The Oregon mist., July 01, 1892, Image 4

THE BEGGAR.
Jl txw died lu alfrbt: hi ont
Want bp Co Ood and Mid; '
"loom uncalled; fonflTa It, Lordt
I died from wnnt of brmd."
Thra aniwend him tha Lord In hMmt
"Son, how on Uila thing bef
Are not 1117 aajnta 00 wtb t and they
Bad nrely uooored the.'
Thy taint, O, Lord," th b-gmr Mid,
"Lin holy Urns of prayar;
Bow auall they know of (nob at waf
Wa iwrbib unawar. .
Thny Mrlr m our wicked aoo.lt,
Aad lit thaht for the aky ;
ktaanwhlln, not barln braad to eat
(Foqrlra) ear bodlwi die,"
Than the Lord Qod ipeke out of he Tan
la wrath aad angry pain:
0, mm, for whom my Boa hath died,
My Son hath Ured in Yale."
-Arthur Symooa In Woman' World,
HIS REWARD.
Dr. Chester, hurrying along the upper
part of New York, still only half finished
and seemingly with yean of Incompleteness
before it, aw aa he picked his way through
the mud of an unpaved arousing a light
that made Mm furious. Some eight or nine
boys not the children of the poor, but well
dressed little fellows from the Queen Anne
residences and well appointed apartment
houses of the neigb borhood stoning a man
who sat among the rubbish of a new exca
vation abandoned for the time by the work
men, and who seemed to be quite Innocent
of any offense against them. So far the
atones had been physically harmless in
sults. But even as he looked one Sung by
the largest boy of the crowd struck the
man upon the (head and wounded it. The
blood gushed forth and the boys, fright
ened at last by what they had done, (lis
parsed in all directions and were out of
sight before the doctor, even with his long
strides, had reached the spot.
"These imps have hurt you," he said,
bending over the man, who was trying to
stanch the blood with the fragment of an
old handkerchief.
"Yes," said the man. "It looks cowardly
to sit here and stand it, I suppose, but
fellow in clothes like mine would soon get
himself arrested if he punished boys like
that as they deserved. It's s bad world for
empty pockets."
"That's true," said the doctor. "See here,
I always have some sticking plaster in my
pocket. I'll fix the cut for you." And
taking off his gloves he produced the little
case with lta plaster scissors and skillfully
dressed the wound.
"I suppose you are out of employment?"
he said when he had finished.
"I am out of everything," said the man;
"work, money, health, friends, and luck
and food and shelter just now. I wonder
I haven't made a hole in the water. Why
men live when there is nothing to live for
is one of the mysteries of this life."
"We all have something to live for," said
the doctor, "though a hungry man don't
think so. You are young and strong. Be
temperate and you'll feel well again. Let
ma help you out for today, and after you've
eaten and slept come to me. I'll give you
some work rough work but it will be a
start if you want tt, and come to me sober
to-morrow."
"Thank you," said the man, rising; "and
God bless you. If I don't come sober I'll
at come at all. But I think I'll come."
He took the dollar that the doctor gave
him with his card, and bowed in a way that
proved that be had not always been In his
present position. The doctor obeyed the i
impulse of the moment, and with a smile
offered the man his hand. He saw that this
waa no ordinary tramp. For that sort of
creature there is no hope and no help. He
is so vile that he scarcely deserves mercy,
and the doctor knew it well; but to this
man a friendly hand grasp was good medi
cine. It had its effect. A light came into
the dull eyes, a smile moved the mouth.
"I cannot express my obligations for
your kindnem, he said, earnestly.
So they parted. The doctor fejt touched.
and wsa rather pleased with himself, and a
little further on, meeting a boy be recog
nised as one of the poor man's assailants,
he took him by the ear and gave him a lec
ture, threatening to take him to his father
and expose his conduct. However, he did
not do It, nor did the boy fear that he
would.
"I didn't throw the stone that cut the
fellow." he said. "It was Tibbs."
