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the year 1S71, by Mrs. a. J. nuniway. In the
Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washing
I dispatched my letter to thepostofllce
and sat down within the recess of the
lnttieed alcove to wait and dream and
What was life to me that I should
struggle on thus wearily? Oh! so often
had Tasked this question and no answer
came; and now the thought was almost
unendurable the one problem of my
life seenie l at its near solution, and my
very soul was mute and apathetic
knew not what to do,
Mrs. Lewis, my true and trusty friend,
came tripping up the gravel walk, and,
bounding into the darkened room where
I sat in silent agony, threw her plump,
white arms around my neck in her irrc-
sistnble, gleesome way.
"wiuu now, juine, ueurv Hope you
haven't Ikksii seized with another lit of
blues? "Well, well; this won't do!. Your
face is as long as a yardstick! What's
the matter?" taking my two hands in
hers and looking me in the face with an
air of concern that ended In a ludicrous
outburst of laughter.
"I have enough of trouble and annoy
ance to kill an angel ! No wonder life
goes hard with a poor, helpless mortal
"Tut, tut; nonsense! Look here!"
drawing a roll of newspapers from the
deptlis of her ample pockets and spread
ing before me the united culogisms of a
dozen men of note. "There; .what have
you to say to that!"
"iNotmng. it don't amount to any
"Judith Smith nee Reid! I am
ashamed of you ! If should merit such
high commendation from the world of
letters -I should effervesce in rhapso
dies." "Guess it's well you don't receive
(hem, then," I answered,- with a bitter
laugh. "Put these things away, please,"
I continued; "I want no such nonsense
about me to-day."
The large, expressive eyes changed
their animated expression to one of se
"Can I do anything to help you?"
"Maybe you can lrelp me to elucidate
this mystery," handing her the letter
from the lover of my youth.
The frank and honest features of my
friend changed into a blank expression
of bewilderment I eagerly studied her
as she read and was not surprised to see
hor countenance betray vivid consterna
tion. It seemed that I was prepared for
it by some mysterious premonition.
"Judith, do you still lovo that man
The voice was wavering and strange,
and somehow reminded me of the timid
flutterings of a frightened bird,
"That's nobody's business but my own,
"Oh 1 Judith Reid, it is my business,
for I have many things to tell you."
"Let me listen, then. See, I am all
My friend arose and paced to and fro
through the parlor, wringing her hands
sometimes and sometimes clasping them
as if in prayer.
Then, coming back to me she
said simply: "Let me see that letter
I gave it to her and she turned awaj,
read It slowly, dwelling with intense in
terest on every sentence. At length she
came back to me and dropping upon one
knee at my feet, clasped my icy-cold
hands and said:
"Dear, weary, waiting Judith Iteid!
My father told me many years ago, be
fore the carking cares of life had cank
ered ray bright visions of the roseate
possibilities of unsullied earthly happi
ness, that you had had this trouble. I
have never known the whole truth, but
of one fact I have always been cogniz
ant. My father has had much trouble
aboutyou. His vist to Oregon was made
on purpose to find you out and aid you
In vour life of toil and drudgery. That
he did thus aid you I have heard you
tell repeatedly. Now, as it seems that
there is soon to be some kind of a solu
tion to this old-time mystery. I heg, on
behalf of my honored father, that you
will deal leniently in your judgment
with any past act of his which may dis
"What has Dr. Armstrong done, that
you thusseok to screen him?" was my
"He lias committed no error of the
heart, my dear. And that you may feel
intuitively that he has never meant to
wrong you is my earnest prayer."
"Mrs. Lewis! look at me! I carried
you in my arms when you were a baby.
I performed menial offices for you to
which your own mother never stooped,
The brightest of my childhood's days
were clouded by the care of you. I have
felt mysolf repaid for all this weary
drudgery in the past few montlis in
which your love has blessed me, but I
urge you now, by all that you hold sa
cred, to avoid equivocation and tell me
the whole, unsullied truth. If Dr. Arm
strong has in any way been a party to
the great injustice that has warped my
life, let me know it, or, by the Jitcrnal
you shall feel my wrath."
