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•POR 08 PRINCIPLE 18 PRINCIPLE—RIGHT 18 RIGHT—YESTERDAY, TO-DAY. TO-MORROW, POREVEK.’ 1
Daisies on the Farm.
She pointed them on esnrses
With n rapt, artistic sir,
She wore them in her bodice,
And in her ra ren hair.
She thooght farm life idyllic.
And said its greatest charm
Was lent it by the daisies.
The daisies on the farm.
-‘Do yon not lore the daisies ?”
To the farmer’s son she saitb,
Bnt all the praise he uttered
Was underneath his breath.
It sounded energetle.
Bnt she fait a Tagus alarm
That he did not lore the daisies
The daisies on the farm.
She read to him a poem,
A pastoral complete;
He eeemed unsympathetic,
Though her voice was very sweet.
With some repressed emotion
Hie face grew dark and warm,
Per its burden wee the daisies,
The daisies on the farm.
goon the charming summer boarder
To her city home returned,
Por a soul of higher longing
Her aesthetic nature yearned.
And the farmer’s son, undaunted.
With his scythe upon his arm,
Wont to battle with the daisies,
The daisies on the farm.
—Ttzcu Sifting*.
elcctcb Shirt).
Lost On The Mountains-
A True Story for Boys.
BT HAROLD W. RAYMOND.
Have any of you boya ever been
over the big mountains of Switer-
laud 1 I wonder bow you would
feel if you found yourself lost among
tbem, as my triend Pat would say,
with only a few pieces of silver In
your pocket and a couple of dozeu
words of the language of the conn
try at yonr command I Ticklish,
ehl Well, I should say so! I
ought to know, for I have been
there. I wonder if the brave boys
of the v hristian Union would be in
terested in my two days and a night
upon the mountains f
I was almost sixteen, and thought
myself so nearly a man that the
diftereuce did not count I was six
feet tail, and bad a pair of qnite
presentable whiskers. My legs were
long and sturdy, and I was proud
of my ability as a long distance
walker. But I was nothing but a
big boy, after all, -and a very fool
ish boy too, as you will agree when
you hear the goosey poosey way 1
walked myself off upon the wrong
road, and never knew of my mis
take until 1 had put a whole moun
tain between myself and my poor
frightened father.
Ton see we bad spent the night
at Hospenthal. a little village part
way up the St. Gothard Mountain,
and we were going over the pass to
the Rhone Glacier, a great gorge of
yellow ice which never goes away,
but out of which is pressed the tiny
stream which grows into the river
Rhone. If you have been to Swit
zerland, you will know all about
the mountain passes, those splendid
roads which the people of the coun
try have hewed in the rocky sides
of the mountains, and which go
sigZAggering up, up, like big snakes,
so that the stages and the huge
freight wagons can be drawn over
tbem. It 1 had not been a boy, I
should have consulted my guide
book, and learned that there were
two passes above Hospenthal, the
road to the left going over the St
Gothard Mountain into Italy, and
the one to the right over the Furca
Mountain to the big glacier, and
then to Interlaken. Being a boy, 1
took everything for granted, bade
good by to the party, who were to
follow me in a carriage, and started
boldly up the mountain-side. A
little footpath led me straight np
over the rbcks, crowned with pretty
bine-bells, and when I struck the
pass again I was far beyond the
forked roads, and on the wrong one;
and I never dreamed that there
were two. .....
▲way I went, singing blithely,
and putting in my best licks, for I
had boasted that I could beat the
carriage. In a couple of hours I
had reached the summit, and look
ed with wonder at the patches of
snow which lay about me Such
ignorant snow t not to know that it
was August, and time to melt! It
was about four o’clock in the after
noon when I reached a little village
at the foot of the mountain. To my
astonishment the people there were
Italians instead of Swiss. I was in
Airolo. I began to suspect some
thing was wrong, but could npt
quite understand it Along the
base of the mountain, toward the
west, I saw a little valley with a
brawling mountain torrent in the
middle, and at the further end a
glacier glittered in the sun. That
must be my destination. So, after
lunching and resting at a little inn,
I again set forth.