"How would Tibbs like to be arrested.
ask hlmf" said the doctor. Then he walked
on and the Incident faded into insignifi
cance. After all, it waa unlikely that the
man would come to him.
The doctor was a very popular man in
the npper part of the city, and his day was
well filled. He was, besides, bent on two
missions, both important ones. He was
about to make an offer of his hand and
heart to a lady of whose feelings he had
very little doubt, and he Intended to de
posit in a certain bank a sum of money
which he carried about his person. It was
a large one the half yearly salary he had
received from the managers of an orphan
asylum to which he was physician.
Such a sum would endanger a man's life
if he were known to have it about him as
he walked across those newly cut streets
or put blocks of yet untenanted houses.
But then, who knewf And the doctor was
large and muscular.
Need one ask whither his steps first took
him? Naturally to the feet of his ladylove.
She was young enough to look all the
sweeter in the bright light of day, and her
pretty morning drees became ber. She had
expected the offer and accepted it without
affectation, and the young doctor made all
sorts of charming speeches and wss per
mitted more than one kiss.
At last, however, he was obliged to say
adieu, and as he ran down the steps he said
to himself that he was the happiest fellow
alive. Already out of fear of poverty, en
gaged to the only girl he ever loved, healthy,
and with a clear conscience, what young pro
fessional man was ever in better ease? As
he passed the spot where he had that morn
ing seen the boys stoning the unfortunate
man, the picture arose once more before
him. What a contrast in their positions,
he thought to himself I Well, be had worked
for his, and no doubt that poor fellow bad
worked aa hard in another way to bring
upon himself the fatetnat had befallen him.
Still it was nitlfuL
"Parents who did their best by me, a
happy home, more kindness than I deserve
have been mine," he said. "How do I
know what the man's childhood was? I
hope he will come to me to-morrow. I am
glad I helped him a little."
He was yet to be still gladder. How lit
tle we know what threads of good or ill we
braid into our lives by what seem our most
unimportant actions.
From house to house the doctor went.
Anxious mothers kept him on in talk.
There were those who felt that their well
being depended on telling the doctor all
about that "queer sensation" and that
"worried feeling," and banking hours ware
long over when he emerged from the resi
dence of the last patient upon his list, and,
indeed, it was growing quits dark, and,
like all healthy men, the doctor was grow
ing hungry, and his dinner awaited him.
He stepped forward briskly, but had only
gone s few steps when an old woman ap
proached him, wringing her hands and
sobbing:
"You're Dr. Chester, aren't you, sir?"
she cried. "Och, doctor, darlin', you're
wanted immediate it's my old man is
taken bad down in our shanty by the rail
road. He fell upon the floor, he did, and
It's sinslifl he's lyinV I've the money.
Come, doctor, corns along; a minute may
mane life. It's near street."
"Then why dldnt yon so to Dr. O'Shansf
BU offloe is elott by you' said the doctor.
- "I did. P M wayj'jid tbs old (
woman. "An' sure but that I knowed your
(see, and you th kindest doctor anywhere,
I'd not have stopped you. 1'v the money
to pay." :
But it was not the fee the doctor was
thiukiuj about. He felt curious reluct
ance to do what the old woman asked.
Naturally enough, he commented Inward
ly, nature demands rest aud refreshment.
Still the esse was on that called for Imme
diate action, and in a moment more he
said:
"Goon, I'll come with you," and followed
ber westward.
It was a lonely walk across unlighted
streets and down some wooden stops to the
rails of the Hudson River road. Notasoul
was in sight, but a light gleamed from the
windows of a dilapidated shanty by the
road side, and the woman hobbled in that
direction. She entered the door; he fouowea
her.
A man was lying upon the floor. The
doctor knelt beside him. As he did so some
one from behind pinioned hit arms. The
supposed patient sprung up and seised him
about the waist, and in an instant, strong
though he was, he lay bound and helpless
upon th floor, t our stout ruffians stood
before him. One rifled his pockets while
anot her crammed a handkerchief Into his
mouth. Before his eyes they examined hi
watch and counted the money In his pocket-
book.
