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OllECiO CITY, OREGOiV, SAT UK BAY, ISCimiSUR SIK 180CI.
B IJ W 13 fl Ji i
t ShciUcckh). Enterprise.
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D. V(h McKENNEY,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law.
-TlLh ATTEND PROMPTLY TO ALL
V V business entrusted to hi care.
Office One door north oOJell & Parker's
Drag store, Oregon City, Oregon. 0:ly
W. C. JOHNSON.
F. O. M COWS.
JOHNSON & McCpVN,
OREGON CITV, OREGON.
"-tf" Will attend to all business entrusted
to our care,in any of the Courts of the State,
collect money, negotiate loans, sell real es
tate, etc. q 1-J'1
JAMES M. LIC03E,
Justice of the Peace City Recorder.
Office Iii the Cuu House and City
Council Room, Oregon City.
Will attend to the acknowledgment of
deeds, and all other duties appei taining to
the olhce of Justice of the Peace. 2:ly
Dr. F. Barciiy, BI. R. C. L.p
(Formerly Surgeon to the non. H. 13. Co.)
. . . . Oregon
Dr. H. SafFarrans, ;
PHYSIC! ANtnd SURGE OX.
OFFICE In J. Fleming's Book Store. !
Mi in Oregon, City. (32 j
H. V. ROSS, Til. D.,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
(Office over Charman Bros., Main st.,)
o Or ego i City. ly
DEALER i,g&OOKS and STA TIOXER Y.
Thankful for the patronage heretofore-Ve
ceived, respectfully solicits a continuance
of the favojs of a generous public.
His store is between Jacobs' and Acker- i
man's bricks, on the west side of Main street. !
Oregon City, October 27th, 'GG. (tf j
"P - r fey c c n v A V
T E A C II E II 0 F M U SIC.
"TIlAi be glad to receive a number ot
V Pupils at his Music Room, at the pri
vate residence of Mr. Charles Logns. He
will iso continue to give instructions at
juivate residences. No charge for the use
of the piano. My pupils dill please give me
notice when ready to commence. S:lv
DAVID SMITH W. II. MARSHALL.
SMTH & MARSHALL,
Ulaek Smiths' and Boiler Makers.
Corner of Main and Third street.
Oregon City Oi-egog)
Blacksmithing in all its branches. Boiler
making and repairing. Allwock warranted
to give satisfaction. (r,-2
Main Street, one door north of the Woolen
Oregon City Oregon.
"Win. Ilurlow Proprietor.
The proprietor, thankful for the continued
patronage he has received, would inform the
public that he will continue his efforts to
pleast his guests. (2
CONTRACTOR and BUILDER,
Main street, Oregon City.
Will attend to all york in his line, con
sisting in part of Carpenter and Joiner work
framing, building, etc. Jobbing promptly
attended to. (hi
Fashion Billiard Saloon,
Main street, between Second and Third,
J. C. Blami, Proprietor.
abovlong established and popular
J Saloon is yet a favorite resort, and as
. only the choicest brands ot Wines, Liquors
.and Cigars are dispensed to customers a
share of the public patronage is solicited.
(!y) 4 J. C. MANN.
West ul; Main. Street, "letyeen Second and j
jLiura, vregon Utty.
GEORGE A. HAAS.-..
The proprietor begs leave to inform his
irienas ana tne puie generally tbat the
above named popular saloon is open for their
accommodation, with a new and well assort
ed supply of the finest brands of wines,
liquors arid cigars. 52
Main Street, opposite the Poaf Ojfiee, Oregon
E. PAYNE..- Proprietor.
The undersigned takes this method of in- i
lorming tne public that he has purchased
the above saloon, ana now oflbra choice and
wellselected stock of. foreign and domestic
TVmeS' uiuors etc- which cannot fail to
please those who may extend their patron
age. The best Lager Beer, Ale and Pc-er
:n the State,aln-nrv on draubr.