"To taunt your friend with the help
lessness of her babyhood is not like you
Judith. I thought you were more just
"Forgive me, darling; I am Sure I did
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tures must mako known their names to the
Editor, or no attention will bo given to their
not mean to taunt you. I am calm now;
but you hi uat tell me what Dr. Armstrong
knows about this mystery and how he is
concerned in it."
"Alas, dear friend ! I do not know the
whole truth. You have heard that "Wil
liam Snyder was arrested for forging my
father's notes. Well, he remained for n
number of months In the State's Prison
as a convict, and was released after the
discovery that a distant relative of his,
who had skillfully Imitated his penman
ship, had been the malefactor."
"Then he was indeed entirely inno
cent! O, friend of my life, I beg you to
prove to me that this is true?"
"My father will prove it to your entire
satisfaction if he lias not already done
"Your father will not talk to me about
him. Freely as we have conversed upon
other subjects, this one has always been
avoided by tacit and mutual consent"
"Then don't blame him alone if you
arc equally guilty of silence upon this
very important theme."
"Mrs. Lewis, do you know Dr. Gor
"Has my friend gone daft?"
"Your question doesn't answer mine."
"No, I don't know Dr. Gordon ; but I
should like. to know who he is and what
he has to do witii this discussion."
"Do you believe in mesmeric fascina
tion?" "I believe it to be a very dangerous,
but in many cases tangible and power
ful influence; but why ask such a ques
".because l am eimer lascinatcd or
desperately in love with the physician
who attended me during my recent ill
ness. Stay and hear me out. The love
that was awakened in my intense imag
ination for that mysterious and gay
young music teacner, wno so foully
wronged me, has been my life-longdream.
During all "the hopeless years where
in I drudged and toiled as the legal
concubine of the man whose name I
bear, I never met an individual, whether
man or woman, whose presence had the
power to thrill me through and through.
But I experience this sensation when
ever i meet tnc man oi wnom i nave
been speaking. I am old enough to know
that it is necessary to analyze this feel
ing and learn just what it means, as I am
resolved to make no more mistakes if I
can help myself."
"My friend, do you believe that any
mortal ever truly loves but once?"
"I am satisfied that nobody ought to
love but once," I answered drearily, "but
what am I to do?"
"Simply put this recent fascination
far away from you. The very idea is un
worthy of you."
"Can't you give me any further
information about - the lover of my
"Alas, no ! I have told you all that I
"Then, madam, look here!" and my
manner grew as imperious as my words;
"go forthwith to Dr. Armstrong and say
to him that It is necessary that I should
see him at once."
"Mother will not willingly allow him
to visit you. Remember, dear Judith,
the gossips have been steadily at work
for weeks In the attempt to sully your
good name ; and my weak mother has
added fuel to the fire. Don't you think
it best for father to remain away?'-
Of course I think no such thing!
Madam, do you believe that I would for
get my honor! If so, leave me now and
never cross my lonely threshold more !"
No, Judith dear, not that; but do you
not think it necessary to avoid as far as
possible the unjust suspicions of socl
"This from you A child of Dr. Arm
strong's? A woman who has always
pretended to care nothing for the vague
opinions of the world so long as she was
doing right? Vm losing faith in indi
viduals, confidence in friends and hope in
Judith Reid, can this be won? Have
you taken leave of your senses ?"
"Would to God I could take leave of
them. But my racked brain will not
become unhinged, and so the torture of
deep consciousness forever frets my life.
Go to Dr. Armstrong, I say, and tell
him I must see him. Tell him the time
for silence is forever past That I am re
solved to ferret out the truth, and that if
he comes not to me I will straightway
o to him."