"If a good haul," one of the men said.
"Come, we must lose no time. No one will
find that fellow before to-morrow, still we
might ss well get away."
"But shoot him before we go dead men
tell no tales," said the man who had played
the part of Invalid.
"Throw him on the track," said the third
of the group. "The railroad folks will
help us keep our secret."
The fourth said nothing, but stooping.
lifted the doctor by the shoulders, and th
others followed his example.
In vain Doctor Chester strove to break
his bonds or to utter a prayer fur mercy.
They dragged him toward the track and
flung him across. Not content with this,
they bound him by other cords to th rails,
and left him thus fettered to his fate; and
thus the happiest day of his life had ended.
rull of youth and hope, with every r
son for living, he must die, and such a hor
rible dent hi He strove to meet his fate like
a man, but the thought of his' betrothed
wife was too much for him. He managed
by degrees "to thrust the hankerchief from
his mouth with his tongue, but as he did
so he felt the rails tremble beneath him
the engine waa approaching! It was far
away yet; but what hope was there that he
would be heard before it waa upon himf
Again he shouted again, still again as
he saw the red glare from the head light of
the approaching engine shine out through
the darkness!
His case seemed hopeless, but he spent
sll his strength in one wild cry of:
"Help! On the rails here! Tied to the
railsl Help! help!"
"Courage! Here we are!" shouted a voice
near by. "Courage! courage!" Some on
knelt beside him, some one gasped: "Don t
despair, I've got a knife with me."
Ono of the cords was cut another he
was freed from the rails and clasped in the
arms of his preserver, rolled over into th
little gully beside the track, sate out of
barm's way, lust as the express tram new
by at full speed. And now there were
others to help. Stout policemen with clubs
and pistols who helped the first arrival to
free the doctor from all bis bonds, and by
the light of their lanterns he looked into
the face of his preserver, and saw the man
to whom he had acted the good Samaritan
that morning.
"What does this mean?" be asked. "How
does it come that I owe my life to your"
'You owe it to your own kindness, doc
tor," said the man. "An hour ago I found
a lodging in a low tavern near this spot. I
bad crept into a bunk without removing
my clothes, when four men came into the
room. They fancied it empty, for early
hours are not the fashion in that place, and
talked freely, though in whispers. One of
them bad some psngs of conscience about
having left you tied on the track, and spok
your name aloud, saying you were kind to
the poor. Happily I am quick of hearing
and jump at an idea. I crept out of my
bunk behind their backs, jumped from a
window which was close by and, only stop
ping to put on my shoes, I dashed down the
track. I had no idea which way I ahould
go, but felt that the spot near the tunnel
would be the most likely one. On the way
I met a boy and bade him find a policeman
and tell mm that murder had been done.
Happily I was in time. That is all I know
about it. Thank uod, who lea me here."
"Amen!" said the doctor. "My gratitude
must be expressed in deeds, not in words,
and there is one who must thank you also
my promised wife."
Meanwhile the police bad returned to the
tavern, whither the doctor and his friend
followed them. They found the despera
does drinking in the upper room without
suspicion that they had been discovered,
while the old woman who bad decoyed the
doctor to the shanty sat at a table gloating
over her share of the plunder. They were
arrested before they had an opportunity to
make resistance, and the doctor was so un
usually lucky as to get his own again after
thieves had stolen it. As yet fortune favors
him. He is married to the woman he loves,
and by his aid and through his friendship
the man who saved his life has become
happy, respected and prosperous, and in
their household he is as a brother. Mary
Kyle Dallas in Fireside Companion.
A Tailorcss' Hard Lot.