At seven o’clock I reached the
ppper end of the valley, and foond
piyself In a sort of pocket, with no
obanoe of going farther. Ever since
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charming little valley, which, I ven
lure to say, had never before been
explored by an American. | .
people I met, down to the e
children, were most polite and re
spectful, aod wished me good after
noon in a tongue which I could not
answer, though I understood their
meaning. At frequent intervals
beside the path I would come upon
a little wooden crucifix, which the
simple peasants, thought a great
help to tbem in saying their pray
ers ; bnt all this time, with a load
roar, the mountain stream came
dashing down and beat itself white
with rage against the big rocks tha’i
stook in its way. So much was I
interested by all these quaint and
novel surroundings that I clear for
got about the Rhone Glacier, and
the party of fellow-travelers whom
I had expected to meet long ere
this. •
Bnt stay I There comes a chill
breath over the mountain! and I
have reached the upper end of the
valley. There is a glacier, to be
sore, but it is a small affair I have
certainly gone out of the way; but
where f how f I have seen bnt one
road, and followed that. Where
could I have blundered f
If there had been any nse in get
ting frightened, your unole Hal
would have been the soaredest six-
foot boy in all Switzerland. He
certainly felt cold shivers in plenty,
bat, realizing that they would not
get him oat of his troubles, be de
cided to do the manly thing. He
was tired and foot-sore from a long
day's tramp, bat that must not
count
On the other side of the torrent
was a little village. There was no
bridge, bnt at the risk of my life I
managed to get across over the slip
pery bowlders. On the other side I
found a man who could talk French.
I could not, bnt I could barely under
stand a small portion of it.
“Qlace du Rhone F I inquired,
pointing to the little glacier.
“0, non ! non /” said the friendly
native going oft into a long explan
ation, out of which I managed to
understand that he had once been
a waiter in Paris, and knew an
American when he saw him ; that I
was altogether on the wrong track,
and that the Rhone Glacier was
over the mountain to the north
ward. Could I climb straight over
the mouotqin 1 Ob, no, no; that
would be very dangerous withont a
guide. I was half minded to try,
and if I bad, this would probably
never have been written; but I did
not feel so self-confident as I lad in
the morning. So I thanked the
man as best I could, aud started
hot foot for Airolo.
Away I went, as never 1 bad gone
before. I thought of my dear fatb
er, far away over the mountains,
wringing his hands for his lost son,
and all the weariness went out of
my legs. There was but one thing
to do, I felt—to go back to the bos
pice where we bad slept the night
before, and take a fresh start. It
was an all-night tramp, bnt that
was all right if only I could let
father l^now that I was sate and
sound.
It was nine o’clock when I start
ed np the mountainside. I paid no
attention to the winding road, but
went straight np over the rough
rocks like a goat. I bad not got
far np when the fall moon arose on
my right, and turned the mountain
side into a fairyland. How bean-
tifnl it was 1 And how still 1 1 was
DARLINGTON, 8. 0.. THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 16, 1886.
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was on the down grade then, and
oonld aee the wonderful Rhone Gla
cier and the big hotel that stands
beside it. The qneer man said some
thing about a guide. I told him to
go away—I wanted no guide. But I
still be stack to me, talking Ger
man, and laughing, until I was very
angry. How was 1 to know that he
bad been hired by my father to
search tor the lost boy, and that he
was trying to express his honest
joy at finding met I thought be
was a rascal, after my pooketbook. I
At last be tamed and ran like adeer
to the hotel. I waved my pocket-
baudkerebief, and saw a score flat
tering in the distance from the big
group on tbe hotel veranda. Then,
for the first time, I broke down,
and cried like a big baby. Ten
minutes later I was in my father’s j
arms, and was the hero of the hoar.
* * * * »
Ah, well! this was many years
ago, and my dear fist her has long
si nee gone to heaven; bnt among
my mother’s most precious relics is
a little piece of paper in his hand
writing, bearing these words, writ
ten that thankful night: “For this
my son was dead, and is alive
again.”—Ckmfiiaa Union.
