74 WEST SHORE. , . i ..., nl near bv and insisted every evening that ass? f v. H'i.'i ue: n Tsrvi fir iI3I.aV1 II.. lit a n A M I mm 8UNUISE. The son link" downward thro' the illver mUt That loomi aoroaa th Taller, fold on fold, And alidlDf thro' the fteldi that dawn hae kiieed, Willamette trail, eerpent aealed with fold. Traile onward ever, earring u It oea, Past many a hill and many a flowered lea, Until it paoie where Oolumbia Howe, Doep-toDfroed, deep-ohented, to the waiting aea. 0, lovely vale thro' which Willamette alipe I 0, rlne-eled bille that hear ita toft voice call I My heart tnrni ever to those aweet, eool llpe That, paieing, preee each rook or grauy wall. Thro' paitare land, where mild-eyed cattle feed, Thro' marthy Data, where velvet tnlee ffrow, Paet many a raee tree many a tinging reed, 1 hear thoaoVet lipa calling, calling, low, The eun ilnka downward thro' the trembling hue, The miit flicgi gliatening needloe Ligb and higher, And thro' the eloude-O, fair beyond all pralee I kloant Hood loaf,, ehaatetied, from a aea of fire. Men are always at tlielr worst aa to temper when In need of their dinner; and at their beat when In need of forgiveness. If, aa the say, one who baa recovered hia sight after having been long blind can not at first bear (lie light, would one who baa long been unhappy be able to bear sudden happiness T I am inclined to believe that the one who feels his great want to be a " soul comnlon," and who goes groping aliout In search of one, Is, really, In need of but one thing common sense. Is there ever a fatted call killed for a Hagar who returns or are Ha gars never allowed to return? Yet, if there were no prodigal sons there would be no Hagars. Do not tell me the one should return and not the other, In naming over the authors and the poets that we like best, we hesitate when we come to the name of Helen Hunt Jackson; and we do not say, ' " I like her," but, with a hushed feeling, and In a softer, lower tone, we say, " I love her." Once in a while (iod puis the soul of a lily In the body of a red, red poppy ; so that It comes, then, to pans that the body may be swayed and shak en by iMMionate storms, yet the soul will still remain chaste and while as the soul of a little child. It la uite the rage now to publish portraiti and biographical sketches of the " unknown wives of famous men." With equal sense might be brought out the " unknown husbands of famous women." Verily, the world Is growing too old. t'lirrrnl .iirmfurr, published In New York, la not as well known on this coast as It deserves to be. It reprints the brat sketches, poems and ar ticles on all subjects of Interest to the many which have previously ap peared in various publications of Kurope and America. It does not forget Hi old writers, nor does It overlook the new. Winter In Sunset Und. It Is a day in the middle of January. Hie air la yellow with sunlight, and the sky ahovt and the aea below are blue, blue yea, blue aa a bank of violets In early spring. A Chinook leaned her glowing face at the mountain line last night, and this morning the creeks run, full-throated, down to leap Into the sea and meet the flowing tide. The hill sides art green, and there are new ferns leaping up underneath the old one ; the gardens Rams with chiyaanlhemums, violets, roses and other bluuonie Uial have caught the hues of the sunset ikies-caught and Inked them In their little hearts. 1W and windows an open wide and the strung, salt, era winds do their will. There ha been scarcely a day that Uie wild birds have not flooded Die air with song, and all the winter long into iireat pillars wb ch the sun win sei aurc, --- P anT P be lost. I found a little feathery tuft of willow the other day; and plenUy II you kneel down by some old moss-grown stump and push put up its three snow-white petals, purple veined, and in a day you will find tUUhe hill sides haveal. run yellow with dandelions-forsprmg is already reaching her hands to us. . I wish every mother in this broad land would see that her daughter is taught the " noble art of dress making. What is so admirable as a perfectly gowned woman, unless, indeed, it be that woman s graceful ease of manner in the consciousness that her appearance, at least, is above crit icism ? Only think how many women you and I know whew hnitari. in comes do not exceed $1,500 or $2,000 a year, who pay from $10 to $20 for he simple making of a dress! Very often does the making cost more than the goods; and besides, dear, how seldom does your dress please yon after the dress maker has pronounced it a faultless fit and charged yon a good, round sum for it! It has no originality, perhaps; It is in the latest style she tells yon, fixing you with a terrible eye, and when yon have seen that same style on every corner for a doien days, you realize with much bitterness of spirit that she told the truth-it is in the latest style, and yon wish with tears that it were not. Dress makers must live? Yes, I know j but they should live only for people who are able to pay round prices for the making of their gowns. Then the dress maker would have leisure to give them originality and good work as well as style. It iB a mistake to think yon are one whit of more importance because somebody else made your gown. Learn to be a thorough dress maker while you are young, and every woman of modest Income and some rich ones, toowill envy you because yon will be as well gowned as themselves at from $10 to $20 less per gown. There is nothing like Independence, and knowing how to " do things " makes one independ ent, If we are to continue to teach our children blind obedience to their mothers, would it not be well to interview the mothers once In a while and ascertain whether they are capable to assume so great a responsibility; whether they have the education and strength and patience to inspire con fidence and to deserve truBt; whether they have the minds, the judgment and the plain, common sense to guide those younger, thirsty minds In the ways they should go? What must we think of a mother who teaches child that there Is but one right creed, and that the creed of her own church ; who objects to a minister coming Into the bouse to Bay prayer over the dead because he does not believe Christ to be the ton of God, while Bhe so believes? Who lays such a burden of petty maxims of " they says " and " they thinks " upon the shoulders of a young and sensitive girl that she Is afraid to let her thoughts run In original channels, lest this be the way of madness ? Who brings her daughter up to be but a pretty, ladylike poppet of society, with her little strained smile or stony ttare, aa occasion may require? Who and this is worst of all, though commonest of all, more's the pity ! teaches her that the sole aim and end of girlhood is, first, last and always, marriage; marriage with a good and rich man il possible; and if such a husband Is not to be found, why, still a rich one, under any cir cumstances, patting herself with the convenient reflection that the most Immoral men sometimes settle down and make the best husbands? I won der, by the way, how many mothers, after wedding innocent girls to rich and dissolute men, toss with sleepless eyes upon their pillows trying to force this pale reflection to strengthen into permanent belief In their troubled minds I No woman can have a higher, purer, nobler fate than a happy mar riage and motherhood ; but there are a good many better fates In store for women than loveless man iages-and earning ber own living and being Inde pendent la one of them. A young woman who had been taught that a wealthy marriage was the only one to be considered, was one day in conver sation with a Unitarian minister, who is one of the noblest of all nature's noblemen, and speaking of a girl friend who had recently married a very wealthy man, she added : I have heard that she made an excellent mar riage, thinking only of the money part of the transaction. What was her mort.llc.tlon and humiliation when, after a moment's silence, she received the gentle reply Yes, I believe that she has married a good man." It was . ,lmp, and mild answer, but It set that young woman to thinklng and you know much good 1. often brought about only by setting some one to II. inking, have known mother,, too, who exulted openly because their 2 Z ? m0re anJ h,d more Jmire" other girl. toZLZ (Now mother,, al over Uie land, b. careful what yon teach. R memb. U a on. day your girl will be . woman ; and If she has a bright, or inal mind she wdl slrul. out of your narrow groove, but the rtl totto? h:;',reThU,atririlllTOkWk',reProh lot Uie wrong you have done unto her.