W. A. ALDRICH. J. C. MERRILL. JOHN" M CRAKEX.
SHIPPING, COMMISSION AND
AGENTS OF THE CALIFORNIA,
Hawaiian and Oiegon Packet Lines.
Importers of San Quentin and Carmen
Island Salt, Sandwich Island Sugars, Coffee,
Rice, and Pulu.
Agents for Provost's & Co.'s Preserved
Fruits, Vegetables, Pickles and Vinegar.
Dealers in Flour, Grain, Bacon, Lard &
Fruit, Lime, Cement and Plaster.
Will attend to the Purchase, Sale or Ship
ment of Merchandise or Produce in New
York, San Francisco, Honolulu, or Portland.
ALDRICH, MERRILL & CO.,
Nos 20-i and 2 California Street,
M'CRAKEN, MERRILL & CO..
10 North Front Street, Portland.
JqH. MITCHELL. ' J. X. DOLPH. A. SMITH.
Mitchell, Dolpli & Smith,
Attorneys and Counsellors at Laic,
Solicitors in Chancery, and Proc
tors in Admiralty.
Office over the old Post Office, Front
street, "Portland, Oregon. (ly)
W. LAIR HILL.
M. F. MCLKEY.
HILL & B1ULKEY,
ATTORNEYS and COUlfsELLORS
YX7ILL both be found hereafter at their
V Otlice on the corner of Front and
Alder Streets, Iurtland, Oregon. D3'r-
FERRY & FOSTER,
Real Estate and Collecting
No. SO Front Street, Corner of Washington,
(1 OVERNMENT SECURITIES.STOCKS,
J Bonds, and Real Estate bought and
sold on CommissionO
Portland, Oct. 1 S0'5.
E. a. RANDALL,
I.MPOKTFR AXu DEALER IK
Sheet Music, and Musical Merchandise of
all kinds. Sole Agent in Oregon for
2Iuou & H;i ni '.ill's
CELEBItlTEI) CAI5LVET OKGAX I
Sfciinvay fc Sen's
GOU) ?IEDAL PIAXO FORTES !
First street, next door to the Post Office,
Portland Oregon. 4:1
Tbe ('Id and well known
D. SIOXXASTES, Proprietor.
NOT DISCONTINUED WORK!
JLJL but h;isbeen removed to Second street.
between AldcP-and Morrison streets, where
business will be conducted on as large a scale
as in years past. 2:ly
QuccQsWare. Lamps, etc.
J" o M c II E N 11 1l ,
Importer oC articles in the above line,
would invite the attention of purchasers to
his large stock now oa hand.
O 'J! Front street,
2:1' ' " Portland, Oregom
L. T. SCHULTZ,
Importer and dealer in
Musical Instruments, $ationcr$ Cutlery,
Fancy Goods, etc.
10G Front street Portland, Oregon.
Pianos and all other Musical Instruments
carefully tuned and repaired. 2:ly
LINCOLN HOUSE, .
Comer of Washing fan and Front sts.,
X. C. 3IATTIIXEUSEX,
Of Cue. St. XICIIOLAS HOTEL, Victoria,
having taken the above house, wishes to an
nounce to the public that he is now prepared to
accommodate j'nsts in a satisfactory manner.
Xothimj (fill be left 'undone, ichich is in the
p er f the proprietor to do, to rend.r y vasts
eortfortiLle. 2: 1 y
Front Street, Portand, Oregon.
sT" Plans, Specifications, and accurate
working drawings prepared on short notice
after the latest approved style. (ly)
A. G. BRADFORD,
39 Front Street, Portland, Oregon,
IMPORTER. AND DEALER IN
Wines and Liquors.
Sole Agent in Oregon, and Washington
Territory," for the Golden State Champaign,
manufactured by Hoffman, Finke & Co.,
from California -rapes. f-i:ly
R. H E NT)R IE,
j Importi-r ami Wholesale
E "WINES !