The Rebren Nepehnne Klnlaw’s His
torical Sketch of the Tragedy of I
Adam and Eve la the Garden of I
Eden.
Laborer’s Luck,
third day of Angnst,
tbe only moving thing on the big
mountain, saving the dancing cas
cades and tbe ravines, and even ^
they were checked as tbe advancing I teweieTas you saw me.
night grew colder. In spite of my dig|)06e of lt bay me a
anxiety, I felt my spirits rising 1
amid tbe witchery of the scene, and
night now—
1 look back upon that
no* that I have forgotten the aeh
ing legs and blistered feet—as one
of the happiest experiences of my
life.
Well I mast oat a long story
short. At four o’clock in tbe morn
ing I reached the fork in the roads,
and saw my mistake. Hall an hoar
later I reached Hospontbal. There
was a diligence, or Stage, at. eight,
and I thought my troubles over,
bat wbea, after three boar’s sleep,
I tamed oat to take it, behold!
there was not a vacant seat. It
was a sore disappointment, bat 1
felt I coaid not wait, and as I had
not money enough with me to pay
for a carriage, away I wont, whes,
blisters, and all, to hoof it. I will
not tell the tears I shed that day,
as I toiled over the steep rocks that
cot into my poor, blistered feet.
Ouoe a carriage came along with
two pietty young ladies and an old
gentleman in it. They were Amer
icans evidently. I was too bashful
to ask for a lift, but I tried to look
pleading aud suggestive. 1 noticed
tbat one ot the yonog ladies ap
peared ?«ry much interested, and
thought it very heartless when the
carriage drove on without me. And
wbat do you thinkj boysl This
young lady said afterwards that
she noticed I was saffering and
longed to ask me to ride, only I had
each a sold, proud look, she did not
darel . .
It was getting late In the after
noon when I met a man who looked
strange manner, and
A
On the
Gbarles Russell worked at the
bowlder-crashing machine on Mc
Farland street, between Elm and
Flam. It was hisdnty to remove
the crashed bowlders, so ss not to
interfere with the work of the ma
chine, and shovel those that spilled
into tbe wagons. Toward roar
o’clock in tbe afternoon some of his
fellow workmen remembered bis
picking np a pi eoe of one of the
crushed bowlders aud putting it
into bis pocket.
“I’ll keep that to remember the
job by,” be observed to Pat O’Brien.
On the following day Russell did
not come to work. In a few weeks
he was torgotteu.
On the day following, which was
the 4tb, a man, evidently a laborer,
presented himself at a well known
jewelry store ol Fourth street, and,
asking for the proprietor, said ; ”1
have a peculiar stone which I would
like to know the value of, as well
as what it is.” Unrolling a red
bandanna bankerchiet which was
tied in several knots, and taking
out a buckskin bag the man laid a
good-sized stone on the counter,
which sparkled aud glistened and
shed its rays m all directions.
“Yon are a fortunate man.” aaid
tbe jeweler, “tbat stone is worth
$125,0U0 to $150,000. It weighs
821 carats What are yon going to
do with it f
The man walked leisurely to
Front street, where be entered a
cheap boarding house.
The next day a reporter repaired
to tbe boarding house He said :
“Russell, yon have a valuable dia
mond. I was in tbe store the other
day when you came in aud had it
valued.”
Russell laughed aud said: Well,
I didn’t steal it, I can tell you, al
though I know it looks queer tor
tbe likes of me to be having so
valuable a stone. 1 worked for the
Bowlder Company, on McFarland
street, on tbe 3d ot August, and as
I was watching the big wheel crush
tbe bowlders I spied something
shining.
“I picked it np and found the
diamond fastened to the middle of
tbe bowlder. 1 stuck it in my
pocket, aod, bringing it home,
picked it oat by tbe aid of a bam
mer and awl, and took it to the
I mean to
little place
and settle down for tbe rest ot my
days.”—Ciacianafr Enquirer.
A Bit of Advice. 4
An autograph letter that I would
like to own was shown me a few
days ago. “A. Lincoln” was bold
ly signed at the bottom of it, aud
this wisdom was there, paragraphed
in this wise:
“Do not worry.
“Eat three square meals a day.
