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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
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lot Uie wrong you have done unto her.