One of three women who was visited,
and who was supporting an invalid hus
band, a little boy and a baby, was not more
than 25 years old. Her home was one small
room, about 12x14, on the ground floor of
a queer, rambling old tenement bouse,
whose only means of entrance was through
an arched passageway which led back and
opened into a small court yard, around
which the buildings rose four stories high
on every side. She sat stitching away on
the piles of trousers, rocking the cradl
with one foot while the little child was try
ing to feed himself at the table from a loaf
of rye bread and some molasses. The baby
wok with a cry, and as she nursed the
child from her famished breast she told th
story of her working eighteen and twenty
hours day to keep her little family tn
food and pay ber rent. There has never
been any kind of organization among th
tailoresscs, and they stand in mortal terror
of doing anything that could imperil thatr
place in the shops. Cincinnati Enquirer.
A regular industry is being started in
this country In the manufacture of
gearing for electric railways out of raw
hide. It is preferred to metal, as it
makes far less noise and wears better.
The material Is said to finish up In tbe
working as well as metal. Tbe use of
this material Indicates that very severe
strains are brought to bear upon cogs
not capable, if of metal, of standing the
stress.
How to Obtain Information.
"There Is a family living at 110, and
I want to know something about them. "
"Why don't you go there and maka
your Inquiries V
"That would be a little Indelicate."
"That's true. Well, then, go to tbe
next door neighbor and you will And
oat all about them." Boston Courier.
Aa ImpoMlblo Animal.
"I have an Idea that Bagsby Is so ins
tiling of a liar himself."
"What makes you think thatr
"Well, he say he has a trick dog
that Will perform his tricks when they
bar company. "New York Ledger.
A HOME IN VENICE.
AN ENGLISHMAN'S IDEAL ABO0E
IN THE CITY OF CANALS.
A Venetian ralaeo,' Its Troasars of AH
and Personal Interna -A r of th
Many Ornnnaenta, Pletnrae, Book aad
tits of Rat Brlo-a-Brno.
When some five and twenty years ago
Sir Henry Layard resolved to make for
himself, and for the treasures of art
which he had gathered from the four
winds of heaven, home in Venice, he
found, fortunately enough, that the Ca
(or Casa) Capello was just at the very
moment at his disposal. It had been th
abode for several years of an English
man who had just died, and who had
left Mr. Malcolm, then well known
among the English residents and now
their doyen, his executor. A friendship
had long existed between Mr. Malcolm
and Sir Henry Layard, born of similar
ity of taste, which has ripened with
many years of neighborhood and inter
course.
It waa thus that the Ca' Capello cam
into the hands of Sir Henry Layard, and
from that day it has been his home.
Hither in the intervals of his ministerial
duties, his missions and his visits to hit
English kinsfolk, he has returned with
ever growing lest and affection. Her
he has surrounded himself with a fine
library, a noble collection of pictures
and bronzes, marbles and mosaics, tap
estries, ancient furniture and bric-a-brac,
relics of the past, the spoils of
long and varied career. . Here, too, in
the year 1SC9, he brought his wife,
daughter of the late Sir John Uuest
It is barely possible to reach the Ca'
Capello on foot You may cross the
Rialto and bear toward the left through
and across a series of tortuous and intri
cate calli, but tbe two handsome gon
dolas, reposing on the broad bosom of
the canal at the door of Ca' Capello,
which has every right to be called th
front, suggest to the callers the only
rational method of entrance. It hat
been said that the house is not one of
the largest; its aspect, however, is un
doubtedly one of the most attractive in
the most beautiful highway in tbe world.
THB HOUSE.
The two sides of the house, one in th
Rio di San Polo, the principal, with the
porch on the Grand canal, give scope for
a display of color which elsewhere might
suggest garish nesa, but which in Venice,
par excellence the city of many colors,
is natural and pleasing. As your gon
dola reaches the broad flight of steps be
hind the tall green pali, you cannot fail
to notice that every window sill bears
its burden of flowers after our English
fashion, and that the portico is a veritable
floral bower, with a conservatory over
it, in which, beside the greenery, an im
mense Venetian glass chandelier is a
most striking object It .is a mass of
vine with depending black grapes, great
creeping convolvuluses, canariensis and
white jessamin, all struggling for lu
apparently, with no inconsiderable de
gree of success, on the trellis work
which supports them.