“Say your prayers.
“Think of your wile.
“Be courteous to yonr creditors.
“Keep your digestion good.
“Stdfcr clear of the btlliousueos.
“Exercise.
“Qo slow and go easy.
“Maybe there are other things
that your especial case requires to
make you happy, but, my friend,
these, I reckon, will give you a good
lift.”
leaving Airolo 1 bad been following *t me la a '
a little foot-path through the most 1 tned to speak a little English
A Captain’s Fortunate Discovery-
Oapt. Coleman, sebr. Weymouth,
plying between Atlantic Ctyy and
N. Y., bad been troubled with a
cough so that be was unable to
sleep, aod was induced to try Dr.
King’s New Discovery for Con
sumption. It not only gave him
instent relief, bnt allayed the ex
treme soreness in bis breast. His
children were similarly affected and
a single dees had the same happy
effect. Dr. King’s New Discovery
is now the-standard remedy in tbe
Ooleman household aod on board
the schooner. Free Trial Bottle of
this Standard Remedy at Wilieex
A Co’s., Drug Store.
When Mr. Kinlaw—“de Rebren
Nepcbnne Kinlaw”—lays himself
out to expound tbe Scriptures be
embellishes the text with metal
pbors, and clothes it in language
at onee revolutionary and extraor
dinary. Mr. Kinlaw was born aud
raised on Com babes, and bis rbe
torical figures are based largely on
the events in daily life in tbat de
lightful land. It will not, there
fore, be surprising that one should
find his historical sketch of tbe tra
gedy of Adam and Eve in tbe Gar
den ot Eden adorned with similes
taken from a rice plfiatation, aud
otherwise elaborated with startling
low-oonntry effects aud conceits.
It may also be stated, by way of
explanation, that a seaooast field-
hapd’s idea of supreme happiness
is the possession of a winter apple
tree.
“De Rebren Kinlaw” is an itiner
ant preacher of no particular de
nomination, and who, it will be re
membered, preached. a funereal
ante-mortem sermon over Aant
Di's “chile” at the Poor Mile House.
The following sermon was deliver
ed at tbe Summerville depot last
Sunday evening to a small but
select circle of friends, male aud
female:
“My bredren and sistah : I bln
een dis ert long time befo de Nun-
ion cam een ; long time befo* Gin’I.
Grant aud Shummun run Giu’l. Lee
and Mr. Elliott off Si llimau Han.
I bin a preech de wad o de Sperrit
wen all otia wnz een slabrymeut,
an I gwiue to lucidation to-day how
Adam git leff by Nicodemas an bow
it come to be dat de fnss bnokra
walk pou tap deert. De bole ting
oome to pass snmpn lukkadis:
“DeLawd bio a walk een de
gyadeu dis bout de middle o’ de
day. De hewn done blow, an all
de ban bin a set down rasslin wid
cole bittle and trowin an ketchiu
foolishness one tur auurrer. Same
like dat de voice o’ de Lawd souu
ont like one lightuin een de nite.
De Lawd, atta be cross oha by de
big rice dam, ton shawt aud bin a
walk eep de pa’at tru de orchard.
Soon iz be git by dat. winta apple
tree be stan up stock still and gaze
pou am wid grate expicion. Taint
a ban on de place wot aiu drop lie
kittle an spoon an ting an gaze
good fashion, all in a trimble like
on de Good Master. De bittle pyo
stan like be freeze een ebbry boddy
mout. Bimeby, dials 1 dun tell yo,
all to once de ert rock an de sky
split wid de powofnluess o’ de grate
ness o’ de Lawd. He hex tell de
bexness o’ he sperrit set all de peo
ple a crawlin on day face. Needa
buckra, needa so nigger kin biggin
to ondastau de tribbilation and
terrificatiou o’ dat day, whiobu it
was twelve o’clock. De boss an
mule left' de plow an scatterate to
de pine lan dis like a drove o’ pat-
ridge wen a pinter rout em, an yo’
shoot two barrel one time an ain
tech a fedda. De sky dond up an
de big rain stan same lukka ripe
pesimmon reddy fo drop De squerl
mek track fo he hole, aud atta he
git day be tan roun een de hole and
trow he eye back dis like he bin a
watch one o’ dese half boon and
half flee a rumbliu ana rumagin
roan een a hickory ticket. De jay
bud lay low on de count o’ be skay
mose to det, an de owl sbet be eye
tite fo de iuss time seuce be bawn.