"He cannot come to-day, my dear, but
to-morrow you may look for him. I will
stop the tongue or Madam Grundy by
coming with him myself; and when you
have had time to cool your temper off a
little, I hope you will have the good, so
ber sense to bo ashamed of the way you
talked to mc to-day."
I bowed her out of the apartment
without a word of reply, and watched
her as she proceeded down the graveled
walk with feelings of intense inuigna.
Her call had been long, and the day
was waning into twilight My children
were busy with some gay companions
in a came of croquet and their inerrj
peals of laughter trilled out upon the
cveniug air and settled m my soul as
"At least." said I. aloud, "my chil
dren do not share my desolation," and
turned me to my lonely room.
In the deepening gloaming I knelt
down and wailed out an agonizing
prayer for strength and guidance, yield-
ling my spirit to a subtle influence that
calmed its tumult, and said to turbulent
emotions, "peace, be still."
Suddenly a mellow light illuminated
the apartment and settlled over my som
bre garments as a halo. Then a dark
ness that could be felt enshrouded me for
a moment, which was gradually dispelled
by a limpid radiance, from which a hazy
substance gathered form and features,
and the beaming eyes and long white
beard, forwhich I had learned to look
in eager expectation, appeared once
more upon an airy canvas. But the ex
pression of the face was sad, and the
once sweet smile betokened bitterness.
"0, "William ! William! will you not
forgive your waiting Judith?" I ex
But while I spoke the vision vanished,
and I could not again recall it
A domestic entered and, turning on
the gas, busied herself a few moments
in rearranging the disordered books and
papers on the center table.
"Ma'am, I'm compelled to give you
waniin'," said she, nervously.
"Why, Nanette? Haven't I always
been a kind, indulgent mistress?"
"0, yes ma'am," and the bright quad
roon laughed ncvously, "but, you see, I
b'leve this house is haunted."
"Nonsense, Nanette! The bpirits of
the living may haunt the house some
times, but I have never yet been able to
call up the wraiths of any who are
"Well, ma'am, it may or mayn't be
superstition, but I'll leave here this day
week. I thought it best to give you
"What have you seen, Nanette ?"
"I haven't seen uothiu' partick'ler,
'cept your acini1, ma'am ; but I heard
you call a man's name just now, and
when I turned on the gas your eyes was
just startin' from their sockets. Don't
get angry, please, but I'm afraid you're
I could not restrain a hearty laugh.
"It's no laughln' matter to mc,
ma'am," and the girl beat a retreat to
the kitchen, muttering as she went
Presently Minnie came in, sobbing as
though her heart would break, while
Winnie and the boys remained in con
sultation in the latticed porch, and I
could see that they were all In trouble.
"What's the matter now, my dear?"
I asked, tenderly.
"Oh, mother! what do you ever do
that's wicked to make p?oplc talk about
Why, what are people saying about
"Oh! Nelly Brooks wouldn't play
witli us, because she said you were a
bold, bad woman! She told Jim Hodges
that you once married a forger and got
divorce; and tliat you broke my fath
er's heart, and broke him up in busi
ness, and oh 1 I don't know what all!
And the girls slight us at school and
say naughty things about us, and oh,
dear! I wish we were all dead!"
Poor children ! How I pitied them In
this trial, which was to them as real
and biting, and consequently just as
hard to bear, as are the more weighty
tribulations of the children of a larger
"We are going back to Oregon! That's
flat!" said master Ben, who was as inv
petuous as his mother; and they all
came moodily into the room and acqui
esced in Ben's determination.
"But I have a situation here tiiat
brings us bread and butter. It is neccs
sary that I remain and attend to it If
could follow my own inclinations
would start for the Pacific coast next
"Situation be blowed! I'll work at
any sort of menial employment you can
find for me, If you will go," said Young
"What, my child? Would you give
up a situation where you are learning
an honorable profession for the sake of
getting out of the way of a few busy-
The fine-looking boy dropped his eyes
"You know, my dears, that envious
and ignorant people tried to injure your
mother's reputation in her far western
home, where nothing but her faithful
toil saved you from suffering. If we
were to go back would matters be any
better? Tattlers were iwwerless to hurt
mc there, and they will prove impotent
to harm me here."