As is common , in Italian private resi
dences, what we ordinarily describe at
home as the ground floor is given op to
the servants and the domestic offices of
the establishment A broad staircase
on the left of the entrance, on either
side of which, fixed in the wall, is a frag
ment of sculpture from Nineveh, leads
into a hall of noble proportions which
divides the bouse itself into two une
qual parts. Here some of the larger
pieces of furniture, such as the cam
nets, are to be found; and here, too, a
pair of admirable three-quarter length
portraits of Sir Henry and Lady Lay
ard, painted in Madrid by Palmaroli,
head of the Spanish academy at Rome,
face each other. Another portrait of
Sir Henry Layard challenges an even
closer inspection that, namely, by Lud-
wig Passim, which was shown in the ex
hibition of the Royal academy. Large
reception rooms give out on either side
of the hall, and, like it, all are floored
with terrazza, a material which to its
great beauty adds the advantage of be
ing absolutely uninflammable.
TASTEFUL FURNISHINGS.
The dining room and the drawing
rooms are filled, but not crowded, with
beautiful works of art, including mas
terpieces of such painters as Gentile
Bellini, Bonaf azio, Sebastian del Piombo
and many other famous Italian masters.
Nor are the exquisite and delightful
productions of the furnaces and work
rooms of Murano forgotten. Of the
modern Venetian glassblowing proc
esses, Sir Henry is most indisputably
the founder, and some of tbe most per
fect specimens of this beautiful art are,
as it is fitting, to be seen in his house,
as well as some beautiful inlay work,
and the admirable woodwork by Biraghi,
who executed the famous double stair
case in walnut wood for Lord Wim-
borne, at Canford, under Sir Henry's
directions.
Sir Henry's own sanctum is on the
npper floor of the Casa. Here are
records and memorials of a more per
sonal kind than were noticed in the
lower reception room, and among
them the Englishman does not fail to
notice the framed certificate on illumi
nated vellum, headed "Challis, Mayor,"
which seta forth the bestowal of the
honorary freedom of the city of Lon
don upon Austen Henry Layard. Here,
too, are some noble bronze figures.
portfolios, huge volumes bound in vel
lum and gold, and a host of books
nearly all, it may be remarked, of quite
modern literature together with the
latest periodicals. It is characteristic
of Sir Henry Layard' wide and com
prehensive intellect that, identified as
a is in the popular imagination with
the history of the remotest past of
which we have any knowledge, there is
no living man more completely what
the slang of the day calls "up to date."
London World.
Where the Boa Is Hot.
A nan down east, a selectman of bis
town by the way, bought a pound of
ails, which he had wrapped up in a
piece of brown paper, and a bright new
tin pan, both of which he left on the
seat of his wagon for a short time In the
ton. When he came out of the store
again he found his bundle of nails in
flames, the rays of the sun having set
the paper afire. History does not re
cord whether the nails were scorched or
not Lewiston Journal. -
In Croat Demand.
"I have no use for a man who lies,"
remarked an editor.
"Well, I have," rejoined a publisher.
"If you know a good liar send him to
me. The Haggard school of noveliat
needs fresh blood." Epoch.
A Tolusataoa Write.