BRANDIES AND LIQUORS,
' 51 Front Street,
MARBLE AND STONE YARD
No. 38 Front street, Fortand Orfgon
Keep consfintly on hand a good stock of
Mantle and building stone, suitable lor eerv
description of work. Mantles. Tomh ctAni
j and monuments of every tty'e executed aM '
: set to order. ' o-"- '
The world is growing old, and men grow cold
To each while seeking treasure
And what with want, and care, and toil,
AVe scarce have time for pleasure.
But never mind that is a loss
Not much to be lamented ;
Life rolls on gaily, if we will
But smite and be contented.
If we are poor, and would be rich,
It will nt be by pining ;
No! steady hearts and hopeful minda
Are life's bright silver lining.
There's ne'er a man who dared to hope
Hath of his choice repented;
The happiest souls on earth, are those
Who smile and are contented.
When grief doth come to rack the heart,
And fortune bids us sorrow,
From Hope we may a blessing reap
And consolation borrow.
If thorns will rise where rose3 bloom,
It cannot be prevented;
So make the best trf life you can,
And smile and be contented.
From the Golden Era.
THE CIIALLESGE TO FATE;
OR, IMOCEVS DREAM.
BT FRANCES FULLER VICTOR.
Is she dead?
Aye, she is dead quite dead ! The wild sea
With its coid white lips, and then put her to
She had a sand pillow, and a water sheet,
And never turns her head or knows 'tis
Many years have passed since that sor
rowful parting. We were never all to
gether again at one place. I spare myself
the trouble of explaining how I became
possessed of the history which I shall re
late, but give it as it occurred three years
after the closing of our school-days.
Walter Stewart was Imogen's betrothed
lover. Soon after her return home from
school, an acquaintance had commenced
which speedily ripened into a mutual at
tachment. Stewart was a young man of
brilliant talents, some said genius. He
was a splendid orator, though more f. ev
ery than profound ; a fine scholar, a lover
of poetry, having a ready memory stored
with the beauties of all authors. A charm
ing talker in the social circle, though
somewhat too quick with his biting sar
casms ; in short a young man whose qual
ifications were a strong attraction to an
imaginative girl like Imogen, and whose
homage was the sweetest flattery to her
And he was doubtless deeply interested
in the deep and guileless nature which
I offered him, in contrast to the majority of
his feminine friends, a study of perfect
simplicity joined to profound feeling and
considerable mental attainments. If his
homaga was flattery to her heart, her de
votion was incense to his self-love, as well
as life to his affections.
It so happened that Julia Wyland came
on a visit to Imogen the second summer of
their engagement : and from that time a
coldness grew up between the lovers.
True, after Julia left, Walter paid his vis
its almost as frequently as before to his
betrothed, and quoted poetry which was
supposed to stand for his own sentiments.
He still insisted that :
" There is no look or word of thine
My soul hath ere forgot ;
Thou ne'er hast bid a ringlet shine.
Or given thy. hair one graceful twine
Which I remember not."
But his love lacked the old ardor and
truthfulness, and Imogen could not shut
er eyes fo the fact. She did not blame
Julia, who could not help being beautiful
and gay and bewitching. Julia was not a
coquette, and had no thought of stealing
away her friend's lover for she was not
informed of the engagement. And if she
thought sometimes that her friend was not
quite happy about the brilliant Walter
Stewart why, what handsome girl is wil
ling to resign a conquest like that, to a
dear friend even? And so the cruel wrork
of sundering two hearts went on.
Neither did Imogen in her simplicity
blame Walter 5 first because she loved
him, secondly because she felt he had
loved her until one worthier "and more re
sistless came. If her upright sense of
right, truth and justice sometimes up
braided him in heio thought?, she endeav
ored to stifle the accusing sense. But all
her ingenious apologies for Walter would
nctt furnish the lost hope and joy to her
own unselfish heart, and she pined and
paled even in the presence of her idol.
Walter, too, was ill at ease. He dreaded
to break the gentle spirit that had so clung
to him away from its support ; but the re
straint was becoming irksome. He felt
for her that pity which is akin to love, and
that.cte thought, was all.