"But they harm vs.' You don't know
how.hard it is, mother."
"My children badly mistake their
mother's sensitive nature if they think
that these things do not trouble her.
But I have learned through many years
to cease murmuring at two classes of
grievances. One class consists of those
I can avoid, and the other of those that I
cannot avoid. This is the philosophical
way in which to treat these petty mat
ters that arc beneath or above our con
trol. While I have the confidence and
affection of such a fine company of chil
dren I have consolation in all my trials.
But it is as well, perhaps, to tell you
now that there is a mystery connected
with my early life of which I hope to
toon receive satisfactory solution."
"Mother, is it anything badt Have
you ever done anything naughty to make
people traduce you as they do?"
"My children, behold your mother
Did you ever find me guilty of falsehood,
deception or dishonorable action of any
kind? Have you any reason, from any
act of mine, to ply me with such inves
tigations?" "0, mother! no! Forgive me for ask
ing such a question."
"You were quite right in askiug it, my
child. I do not believe in one code of
morals for adults and another'for chil
dren. You have perfect right to sit In
judgment upon your mother's acts, and
perfect right to hold her to strict ac
count for anything that may appear
"Then you won't be angry with us,
It was my winsome, blue-eyed Winnie
who addressed me now.
"Angry! my darlings? Ao
"Well, I have had enough of this!
Let's have some music that will drive
dull care away," said Minnie, starting
So we gathered around the piano and
discoursed the sweet and simple strains
of Auld Lang Syne. My mind became
en rapport with the melody, and when,
at the close of an hour thus spent in
sweet communion with my pets, I bill
them all good-night and dismissed them
with a mother's blessing, I felt that I
indeed had much to live aud struggle
I turned oil' the gas and noticed that
the out-door air was Hooded with the
limpid radiance of the moon aud stars.
Throwing a shawl over my head, I wan
dered out alone into tho shrubbery-
A grove of maples a few yards away
nodded to mo in the zephyrs as though
inviting the company of a sympathizing
friend to their grand solitude.
tV screech owl gave forth a warning
note from the nearest tree and made mo
pause and listen.
Two men were sitting together on one
of the rustic scats.'
Their conversation was guarded and
earnest, but I could occasionally catch a
"I say," said one, "the time has come
when she niut know the truth. The
blood of all the Ileitis is up, and she will
ferret out the facts or die."
Prudence would have sent me out of
the grove and back to the house, but
that silent monitor had forsaken 'me, so
I stepped quickly out in the path and
confronted the strangers, saying fiercely:
'The blood of all the Reids up! Tell
me by what right you thus invade my
The men looked up in consternation,
and I was as much Surprised as cither
when I recognized Dr. Armstrong.
I lost all presence of mind. Fearing
that I would lose all my good resolves
by acknowledging allegiance to a mys
terious power, which I would not lw able
to resist, I turned and hastened to the
house, double-locked the doors and
crept shivering to my bed, and lay there,
thinking, thinking, thinking.
(To lie continued.)
Woman and Her Clothes.
A great deal has been said and writ
ten of late years about "Woman's Mis
sion," "Woman's Suffrage" and "Wom
an's Rights;" but one of the greatest
needs of this country is a hopie woman;
one who is able to attend to the man
agement of her household and wlio does
not teel herself altogether dependent
upoii servants. Said the wife of John
Adams, in a letter written to a friend in
1R00, when she was sixty-five years of
"No man ever prospered in the world
without the consent and co-operation of
his wife, and it Is an indispensible req
uisite that every American wife should
herself know how to order and regulate
her family, how to govern her domes
tics and train up her children. For this
purpose the all-wise Creator made wom
an a helpmate for man, and she who
fails in these duties docs not answer the
end of her creation."