De Ribber Jordan nz np an bile wid
a grate fresh, and Bablon shake
same like a brocm grass field. O.
my bredren, twnz terrible, an to dis
day Adam faoe stan white same
like Maas Steve Elliott faoe. Ob,
my sistaha, stan up to me like a man
while 1 onrabble de grate ponder-
atiou o’ de foss trial whichn it ebba
senoe mek de en o’ a corn row on a
snmtna day dia boat aa long for
ooa as spang fnm Yemaasee plum
to Coosawhatchie. Now, diasis de
Bible troot regasdiu o’ how Adam
iaoe tun white, cawdin to how it
specify een John Baptise. Now,
John say, sesee, dissiz I dun tell
you turn de fnss gwiue off o’ de
oommenoement to day, sezee, says
John, Adam bin a cullud pussou,
an he dressup ecu ooou akin an eat
wile huuoy and locnsa. An’ bow-
aomebber, de Lawd ain troaa Adam
an aeaee. Boy, dese winta apple ain
fo’ tech tell nex surama’, an atta de
Lawd dun gie de awda be left Adam,
but he leff Gabrieli aud Nicodemas,
be oazsiu by be murra side, fo’
E atrol de gyadin, and watch Adam,
aze him bab a bad carakter to*
trick ao enuniuness O, my bre
dren and aistah, listen at me good,
an yerry fo’ ona self, bow dat winta
apple oome to mek de fuss buckra
fambly een acripter. Now, John
Baptise sezee, says John, dissaz
quickiz de Lawd gone oaten de
gate, Gabrieli and Nioodemua tek a
stan to’ watch de tree. Q, my bre
dren aod sistab, wen Adam link
say him kin trow doss een Nico
demas eye an Gabrieli all two one
time, be dia as well try to’ hook a
guinea fowl ecu de broad day light;
needa so fo* borrow a watmilinu wot
aia blongs turram. Kaze wyt
so Nioodemus sleep tell he ketch
Adam obunkiu de winta apple down
off dat tree wid a litewood knot.
Now wot nex, aezzi ? Well de nex
pint is wot 1 dun preech bout een
de fnss goiu off. Nicodemus tell
de Lswd boat Adam au'same I dun
tell you, de good Maaiab oome back
to de tree an sho miff be misa two
apple. He look roun pon tap de
grouu an see Adam track way be
bin nse boat onda de tree. Den de
sperrit o* de Lawd git bex an be
cry out, Adam! But Adam ain
say a ting O, my sistab, Adam
bin a leddowu wid be face bnry een
de groan, een one huckleberry
patch, an be fade much as to ketch
he bret. Den de Lawd git mo powa-
ful een be woice, an’ Adam bleege
to git up an’ be mek ausah good
fashion an’say, sezee, *Yay Lawd,’
Deti de Lawd say, ’Adam, sombaw-
dy teef two winta apple.’ Den
Adam np ’n say, sezee, ‘Yay,’
Lawd,’ an’ be face tun as white as
a fine white homespun sheet een a
white fambly house. Den de Lawd
sperrit see dat Adam is gwine to
bab a contention, au’de Lawd see
de ceitfuluess een Adam mine, an’
be say, sezee, 'Adam, 1 miss de
apple an’ I know it is teef ecu dis
gyadeu. Den de sperrit o’ de deb-
bil jump pou Adam an’ be sav,
’Lawd, ef de apple is tee%w you
say it is teef, deu 1 tiuk say mus’
be Eeb teef urn.’ Deu Nicodemus
took’n out eeu to de oomposatiou
au’ piut to Adam track wid de but
o’ be musket Deu Nioodemus say,
sezee, ’Adam ! dat is a No. 9 shoes,
au’ Eeb aiu bab uo shisba feet’
“Deu Adam kuow dat he ain hab
do witueas an no use fo’ tarrogate
Nicodemus, so he ran way wid he
wite face au hide eeu de cypress
peu tell atta daak ; au he clime oba
de gyadiu fetich an Uigdutfo’de
wite people country. Whicim azi
sell, sezzi at de fuss uomuieucemeut,
all Adam chilluu by he fuss wife is
cullud oeptiou to he secou wife,
whiebu ail de ress is buckra. Let
we praise de Lawd. Nex preeohin
will be to Miss Frayja bouse.”