Imogen was the first to break the mutual
and painful silence.
" Walter," said she, ; let us be truthful.
You have ceased to love me ; or rather
vou have discovered that you never loved
me ; and the attempt to satisfy your honor
with the hollow show of love is pitiful. I
release you "from your engagement, freely,
wishing you success with your new love
iu all sincerity."
" You do not love me then V-
the cruel question as it he were really in
terested to know, yet with a painful flush
upon his cheek which showed his shame.
" Have you any right to put that ques
tion to me, Walter?''
No, none. You are quite right, lino
cm ; and if I hd thought you could be
so unmoved in saying what you have
said to-night I should have told you so
Ungenerous, even in accepting the free
dom so generously given !
Was it the effect of the brilliant moon
light falling on her through the great east
window that made her lo-ok so white and
marble like ? He hoped so. Dared he
touch her hands to assure himself she still
breathed, and would move again? He
gazed upon her anxiously; she felt the gaze
and roused herself to say in a grating voice
unlike her own soft tones :
" You were very considerate ; but your
kindness was unnecessary. I think I could
have borne it very well all along."
" Will you give me your hand a moment.
Imogen ? May I hope to meet you here
after in friendship and brotherly regard ;
and if I am successful in winning her love,
will you be friends with mo and mine ?"'
'; Can you not do without me then ? was
the sharp and bitter answer, uttered in a
voice piercing with pain.
" God knows, Imogen ! I have a feeling
of guilt yet I cannot tell if I am doing
wrong in this matter. You, I know, are
far too pure and proud to claim a truant
hand, therefore to urge you to retain your
right to mine would be to insult your
womanhood. Yet lor me to give up you
altogether is a struggle with my man's
heart. Imogen, at this very moment I feel
a presentiment that to you I shall need to
come in some coming hour of trouble.
Will you be my friend then in my need ?"
He had rightly understood her faithful
' When that time conies you will find
me awaiting vou : until then, Walter, fare
He seized her hands with a sudden
movement ; kissed them passionately,
gazed one moment in her quiet face, and
was gone. Imogen awoke with a start
from her passive mood, she ran after him
into the hall ; but only the moonlight
coming through the open door and braided
across by shadows of climbing vines, en
livened the silent dimness. She looked up
and down the broad street, light on one
side, dark n the other, deserted and
voiceless. She Strained her eyes to catch
one last glimpse of his form ; but he had
walked in the shadow, and only the ring
of his step upon the stone pavement came
to her ear sharp and distinct, yet knell
like as it struck upon her sore and suffer
ing heart. When she could hear it no
longer she turned' away and shut out the
moonlight. She went and threw herself'
upon the floor where late he stood. To
ward morning she went to her own room.
It is not meet for eyes profane to look
upon such anguish.
It came soon enough, that rose-colored
note, telling of Julia's engagement, and
asking Imogen to the wedding ; quite as
soon as she could "have borne to hear it.
" Do you remember our dreams,'' it asked;
"' when we all slept at Fanny Birdenn's,
the night before we left school ? Don't
laugh. Imogen, but I believe mine is about
to become true ; for how could there be
any bitterness in the life I am looking for
ward to with Walter ? You must come,
dear, for I want you a witness to my per
Imogen did not go, however. She sent
her love, and her congratulations, her
wishes for the realization of her friend's
hopes ; but she thought it best to throw no
shadow over Walter's wedding day by in
truding the ghost of a dead love.
They were going to Lake George, and
all the summer retreats along the Hudson,
and in a few weeks would return and set
tle down in a pretty new cottage just out
side of town, under the shadow of a grand
old grove of forest trees, rare in that sea
ward climate, Walter had always said he
would build in that very place, and Imo
gen had made many plans on paper for
that cottage among the trees, that was to
have held her home-circle. Now she
walked past it once or twice on the day
of the wedding then went into the en
closure and walked under the trees and
finally looked in at every window to get
an idea of the furnishing of her friend's
house, that nothing might seem unfamiliar
in that future she was bracing herself up
to meet. No one would welcome the
bride more kindly than she would do, she
was quite determined on that ; and should
any whisper of Walter's previous engage
ment ever reach Julia's ear, she would act
and live it down for him, for Julia, for all.