TI a quantity of work produoed dur
ing his singular existence, from, the
time when De Qulnoey first began, un
usuc ly late, to write for publication,
was very large. A collected by the
autl- it It filled fourteon volumes. The
eolltJtlon was subsequently enlarged
to sixteen, and the contents of each
volume have been very considerably
Increased. But this printed and re
printed total, so fur M can be judged
fron De Qiilnoey's own assertions, and
froi. the observations of those who
were acquainted with him (nobody can
bo .Id to have known him) during his
lattv years, must have been but the
mailer part of what he actually wrote.
l'awas always writing, and always
lea- Ing deposits of his manuscripts tn
the various lodgings where It was hi
hal'.t to bestow himself. The greater
part of De Quincoy's writing was of a
kind almost as easily written by ao full
a reader and so logical a thinker as an
ordinary newspaper article by an or
dinary man, and except when he was
sleeping, wondering about or reading
he was always writing. It Is of course
truo that he spent a great deal of time,
especially in his last years of all, in re
writing and refashioning previously
executed work, and also that Illness
and opium mado considerable Inroads
on his leisure. But we should Imagine
that If we had all that he actually
wrote during these r early forty years,
forty or sixty printed volumes would
more nearly express its amount than
fourteen or sixteen. Macmillun's Mag
azine. The Oolold Dollars.
There are said to be but 13S of. the
famous goloid dollars In existence. The
flr3t one of these ever coined is In the
possession of Col. Jolui A. Stephens, of
Augusta, Ga., having formerly been
the property of Alexander H. Stephens,
ex-governor of Georgia and chairman
of the committee on weights, measures
end coins t the time these hlstoria
peoes were struck. The goloid dollar
L about the size of a stiver half dollar,
but hardly as thick and much lighter.
It has a bronze color, darker than gold,
which is due to the. copper contained
in its composition.
On one side are the words, "United
States of America, 100 cents;" on the
rim and In the center these words, let
ters and figures: "Goloid, metric, 1,
O. ; 16.1, 8.; 1.9, C; Grains 14.25."
On the other side are the words, "E
Pluribus Unuui, 1873," on the rim, and
"n the center the head of a female,
ith the word "Liberty" across the
row. The figures Indicate the compo-
ion, which is the Invention of a man
med Hubbell. The composite metals
1 its makeup ij v. Ji lli exactly $1 Ij
cash. Goloid Is a composition of nine
teen different metals, of which but one
part s gold, sixteen and one-tenth silver
and one and tiino tontlis copper. St
Touis Republic
Tin Victim of Exeeulve Industry.
Souie men work because they love
vork and hate play. They do not
shine In society; they have no conver
sation; the fair sex are not passing fair
to their distorted vision; the white
washed ceiling of their office and its
Jiabby fitting are more attractive to
them than landscapes or Italian skies,
md they are under the agreeable thrall
jf no diverting hobbies.
In heaven's name let auch men work
oil through the day if they like it
They accumulate immense fortunes,
and even though they may be miserly
In their lifetime, when they die some
one benefits by their millions.
A man of this kind on an enforced
holiday Is a very compassionable object
I remember one such who, while
driving through some of the most en
trancing scenery of our land on a fair
summer d.v hid his face behind a
journal of the money market all the
time. His doctor hod told him he
would kill himself If he did not take a
change. He obeyed the letter of the
injunction, but not the spirit And he
did really die a little while after of
paralysis of the brain, or something of
the kind, due to excessive Industry.
All the Year Round.
Ho Best Dad.
While a Jersey City blacksmith was
turning off horse shoes the other day
a man s. od In the door and watched
him for a while, and then slowly ad
vanced, stooped down and carefully
picked 1 an old shoe which had been
kicked r. ide weeks before. lie held it
ready to drop on the instant, but after
a minute grinned all over his face and
chuckled : "
"She ain't hot."
"Who said it wasT' asked the smith.
"But that's where I've got dad. He
picked up one yesterday, and we heard
him holler seven miles. Dad says my
skull is too thick, but I ain't hollering
any to speak of, am If New York
Sun. '
The Difference.
"I remember when we were in school
together so many years ago you had a
warm friend who was always praising
your good qualities. What' become
ofhimr
"Ob, we're friends still, but I never
hear of his putting himself out to
glorify me,"
"Then you had an enemy who was
forever running' you down. What's
become of him?"
