i m m i Tol. 1. OllECiO CITY, OREGOiV, SAT UK BAY, ISCimiSUR SIK 180CI. No. 10. B IJ W 13 fl Ji i 1U t ShciUcckh). Enterprise. PUBLISHED EVERY SATCRDAT MORNING By D. 0. IRELAND, OFFICE: South east corner of Fourth and Main streets, in the building lately known 3 the Court House, Oregon City, Oregon. as Terms of Subscription. 'One copy, one vear in advance S3 00 " " ii delayed 4 00 Terms of Ad vcrtii5. Transient advertisements, one square (12 lines or less) tirsHnsertion ."2 50 For each subsequent insertion Business Cards one square per annum 1 00 payable quarterly One column per annum. . One half column " .. 12 00 100 00 ... 50 00 One quarter " " w Lcal adverting at the established rates. D. V(h McKENNEY, p 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 4) 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.) OFFICE: -At Residence, . . . . Oregon Main Street. iO- 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., o PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. (Office over Charman Bros., Main st.,) o Or ego i City. ly John Fleming, 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 Rutjes, 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 ft . BARLOW HOUSE, Main Street, one door north of the Woolen Factory, 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 PJ2 1 William Broughtonp 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, Oregon City. 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. SHADES SALOON. West ul; Main. Street, "letyeen Second and j jLiura, vregon Utty. GEORGE A. HAAS.-.. - Proprietor. 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 .THE GEM. Main Street, opposite the Poaf Ojfiee, Oregon City. 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. L TAYNE. I o W. A. ALDRICH. J. C. MERRILL. JOHN" M CRAKEX. M,GRAKEN,MERR!LL& CO. SHIPPING, COMMISSION AND Forwarding Merchants, 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, San Francisco. M'CRAKEN, MERRILL & CO.. 10 North Front Street, Portland. e 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, BROKERS ! Real Estate and Collecting No. SO Front Street, Corner of Washington, PORTLAND, OREGON. o (1 OVERNMENT SECURITIES.STOCKS, J Bonds, and Real Estate bought and sold on CommissionO Portland, Oct. 1 S0'5. ro.i,. E. a. RANDALL, I.MPOKTFR AXu DEALER IK MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS, Sheet Music, and Musical Merchandise of all kinds. Sole Agent in Oregon for 2Iuou & H;i ni '.ill's CELEBItlTEI) CAI5LVET OKGAX I AXD ' Sfciinvay fc Sen's GOU) ?IEDAL PIAXO FORTES ! First street, next door to the Post Office, Portland Oregon. 4:1 Removed ! Removed ! Tbe ('Id and well known D. SIOXXASTES, Proprietor. PORTLAND OREGON, Il'bui 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 CROCKERY AND GLASS-WARE, 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 Susicl PIANOS, ISIEiy MELODEONS, 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., Portland, Oregon. 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 JOHN NESTOR, AND DRAUGHTSMAN. 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. ALSO : 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 Dealer in O O E "WINES ! BRANDIES AND LIQUORS, O ' 51 Front Street, qTORTLAND, OREGON. o lm3 o MARBLE AND STONE YARD WILLIAM YOUNG, 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-"- ' t o O S3IILE COXTEMED. 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. (Concluded.) Is she dead? Aye, she is dead quite dead ! The wild sea kissed her With its coid white lips, and then put her to sleep, She had a sand pillow, and a water sheet, And never turns her head or knows 'tis morning ! Barry Cornwall. CHAPTER II. 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 loving heart. 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 o 0 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- putting 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 before." 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 nature. ' When that time conies you will find me awaiting vou : until then, Walter, fare well r 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 fect happiness."' 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 flow." "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 purpose." 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 woman. 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 thus : 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 at all. 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 divided efforts. With this much exnlanation I leave it to you. Imogen. 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 ant imagination. 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 wedding tour. " 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 one." 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 $ay. One ex asperating fact was that the heUhet was burnt behind ; the wits among the crowd would therefore imagine tHa he had re ceived a shot while flying from the enemy. Needless to remark, that every sSbp in the city of Berlin was sed. Suddenly Romeo's fair Juliet started, seized a pair 3of scissors, and, in fewer seconds than it !e takes me to write, cut off the whole of her magnificent chevelure doree, and with marvelous ingenuity fastened it to the scorched helmet. Thus, Graf Von rode at the head of his squadron of Cui rassiers with a flowing trophy of love and ttevtion such as one would have thought a Roman woman of old alone would have parted with ; but this deed was done bj' a faiP Prussian, and in the midst of the O p$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 cried. 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 the sergeant, 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 native land. 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 Arts. - -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- seIvt&;L 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 life." 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 world's sovereign." There are eighteen different Fall styles V o o O o o O G O t o