Short Summer Sermons.
Dar am certain flags which yon
kin chalk down on de oellah doah
wid a feelin’ dat you am gwine to
hit nine times whar you mias ouoe.
It am twice as easy to k|ieud
fifty cents to go to de circus as it
am to pay back two shillius of bor
rowed mouey.
No man oau remember whar’ be
Vowed bis empty cans and bottles
until be diskivers dat somebody has
dumpod ashes ober his fence.
Bioadoloth and silks look well on
de street, but dey doau’ werry well
wid oold ’tutors at home.
De walue of de dog you kick am
no gauge fur de feelings of de owuer
if he happens to be around.
Nine men outer ten borrow wid
de expectashnn of bein’ just so
much ahead. De-odd one will want
to borrow agin as a reward far his
honesty.
It am powerful easy to discrliniti
ate between a wise man au’ a fana
tic. De wise man belongs to your
party; de fanatic to de opposisbun.
While you should luv your uay-
>ur as yourself, (loan’ gin him to
uuderstan’ dat you kin be depend
ed on to lie awake o’ nights to par
ted bis grape-arbor.
When a man’s whiskey costs mo’
dan bis dour be should sun’ ready
to wote fur de buildiu’of two wiugs
ou de County House.
De man who Aggers dat he km
ao live ss to dodge slander an’ ea
cape malice, has got a heap o’ this
tles waitiu’ fur bis bar’ feet.
Tbe aiverage man’s bizness word
kin be deluded on up to a aartin
pint—as fur as be will profit by
keepiu’ it
De problem ot livin’ (loan' depend
so mnob ou baugiu’ to au old wel-
wet ca’pet in de parlor as it does in
savin’ de crusts au’ crumbs in de
kitchen.
While it am true dat all men war
created equal, a heap ot us have
got spiled in de bringiu’ up. Boat
de only time social barriers am
abolished am dooriu’ a steamboat
explosbun—FVee I Yew.
Bnrniug Petroleum Well.
Traversing a portion of the oil
regious of Pennsylvania recently iu
midwinter, after surmounting a
steep bill by means ol a nniky aud
zigzag road, the writer fouud a
well-wooded vallev ou the opposite
slo|ie iu which a small dealing was
visible. A d< ep snow covered the
earth, and the branches of pine aud
hemlock were bent with its weight
Rising out of tbe centre of tbe field
with a background of the densest
forest, was a tall flame singularly
out of keeping with tbe bleak sur-
roundings. The air was very still,
and tbe flame scarcely beut from
tbe perpendicular, although away
iug slightly at times and varying in
height. At its beigbest it was lev
el with a young pine near by, whose
slender top was probably twenty
teet above the ground. Stopping
to examiue it, a low, sullen, surf
like roar proceeding from the flame
was beard, aod observation kbowed
that tbe snow withiu a circular
space fully 100 feet iu diameter bad
been melted by tbe beat.
It was a strange scene to enoouu
ter in tbe woods. Tbe tall lame,
risiug apparently from tbe earth
tbddark piues iu the background,
laden with new-lallen suow; the
glare of the light upon the white
field, aud the utter abseuce of hu
man habitations, formed a scene at
ouce desolate, beautiful and itn
pressive. Tbe gathering shades of
night added a wild and fantastic
element, aud it required uo great
stretch of fancy to see wood nymphs
and sprites dancing in the spectra
light. In tbe dark ages such a flame
would have beeu invested with so-
peruatu 'al attributes. To a Penn
sylvanian such scenes are not un
common. It was simply a deserted
petroleum well, and donbtlest some
wayfarer had lighted tbe gas escap
ing from it. Such beacons are plen
tiful, although seldom met with in
so wild a locality. Along tbe Al
leghany River and its tributaries,
on the banks of tbe Upper Ohio, at
Mnrraysville, iu Washington Coun
ty, aud iu various portions of East
ern Ohio, such flames have become
a familiar sight. Certain- portions
of the city of. Pittsburg are ilium
inated every night by these mag
nifioent gas lights, which at times
torn night intoday.—Brooklyn May
aeine.