Halt a centuty, with all its reforms
and improvements, have passed away
since these words were written, yet
the advice is not inapplicable to the
present time. In the days when Mrs.
Adams nourished, a young lady's edu
cation, no matter What her rank in life
might be, w:is not considered completed
until, among other useful accomplish
ments, she was able to cut out and make
a shirt and knit a pair of stockings. It
is tmc that the sewing machines have
done away witli much of the necessity
of hewing by hand, still we are of the
opinion that every young lady should
ie anie to sew. rue gin oi me period
has, however, "a soul above buttons,"
and any young man marrying one of
them, and expecting his wardrobe will
bo kept in better order than when a
bachelor, will be woefully disappointed.
"I think I see myself sewing on buttons
or mending any man's clothes," says
"Emily Jane," conceitedly; "and as for
darning his stockings, it isn't likely I'll
do that, when I never could take the
trouble to darn my own. No, indeed, if
a man wants that sort of tiling, why
don't he marry a servant-maid ?" In
many instances it would be better for
him if he did, rather than a helpless
young woman who, when she is not go-
Ing around making calls, and promenad
ing tnc streets witli acquaintances
equally lrivoious, tnrows iicrseit on
This department of the New North
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change of ideas concerning any and all
matters that may be legitimately dis
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cally impossible to answer each corres
pondent by private letter, we adopt this
mode of communication to save our
friends the disappointment that would
otherwise accrue from our inability toan
swer their queries. We cordially invite
everybody that has a question to ask, a
suggestion to make, or a scolding to give
to contribute to the Correspondents'
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Mrs. M. E. F. wishes to know if it is
customary for the New Northwest to
pay beginners for their maiden literary
attempts. To which we answer that it
is not Until a person ha established a
reputation, his orher literary labor must
be unremuneratlve. It is worth some
thing to have a medium at hand through
which to establish, on a firm foundation,
a valid claim as a wiuter of genius. The
path to success is fraught with toil and
care, but the goal once reached honors
and remuneration come quickly. No
paper in Oregon (or on the Pacific coast,
we might add) pays for voluntary
contributions, and but very few in the
Mrs. E. A. C, Nehalcm : The money
you sent, together with tnc names oi
subscribers, is received. Shall send your
premium the first opportunity. Suppose
we shall be obliged to forwanl the pho
tograph, too, seeing you have "set your
head" on having it. Accept our hearty
thanks for your services and good wish
es. Send us more names.
sofa, tired to deatli. and interested in
nothing, unless she happens to (jiink
of some new vanity to be gotten up for
exhibition at the opera or theater in th
evening. It is a thankless ollice to
point out faults, and all the more when
women are the subjects of our criticisms;
for, however outrageous their proceed
ings, they ought not to be plainly spoken
to, nor honestly dealt with; and truth
is an otfense which can never be for
given. There is, However, great neces
sity for a refon i of some kind, or men
of moderate means will no longer dare
to marry. It is perfectly well known
that dress has become an all-absorbing
passion with our women. They go to
the opera; not understanding one word
of the performance, and confessing they
don't care a pin for the music, simply
to display a toilet which has cost them
a week of careful thought and prejiara
tion. They get up a different style, but
'equally elaborate, to parade the streets
and go to church on the Sabbath, in the
hope to outshine some of their neigh
bors who have presented themselves to
pray three times in the same costume;
in short, dressing themselves takes up
all their time and seems to be the sole
object of their existence. To such an
extent has this absurd insanity on the
subject of dress been carried among
American ladies, that grave moralists
have held someof our beautltul country
women resident in Paris responsible for
no small share of the luxury and ex
travagance which was the order of the
day during the latter portion of tho
second French Empire. It is useless to
tell us that men arc to be blamed for all
this rivalry in dress, which occupies the
minds of ladies to the exclusion of more
profitable things; and which, besides,
so otten involves expenses far beyond
the income of the father or husband, who
is called to foot the bills, thus causing
them endless annoyance. AVomen dress
for women, not for men, and are mar
tyrs, in many cases, to their clothes. A
man knows, to be sure, when a woman,
to his taste, looks charming; but
whether the lace she wears costs one
dollar a yard or one hundred, he is gen
erally in total ignorance, 2ol so with
women, who look with undisguised
scorn on a dress, no matter how becom
ing, if it Happens to be cheap, and an
imitation lace, no matter how pretty, is
an abomination in their eyes. When
we consider the vast amount of time
utterly wasted in the superfluous trim
ming of dresses now in fashion, and how
Inni' it takes to nut on nronerlv all
tlie Haulers, frills anil furbelows belong
ing to them, we cannot wonder that the
whole occupation of a young lady who
doslres to bn considered In tho nronor
mode should be now to best arrange ncr
finery so as to make the greatest dis
play. Nor is there likely to be any ic-
lorm until, as a writer on tins sui.ject
"Girls arc taught that it is better to
possess a pair of healthy lungs than a
taper waist; better to walk erect than
to have small feet in pinching, higli
hceled boots; better to lie free from
headache than to wear a chignon, and
better to have brains inside one's head
than dead men's hair outside of it.