This sort of struggle never yet made
young eyes bright, or young cheeks round
and red ; and Imogen Avas becoming un
mistakably languid, pale, and spiritless.
But the weather was warm she had
walked too often and too Jong ; because
she had not been quite strong for a year.
And so she quieted loving inquiries.
One day, shortly after the wedding, Im
ogen was lying on a sofa by the open gar-,
"den windows wearily turning over the pa
pers just from the mail, when her eye fell
upon the account of a " Terrible Disaster !
Burning of a Hudson river steamer ! Six
teen lives lost'' and all the horrible par
ticulars of such an event. Feeling too
excitable to read the whole of it, she was
just on the point of laying aside the paper,
when the names of " Walter Stewart and
lady" caught her eye, among the list of
passengers lost. Eagerly she looked at
the date ' of oecurrence-crit was their
wedding day 1 It was too true, therb!
When Imogen began to recollect any-
thing die found herself in her own room,
darkened and silent. She tried to raise
her head but had no power to do so. She
looked at her hands on the bed cover ;
they were thin and waxen pale. What
was the matter ? Oh, yes, she recollected
now ; and then she laid a long time calmly
thinking ; thinking with a preternatural
calmness and clearness of the events that
had gone before her illness, even back to
her school days. Some one came and
smiled and kissed her, telling her to lie
perfectly still. There was no need to give
her that command ; her whole soul was
absorbed in retrospection ; she had no de
sire to do anything but think, think. When
the physician came and looked at her he
ordered an opiate. " Too much nervous
action here' said he ; 4i you must not al
low yourself to think of the least thing,
my dear child ; try to lose yourself in the
sea of oblivion."
" Yes, that is it," thought Imogen ; '"that
is the lake I saw beyond the willows, into
which the river of my grief is made to
"The opiate soon brought at least tempo
rary oblivion. In a few days she was bet
ter. Then she learned that Walter had
not perished only Julia. Then a letter
came from him to Imogen, written from
the home of Julia's parents a mournful,
heart-broken, rebellious letter, giving a
copy of feelings Imogen could readily un
derstand. ''If you can pity me Imogen, I am an
object of pity. I had a presentiment, once
that I should need your sympathy ; but,
oh, my God ! not so soon not in this way!
Did I deserve it? You have all that noble
disinterestedness which gives me assurance
of your participation in my great sorrow.
As soon as I can leave this place I shall
hasten to yon. Julia loved you and I
but I shall make no profession I am
coming to be comforted."
The interview between Walter and Imo
gen may be imagined not described. She
witnesses his agony. If she had wished
for retribution upon him, she now beheld
what might be called so. But no ; he
came to be comforted, and went away ex
alted. The heroic self-abnegation of the
frail girl whose own sufferings were so
evident, let floods of light in upon his
hitherto self-absorbed existence ; and he
went forth thinking :
" That life is not as idle ore,
But iron dugtrom central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears;
And dipped in baths of hissing tears,
And battered with the shocks of doom
To shape and use."
To herself Imogen said : " My soul is in
the boat now. The current is sluggish of
this deep and dark river ; but with the oar
f f o jty.'"rb f! ri d " 0 1 TT"" VV f shM Vt
reach the sea, where are to lie buried the
dead babe of love, and the cast-off body
of my former selfishness and egotism. The
willows of a vain regret shall not delay
the burial. Though overshadowed by
thickening gloom, I shall not falter in my
Two years more passed on ; not without
their lessons of purification to the strong
and selfish man ; not without their silent
consolations to the fragile but enduring
Indian summer glowed in the . still,
golden air of a warm, dreamy November
dav. Walter Stewart, reclining on a couch
of dry forest leaves, read a letter. It ran
Walter : I told you last night how, nearly
six years ago, she, the loved and lost, and I,
reviewed the sublime presentment of our fu
ture in a dream. She, the beautiful and light
hearted, passed away from the bitterness of
life without ever having tasted even the drop
upon the goblet's brim. I remained to ful
fill my destiny; to sec myself in a barren
waste, alone with the river of my sorrows.