What to Teach our Laughters.
At a social gathering some one
proposed this question i “What
shall I teaob my daughter?” The
following replies were handed in t
Teaob her that one hundred wote
make a dollar.
Teach her how to arrange the
parlor and the library.
Teach her to say “No” and mean
it, or “Yes” aod stiok to it.
Teach her bow to wear ' a T’llto
dress aud to wear it likea queeu.
Teaob her bow to sew on buttons,
darn stockings and mend gloves.
Teach her to dress for health aud
comfort, as well as for uppearaaor.
Teach her to cultivate flowers
aud keep tbe kitobeu garden.
Teach her to make tbe neatest
room in the bonoe.
Teaob her to bare antbiug to do
with Intemperate or dissolute young
men. ' w
Teaob her tbat tight lacing is uu-
comely, as well as very injurious to
lealth.
Teach her to regard tbe morale
aud habits, and not mou^y, iu ae-
eotiog her associates.
Teach her to observe tbe old rule:
“A place tor everything, aud eveiy-
thing In its place.”
Teacher here that music, drawing,
tainting are real accomplishments
n tbe home, and are uot to be ueg-
eoted if there be time and money
for their use.
Teach her tbe Important truism t
' list the more she lives witMa her
noorae tbe more she will save, aud
i be farther she will get away from
the poorbouse.
Teach her that a good, steady,
church going mechauie, farmer,
clerk, or teacher without a ceut, ia
worth more than forty loafers or
uou products iu broadcloth.
Mexira.it Vanity.
The Mexicans are an ignorant,
bloodthirsty lot, who are never ao
happy as when in the midst of pill
ages, robbery and bloodshed. They
are a vain, conceited people, and
have the most enlarged ideas of
their own prowess aud valor. To
illustrate this I will tell you of a
certain incident which happened
only a mouth or two ago. A young
Mexican from the City of Mexico,
who is connected with the goveru-
meut, came to WaMbiugton, after a
tour of nearly all tbe prominent
cities of tbe coantry. I asked him
what his impressions were of our
people. He said that he was as
tonished at tbe strides which the
United States had made in oiviliza
tion aud the arts. He sjioke par-
ticilarly of mnsio, of which be is
very fond, aud said that be had the
good fortune to be present at the
concerts given by the famous Mexi
can band iu New York and Boston.
Tbe audiences were evidently col
tivated and appreciative, hat he
was particularly struck with tbe
fact that they applauded in the
right places. This he considered to
be a most remarkable tact, because,
he said, Mexico was two ceuturies
iu advance of this country. Now
that mao was perfectly serious He
meaut every word he said. You
cannot get a Mexican to believe
tbat his coantry is uot the greatest,
tbe grandest aud tbe moat invin
cible nation upon the face of tbe
globe.
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Piles are frequently preceded by
a sense of weight in tbe back, loins
and lower part of tbe abdomen,
causing tbe patient to suppose be
has some affection cf tbe kidneys
or neighboring organs. At times,
symptoms of indigestion are present
flatulency, uneasiness of tbe stem
aob, etc. A moisture like )»erapira
tion, prodnoing a very disagreeable
itching, after getting warm, iea
common attendant. Blind, Bleed
iug aod Itching Piles yield at ouoe
to tbe application of Dr. Rosauko’s
Pile Remedy, which acts directly
upon the parte affected, absorbing
the Tumors, allaying the intense
itchiug.aud effecting a permaoeut
cure. Price 00 cents. Address Tbe
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Renews Her Yontb.