That it is better to have a convex chest
of one's own than that obtained at a
modiste's: better to have square, plump
shonlders, made by some food and lively
exercise, than automaton nans iur-
Profcssor Agassiz says Maine was, the
first formed land of the New World, tnat
here the solid land first appeared and
here the "Lawrentlan hills stood above
the waters, and first showed to the world
a rising continent."
Icebergs are reported as very plenty in
the North Atlantic this season. Two of
them, each estimated to be half a mile in
length, recently passed St John's, New
foundland. They appear HKe great, Hat,
Forty million dollars was the amount
which tnc iisning interest oi iNew.fc.ng'
land stocked last year.
Who can lookback upon the vanished
vears without a sigh of regret for the
many beautiful remembered joys that
the years now vanished brought to us,
but can never return to us again ?
To one, it is the memory of a child's
caressing fingers, straying over the face
and hands; of clinging arms about the
neck, and the patteringof tiny slippered
feet over the stairs or down the hall. It
is the music of a sweet, innocent voice,
floating in rippling laughter, or precious
baby words from the past along the
vanished years into the tide of the pres
ent. To another, sweet. loved faces float
suddenly from the mist of the vanished
years. As if the daises grew not be
tween the closet! eyes and our own, they
meet us again with the same never for
gotten glance of tenderness, and we ask
of th-j vanished years if they have given
back to us our own, or whether the
spirits of the air take form, sometimes
only to vanish, leaving us only our
memories. Half forgotten songs float
dreamily back to us, aud the memory of
a woman's smile or a manly voice lias
thrilleu"many a heart with an intensity
of emotion that only a presence from the
vanished years could bring.
Youth, beauty, love and happiness all
belong to the beautiful vanished years;
and looking forward brings not the sat
isfaction that wc find in silent, sweet
communion with the past.
The joys, the nappiuess tnat lias been
ours, is ours still, for raithtiii memory is
ever going backward to the vanished
years, and bringing to us our treasures
that have been.
But in looking forwanl we see only
what may be, and past cxierience tells
us that Iiojkjs fail. Perhaps there is
nothing in the past of a person who has
reached the quiet middle years- of life
that so brings mingled sadness and
smiles as the recollections of youth's
How real It all seemed then; and yet
how is the vision changed.
The girl that seemed an angel then is
onlv an ordinary mortal now, faded and
world-weary like the boy who thought
himself a man, and claimed the manly
right of worshiping every angel in
And lrom the relics oi the departed
years is drawn the curl of shilling hair
that was such a talisman then.
It is just as bright, just as golden now.
and It colls itself about your fingers just
as prettily, reminded us in its almost
animated curling of the coquettish grace
of its wearer.
But, alas! the years in vanishing have
stolen from it its talismanic powers, and
to-day it is only a lock of woman's hair,
shorn before the silver threads began to
linger in sad, silent tokens of the cares
and weariness of the earth life.