But I was able to make my griefs the means
of putting off, and bearing to oblivion the
selfishness that was my torture. My old
love, too, went with it. For a Jong time
there was little strength left in me to estab
lish a new character. J had conquered, but
in the contest I had lost most of my power
to combat further with weakness and temp
tation. Gradually, however, the strength
that was needed developed itself, ami for one
year I think 1 may surely say I lov ed you not
I have questioned my heart of what we
talked about last night, and I find that what
I took to be a mere mental and intellectual
sympathy in your advancement along the
same difficult path my own feet had pressed
so wearily before you, may beaP a warmer
interpretation. I cannot promise 3-011 the
exhuberant love that was born of uicurbed
giilish enthusiasm died a death of terrible
despair and was buried at last in forget ful
ness. But if affection, founded in a thor
ough knowledge of your mental and moral
qualifications, and a perfect sympathy with
jour purposes and pursuits added to a
great longing for tenderness and the endear
ments of home if this affection meets the
demand of yniir heart, then will I become
mistress of the cottage.
You know my habits, and that I have
ceased to live in idle dreams of self! I think
we might find much to do which could be
better'accomplished by our united, than our
With this much exnlanation I leave it to
The world looked very beautiful to Wal
ter, lying with this letter in his hand. The
exquisite entertainment of his heart was
not to be compared to the exultant vhirl6)
of hope and assurance that he had
felt two years and a half ago; but he
would not recall it if he could. There
was nothing more to be desired. The
golden haze that hung around him seemed
the proper atmosphere of happ'ness. The
crickets chirping in the dry grass and
leaves sung incomparable melodies in his
ear. He watched the falling leaves, that
silently dropped off, one by one, and
fluttered to the ground with no sentiment
of sadness. " Another spring," he said to
his heart ; "these trees shall be dressed in
green fdf her; the shade and coolness shall
soothe her hours of thought, and when the
leaves fall ?g?n she shall "it tore, by rre
and read some lovely pastoral in the soft
golded air ; while I stretch my length upon
the fragrant couch and catch the storygas
it appears on her tell-tale face ere her
lips have uttered it."
Nor was he disappointed in this pleas
Imogen had been some months installed
in the Cottage when a letter from Marian
Northrop announced that she was on the
eve of marriage with Philip Dale-" the
Philip of my dream," she wrote, underlin
ing it ; and would visit Imogen on her
" Do you think it possible ?'' asked
Walter when Imogene told him 'the news
and explained the allusion.
" I know not : I thank God all the evil
prophecies of that night are already ful
filled she had not known my dream,
'and that Marian's dream was a happy
When Mr. and Mrs. Dale came to the
Cottage there was a gay and happy reviv
al of old reminiscenses.
" Only to think," said Marian impress
ively, yet with a laugh, " that everything
turned out almost as I dreamed it that
night. And his name, too! Isn't it re
markable ? I declare it makes me feel
superstltiously inclined. I never could
make out your dream though so I sup
pose we didn't all see our futures. But
poor Julia ! truly she was married without
ever finding out 'the bitter in her cap of
matrimonial life. Wasn't it strange ? But
I, dear me ! there comes Philip ! Isn't
he just as handsome as I saw him you
know when? I don't want him to hear
me allude to it, for he laughed so when I
told him, at my credulity, as he called it.
I wonder what has become of Fanny Bir
denn ; I havn't heard ofher in an age."
And so she rattled on. Her fate had
been so bright she never suspected' shad
ows in any one else's.