"Oh, he's at it yet " Chicago Times.
If o Gun for Him.
The Italian who comes to America
tloes not adopt any new idea in the
matter of weapons, but clings perti
naciously to his stiletto. In the city
of Philadelphia within three years this
weapon has been used in over sixty in
stances, and wherever it has been used
against a revolver it has always won.
Detroit Free Press.
HU Owa Divinity.
Mr. Humble To err is human, to
forgive is divine.
Mr. Haughtier Did yon say ' "to
forgive is divinet
Former I did.
Latter Ahem I Then I suppose I
must forgive you. Chicago Times.
Son Th boss told me today that ha
didn't know what he would do without me.
Father That was nice. What did Ton
ayf
Son Asked (or a raisa. Epoch.'
R0QRCS8 IN ART,
Th Kvolutlnn of Iho Artlstlo Bona la the
Been -Religion's Patt,
The history of the development of
the artistic sense in the race is quit as
surprising as that of the evolution of
any other faculty or power, or of any
great movement that may hav had
centuries for its culmination. The
student of art, commencing with prim
itive forms as discovered iu the re
mains of Oriental cities, and passing
through the cultured period of Greece
to the domiimney of mediioval im
agery and on to the present time, will
be struck with the auvunlugcs of each
succeeding period, and the complete
triumph of taste in our latest civilisa
tions. Primitive art in Egypt, Assyria and
Phoenicia, with its grotesque images
and incongruous ideas of beauty,
served to excite the fears of the people,
developing all the superstition of
which they were capable, and thus be
came the source, not of moral educa
tion but of degradation and oppression
of the intellectual life.
Religion was not tlio mother of su
perstitious art for the lutter really
preceded the former, and became the
mother of the superstitious symbols of
religion. In this way the susthetical
principle, untrained and without sub
jective strength, ran to objective
forms that discredited it, and really
perverted tho religious principle itself.
With the development of a refined
aesthetics among the Greeks religion
had another chance of expressing it
self, but while primitive art tinctured
religion with superstition, Grecian art
corrupted it, and in time extinguished
its open manifestation. As neither
the one nor the other in any way as
sisted in the purification of religion or
the assertion of its teachings, Christi
anity finally appropriated it and has
both borrowed f rom it its entertaining
power and conferred upon it its ap
proval and- benediction.
At tho present time art stands alone;
it is not the handmaid of religion, nor
is it related to religion any more than
it is to civiluution. In this isolated
condition it may be better viewed and
estimated than when vitally related to
a particular religion or a particular
form of civilization. It is now in bon
dage to nothing, but is seeking a clian
nel of its own, a form and an expres
sion that must distinguish it from all
associated developments of the art lifs
iu man. Free from the direction of
religion it is not particularly directing
or aiding religion, but is developing
itself in spontaneous forms according
to its constitutional vigoa, and with
reference to no ends but art itself, ex
cept tbe great end of all conserving
forces the education of tho race.
Art is not for religion, but for itself,
and to be judged by what it is in it
self, unrelated to other things. Thus
its perfection, or imperfection, will be
determined, not by its relation to re
ligion, but by its own potencies and
the ends it serves 111 human socioty.
It has outgrown priniitism, cultured
paganism and Roman Cutholio indi
vidualism; and, being free, like com
merce, philosophy and social statis
tics, it should powerfully aid the roc
in culture, refinement and progression.
Methodist Review.
Tho Tactic of Lev.
Miss Hurryup Ah 1 George, you
cannot tell what troubles a girl has
who is receiving tbe attentions of a
gentleman.
Mr; IIoldoff-Troubles, Carrie! Of
what natui-e, prayf
Miss II. Well, one's little brothers
are always making fun of one, and
ones relatives are always saying,
"When is it to come off" as if mar
riage was a prize fight There's tlx
inquisitiveness of one's parents. The)
want to know everything. Thoro'
pa, now; be is constantly asking sucl
thingsas: "Carrie, what are Mr. Hold
ofFs intentions! What does he cult
upon you so regularly for, and sta
so late when he does calif And hi
sometimes looks so mad when he askt
these questions that I actually tremble.