And a thought of silver hairs brings
us back to the present, and glancing in
the mirror we find them plentifully
bestowed upon ourselves, and smile as
we wonder if the girl to whom that curl
belonged has kept that shining lock of
bright chestnut nair we gave Jier m
Only the vanished years can tell.
Do they tell us of a broken vow that
made two lives a failure?
Why, then, did not that golden hair
rest forever iu happy security against
the breast whereon it leaned when a
lover's hand severed the shinining curl?
Ah ! we gather only the beautiful
memories from the vanished years! Our
treacheries and deceit fulness we consign
to the past, and say, "let the dead past
bury its dead," and clasp more closely
tile sweet cherished memories that were
exquisite in the reality.
iiow sacredly we treasure them! How
we limrer witli them! But lingering
with the vanished years brings us to
silent grass-grown graves and mossy
tombstones, and thence to tears.
So wc fold away the treasured mem
ories, aud know that though thestraying
baby lingers may nevermore stray over
our faces, hands and hair, nor the tiny
feet make music over the stairs and
down the hall, or white-haired age grow
young again, nor broken vows be re
newed, nor anything belonging to the
vanished years return to us, we are hast
ening on to them. Earth life is only a
shadow of the substance that the second
life airords. .
Eternity is before us, and who shall
say that in the eternal years all shall
not be restored to us.
His eye was stern and wild, his cheek was pale
and cold as dav.
Upon ills tightened lip a smile of fearful moan-
He mused awhile, but not in doubt, no trace of
uouni was mere
It was the steady, soiemn pause of resolute de
Once more lie looked upon the scroll, once
more its words lie read.
Then calmly, with unHInchlngliandthe folds
oeiore nun mm;
I snw him bare his throat, and xeize the blue,
And grimly try the tempered edge he was so
soon io leei.
A sickness crept upon my heart, and dlazy
swam my head.
I could notseak, I could not err, I-ftU be
numbed uuu ueau:
Black, Icy horrors slruek me dumb, and fhwe
my senses o-cr;
cIo.Ntd my eyes in utter fear, and strove to
think no more.
Again I looked: aerosshisface a fearful change
He seemed to rave-on cheek and Hp a flaky
foam was east.
Ho raised on hish the glittering blade, then
first T fnmifl Tbmln. tnntrllp.
"Hold, madman, stay thefrantlcdeed I" I eried,
anil ion u i sprung;
He heard me, but he heeded not; on glance
around l cave.
And ere I could arrest his hand, he had begun
The Printer's Epitaph.
Here rests his form within a cae,
Dead matter its condition.
To be reset, and re-appear
A new revised edition.
Old CumiEs. Sneer not at old
clothes. They are made holy by long
sacrifices; bv careful foldings away that
they may last until tho dear ones are
provided for. If many an old coat could
speak, what tales it would tell of the
nouie nearioeaungunuerneiuii. iuuuki
rusty garment would repeat the strug
gles of a devoted father whose son is
earning laurels at the college nam oy.
How he counted his farthings and
choked down his pride, that his boy, his
noble bov, might yet do him honor.
That faded shawl, folded tightly over
thoc spare shoulders ! Year after year
lias the mother cleansed and mended,
and laid it carefully away (as she called
it) "eood as new," that her blue-ej'ed
daughter might have an education. And
the mother smiles over the dim uusKy
patterned ribbon and prim old merino
that were cleaned up to enable her to buy
Bessie a pretty bonnet, and a dress such
as she deserved ! Oh, that blessed self
denial of aspiring poverty ! Hallowed
be the old bonnets, old cloaks, old coats,
aye, and oldshoes, when such love points
to them as monuments. More than one
bright and shining light, let us tell you,
owes its brilliancy to old clothes; more
than one star in literature, philosophy
One of our exchanges says that in
Wyoming "the ballot-box was first
opened to females." We dislike the
word "females" in this connection; it is
a little too indiscriminate. We are at a
loss to know, sinee the Darwinian theory
has propounded itself, to what class of
animate beings he refers. He might
have reference to the mate of that noble
animal, the horse, or the mate of the
butlalo, the cow, which roams the plains
of Wyoming at her leisure, and would
not mind thrusting her nose into the
ballot-box if it came in her way. It is,
no doubt, a very fine recommendation
for Wyoming that women are entitled
to vote; but women are fastidious, and
do not care to be represented by the
whole female world, even of Wyoming;
it takes in toolargea class. Revolution.