As for me and my dream for I had one
it would take a longer time than you
would like to listen, to tell jrou that.
A "Pretty" Story.
A Par's correspondent of the London
Star tells a Pretty Story," which will
repay perusal : Ah ? the pretty story I am
going to relate, and how it will chan
your fair readers, and all the Romeos and
Juliets of this world ! Mind, I do not
vouch for the veracity of the storjbut I
have heard it related by such pretty lips,
and with such fervor of language, that I
am almost inclined to believe in its au
thenticity. The scene was Enacted at
Berlin on the morning of the entrance of
tb.- victorious troops. A young and dis
tinguished officer of the Cuirassiers, who
had received a cut of tho sabre from an
Austrian Ohlan, was paying a visit to his
fiances, a young lady attached to the
Queen's household. Her lover entered
her salon in his full uniform, and wearing
his helmet, but on taking a seat near his
fair lady-love he took off his helmet, and
put it on a small table in front of the fire ;
as, notwithstanding all the c-nthuiasm of
the population, the day was excessively
cold. Bj some sudden movement, how
ever, the young officer upset the table.
and the hornet rolled int the fire. There
was a scream, and an exclamation of
horror. The scream was, of course, femi
nine ; the expression of dismay, however,
was masculine, caused by seeing the horse
tail of the helmet catch fire and burn away
in an instant. To join his regiment and
pass the King wearing a siuged helmet,
and one guiltlessof horse-tail, was utterly
impossible, and sill less was it possible,
to absent himself on such a $ay. One ex
asperating fact was that the heUhet was
burnt behind ; the wits among the crowd
would therefore imagine tHa he had re
ceived a shot while flying from the enemy.
Needless to remark, that every sSbp in the
city of Berlin was sed. Suddenly
Romeo's fair Juliet started, seized a pair
3of scissors, and, in fewer seconds than it
!e takes me to write, cut off the whole of her
magnificent chevelure doree, and with
marvelous ingenuity fastened it to the
scorched helmet. Thus, Graf Von
rode at the head of his squadron of Cui
rassiers with a flowing trophy of love and
ttevtion such as one would have thought
a Roman woman of old alone would have
parted with ; but this deed was done bj' a
faiP Prussian, and in the midst of
p$osaic nineteenth cenurv.
Some men are pleasant m the nousehold
and nowhere else. I have know such men.
They are good fathers and kind hQsbands.
ifyjjuhadsee them in, their own house
you would have thought that they were
angels, alinostq but if you had seen them
on the street, or in the store, or anywhere
Idse out of the house, rou would have
thought them almost demoniac. dut the
opposite is apt to be the case. Vjpn we
are among our neighbors, or" gmong
strangers, we hold ourselves with self
respect, and endeavor to act with proprie
ty ; but when we get home we say to our
selves, I have played a part long enough
and am now going to be natural. So Q'e
sit down, aca we are ugly and snappish,
and blunt, and disagreeable. We lay
aside those thousand little couresties thi?
make the roughest floor smooth, that make
life pleasant We expend all our polite
ness in places where it will bring silver
and gold, too often. Q
Mea who fight duels haye two seconds
to live after hey are dead, is a mat
tor of moment,
Tlic Inventor of the Jacqnard Loom.
Jacquardwasa straw-manufac hirer in
the city of Lyo'ns. He was a poor man,,
and he had received little or no instruc
tion. During the war with England an
article appeared in the French Monitevr,
which stated that a person in England had
offered a large sum of money to any man
who could produce a machine hy which a
not could be made. This set him to work,
and he did get over the great difficulty of
producing a machine by which a knot can
be tied. The thing was forgotten, till, by
some accident, this net was given to the
great Emperor Napoleon ; and he was
told that a poor man on the banks of the
Rhine had solved a very great and diffi
cult problem. Jacquard, in great poverty,
one day, and scarcely knowing how to
exist, was surprised by the visit of a ser
geant of gendarmes, who knocked at the
door, lie came down stairs, and the?
sergeant said :
" I have orders to take you to Paris."