Mr. II. And what answer do you
make tolas questions, Currie, dearest!
Miss H. I can't make any answer
at all, for you see you haven't said
anything to me, and and of course,
I-I '
Then Mr. Holdoff whispered some
thing in Carrie's ear, and the next
time ber fattier questions her she will
bo ready with a satisfactory reply.
Boston Courier,
Tom Corwin' Disappointment.
There is something pathotio In the
failure of the wits of political life.
Thomas 'Corwin nover ceased to at
tribute to his reputation of being funny
his Inability to compass the highest
honors. He felt that his abilities and
services entitled him to any honor with
in the gift of the people. He rose to
be secretary ot the treasury in Fillmore s
cabinet, but that did not satisfy him.
He died feeling that if he had not been
so funny, if he had not Indulged in his
exquisite ridicule of the Michigan militia
general who attacked Gen. Harrison,
he might have been president Corwin
was immeasurably greater than tils rep
utation, and his fun almost always
helped out his serious argument Har
per's Weekly.
An Eleetrlcycle.
There has been considerable discus
sion of late on tho probable usefulness
of an electric tricycle, and it Is stated
that the invention of such a machine is
now an established fact This, accord
ing to report, has been affected by the
use of a form of storage battery much
lighter than the kind hitherto used.
Several of these placed iu a light, port
able box are sufficient to drive the ma
chine with an ordinary load about a
hundred miles at the rate of eight miles
an hour. The elements of the "active
material" are supposed to be carried by
the rider, and the batteries can be re
charged whenever water is available,
New York Commercial Advertiser.
The Carthagenians were the first to
introduce a stamped leather currency.
Leather coins with silver nail driven
through the center were issued in France
by Eing John the Good in 1806.
ST. HELENS
Prescriptions
A Specialty.
KDWIlSr BOSS, DIUJG G 1ST,
DKAI.KK IN
PURE DRUGS, OPTICAL GOODS,
MEDICINES, TOILET FANCY GOODS,
ARTICLES, CHEMICALS, STATIONERY,
CONFECTIONERY, NEW NOVELS, ETC.
JPTJ&IZ PERFUMES
And every thing usuully found In a Flrat-Clasa Drug Store.
lMiyIi'liiiia' Premrlptlan rsrvfully compounded at any hour, day or night, by a
competent and Kxperli-ni-ed pruiiglat.
MUCKLE BROS.,
-Manufacturer of-
LUMBER
-AMU
GENERAL MERCHANDISE.
ST. HELENS, OR.
Joseph Kellogg &
Joseph . Kellogg and Northwest.
FOR COWLITZ RIVER.
NORTHWEST leaves KELSO Monday, Wednesday,
and Friday at 5 am. Leaves PORTLAND Tuesday, Thurs.
day, and Saturday at 6 a. rn.
JOSEPH KELLOGG
Leaven RAINIER at G a, m.
daily, Sunday excepted, arriving at Portland at 10:30 a. in.
Returning leaves Portland at 1 p. m., arriving at C p. m
Don't Buy Your Drugs
ANYWHERE BUT AT A REGULAR
DRUG t STORE,
YOW WILL FIND THE
Freshest, Purest, and Best of Everything
AT
Clatskanie Drug Store
DR J. E. HALL, Proprietor.
CLATSKANIE LINE.-
STEAMER G. W. SHAVER.
J. W. SHAVER, Master.
Leaves Portland at Alder St. dock Monday, Wednesday, Friday
for Clatskanie, touching at Sauvies Island, St. Helens.Columbia
City, Kalama, Neer City, Rainier, Cedar Landing, Mt Coffin,
Bradbury, Stella, Oak Point, and all intermediate points, re
turning Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
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Co.'s River Steamers,
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