Mrs. Phoebe Gbesley, Peterson,
Clay Go., lews, tells the following
remarkable story, the truth ef’
which is vouched for by tbe raei-
dents of tbe town: “I am 73 yean
old, have been troubled with kid
ney complaint aod lameness for
many years; could not dress my
self without help. Now I am free
from all pain and soreness, awl am
able to do all iny own housework.
owe my thanks to Electric Bitters
for having renewed my Youth, and
removed completely all dieesne and
►aiu.” Try a ImUle, only Site, at
Wiltoox 4 Go’s., Drag tttore.
A Simmer Terror.
They sat at the o|»eu window,
aud gazed out over the sea; and
tbe scene was full of quiet, aud
trauquil as could lie; wlnm a strange
unearthly groHning like a voice wf
fate was beard, and the le.ifL-i* erst
so quiet by its frightful sound-* w- re
stirred. Ami the maiden shrieked
in terror, ’ Tis tb.> fierce and dread-
fat cyclone; 1 can bear its (treatMat
mutter, and its weird, wild, awful
tone I” But the youth, though pale,
was tearless; aud he said: *<Hi,
bear thy pain; ’tis the village haitd
who practice ’when the robins ueet
again !*
The Romance of a Laundry Girl.
A New York letter nays: I beard
to day the story of a Troy shirt
actory girl whiob has elements of
the wonderful in it. A new hotel,
to be called the Berwick House, is
being built at Rutland, Vt., at
cost of $25,000 to $30,000. A form
er Troy laundry girt is the capitalist
n this venture, altbouph the bouse
s named after her brother, who
the ostensible proprietor. Her name
Mrs Phoebe Obnrcbill. She
married an officer ot the United
States Navy, who was blown up iu
a premature explosion at Hell Gate
at some stage in that improvement.
Two women came forward to claim
him as husband. One was from
South Carolina He was living
with her at New York. The other
was this Troy girl, aud she succeed
ed iu established tbe validity of
her olaim and securing $2,000 in-
surauoe ou bis life. A considerable
sum of irouey tbat was raised io
New York was divided between
tbe two women. Mrs. Churchill
having known something of tbe
laundry business at Troy, entered
into partnership with a gentleman
of that city and started at estab
lishment in New York city. Tbev
now have four or five laundries
here which are equal to a bonanza,
and it is from t his source that
tbe money has oome for tbe oou
strnotion of the Berwick House.
Startling But True.
Wills Point, Texas, December l«
1845. After suffering for more
than throe yearn with disease of
tbe throat and lungs. I g a so low
last spring I was entirely unaote to
do anything, and my cough wee ao
bad I scarcely slept auy at night.
My Diuggist, Mr. H. F. Goodnight,
sent me a trial bottle of Dr. Bosun-
ko’s Couch and Luag Syrup. I
found relief, aa l after uaaog six
$1.U0 bottles, 1 was entirely cured.
J. M. Weldon. Sold by Willcox ft
Co.
He Knew It
Pittsburger (away from Horae)—
“What’s that stuff in tbi glass
beief” r 5 7
Waiter—“Water, sab.”
“W atur?”
“Yes, sab.”
“Now, see here, young man, I
may look Breen, but I’d bare you to
understand I’m u<* from the coun
try. You can’t play that on we for
water. Water’* yeUof,’ , y )
And then be went down to tbe
hotel office and told the clerk bow
bu bud been
Dufatek. > io
Gently.
Senator McDougail
Wfi
As the character ot a tbiaf is
written iu his countenance, so like
wise do worms protray tbelr pres
ence iu tbe ebild’s features. Heston
to give Sbriuer’s Indian Vermifuge
to destroy and expel the pests.
ial and witty to a degree. Beta,
iug from the Capitol one ni(
slightly excited by-
Mary land fur r ■■I
and io tbe dark uses full totoftMPINl*
dy newer, from which fte wa* try
ing to crawl which a |M»lieemau
came up and inquired: “Who, fa
tbe name ot all thalta holy,
’’Gently, my friend, gundy,*?
tbe labored response : “Wl
tbe Senate Chamber I was
gall, but now it aeema
Seward.”—Boa franeiteo Aiguasnf.
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