" Who has sent for me at Paris ?" he
Why, you will hear that when j-ou get
there. There is a carriage waiting for
you," exclaimed the sergeant.
' I mus send for my wife, and make
preparation," said Jacquard:
" Noyou must go as j-ou are," replied
And he wras taken to the palace of the
Tuilleires, and instantly introduced to two
persons no less distinguished than Napo
leon Bonaparte and hia greater minister.
Carnot. Napoleon said :
" They tell me you say you can tie
knot in a straight string (for that is the
art of knitting) by a piece of machinery,
I don't believe you ; and in order to try
you, I will have you locked up in an
apartment, and supplied with materials
upon which to work, and everything you
require to make your machine."
. Well, Jacquard set to work so locked
up, and constructed a machine ; was cov
ered with houoi5)continued to direct his
attention to mechanical art, and a!t: nvard
produced that machine which bears his
name, and which, by merely throwing the
shuttle across the warp produced the most
beautiful patterns. These machines pro
duced a revolution in French manufacture ;
thrice the people of the city of Lyons rose
ujgiin Jacquard ; twice they attenpten to
drown him in the Rhine. He withdrew
himself from the world for many years,
still attempting to "be the benefactor of his
Opinion changed, however, and before
he died he was the recipient of a liberal
pension, not only from the city ot Lyons,
but from the French Government. He
died upon the property, which was con
veyed to him. the grateful gift of the peo
ple he had honored and elevated ; and
when he was carried to his tomb the city
of Lyons declared that his portrait should
be painted and hung in the School of
- -O- .
Dante. There is a very ingenious and
humorous sjtpry in a very old collection of
Italian tales br one Sercambi, who repre
sents the poet Daute as eing invited bj'
some king to dinner. He comes, dressed
very shabbily ; sits down below the salt,
and is overlooked and forgotten till after
tho feast, when the king says : '"By-the-by,
what is become of that poet I intended to
talk to ?" Dante, who had meanwhile de
parted, a good deal offended, is immedi
ately followed and invited anew. He
comes to supper, superbly dressed i'j
crimson and gold, and is served with ex
treme attention ; but the courtiers observe
with amazement that he pours the soup
down his sleeves, tucks cutlets into his
bosom, and smears his velvet jerkin witli
rich sauces. "Good gracious, your maj
esty," says 'the boldest of these supping
nQldes, "why has this poet such bruiezza in
his manners ?" The question is passed on
by the king to Dante, who gravely re
plies : " When I came here dressed shab
bily, and sat quietly in my corner, I waa
forgotten and overlooked. I now come in
very fine .clothes, at??! am very much at
tended to ; I therefore concluded it was
rather my clothes than myself that you ad
mged and invited, and I was willing to
bestow on them a share of your hos
pitality." When Dante was at the court
of Signor della Scala, then sovereign of
Verona, that prince said to himnday :
" I wonder, Signor Dante, that a- mn so
learned as you, hould be hated hy all my
court, and that this fool (pointing to his
buffoon, w ho stood by him) should be be
loved." Highly piqued at this compari
son, Dante replied : " Your excellency
would wond3 less if you considered that
we like those best who most resemble our-
Sheridan was once taken ill in conse
quence of a fortnight's continued dining
out causing dissipation. He gent fur liis
physician, who prescribed rigid absti
nence. Calling again soon afterward, he
asked his patient if he was attending to
that advice? The answer being in the
affirmative " Right," said the .doctor.
'Tis the only- way to secure you length
of days." " I oo not doubt it," said Sheri
dan, " for .these last three days, since I be
gan, have been the longest to me in my
Cottox is Kixg xo Loxger. We clip
the following from one of our exchanges.
We will not give the paper, fearing tho
author would not be able to breast the
storm if we were to expose him : " Cotton
is no king. The beauty of - the female
form, to which cotton administers, is the
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