A good story is told of the sparkling
Miss Kate Stanton, of Providence, R. I.,
the young lady who is announced to
lecture this coming season on the inter
esting subject, "Whom to Marry," to
this effect: Some two or three years ago,
while residing in New York, she was
importuned by one of her numerous
suitors, (a wealthy and somewhat
haughty New Yorker, who thou eh t it
honor enougli for a queen to receive his
offer) to marry him; and gettinjr slightly
out of patience with his pressing suit for
the twcntietli time, she said to him,
"John, I have declined to accept vour
of I'er a score of times, as gently and as
delicately as I could; but it is of no use.
You know I like you as a dear, good
friend; and your perseverance is worthy
of reward, I gratefully acknowledge.
Well, there arc at least 'forty good men
and true ou the same plane in my allec
iioijg wuii you. ro oeperiectiyjust, isup
pose I must accept the first proposer m
point of time, first; when he dies, the
next, and so on. You are about the
twenty-fifth, say, on the list. If vou
will be patient, and make me love you
too (for I will marry for lovo only), Til
The Christian Union puts the matter of
paying women less than men for doing
the same worn, in this compact way :
"The labor which a person offers for sale
is a commodity, like any kind of mer
chandise. Suppose a man and woman
offer each a piece of cloth, or a load of
cabbages, for sale, the goods of the one
being ot the same quantity and quality
as those of the other. Would any one
pretend there was any 'justice' in offer
ing the woman a lower price for her
cloth or cabbages than the man for his ?
The case is precisely narallpl. so fur m
justice is concerned, when the commod-
ty onercu is productive labor."
Mrs. Dunlway's paper, the New-
Northwest, has forced the press of Ore
gon into a general discussion on the
woman suilrage question. Mrs. Duni-
way is a complete mistress of the sub
ject and fully up to the requirements of .
me situation. &. jh: jftoncer.
take vou in vour turn. Pnnlil vnn tfrn-
nished by a dressmaker; better to have pose a more eauitable plan?" John was
bright lips, ruddy with healthy blood, forced to bow to .the justice of Miss
and bright eyes beaming with intelli- Stanton's proposition, and is said to be
gence and health; better that the white-
11CS3 OI IPC loreucau ami ouimu
of the cheeks, the taper of the lingers
and the pink of the rounded nail should
follow the process of unabused nature
than that they should be produced by
Potato Blight. It is rumored that
there is another potato blight In Ireland.
It Is said to be spreading to an alarming
extent and the prospect is that thousands
of families, whose chief reliance is upon
the jKitato crop, will be sufferers by its
failure. Fortunately for that unfortun
ate country! ler friends of kitli and kin
In America, can be counted by hundreds
of thousands, who have not only the
will but tho means, to aid her, if the
statement of the jKitato crop failure
should prove true to the extent appre-heiidcd.
waiting patiently, although she has not.
as yet, of course accepted the first suitor.
juiiii is jiul u lawyer; iiiiss cnanion ls
that is, she is preparing for the bar; and
it is supposed that John in assenting,
overlooked the fact that in her proposi
tion she set no time for commencing!
It is evident that as a lawyer Miss Stan
ton will not lack skill in "drawing a
A French girl, only twelve years old
neatly and tastefully dressed, has sur
prised the people of Vermont bv hpr sk 1 1 1
in the use of an ax. She cuts and piles
ujf i wm ui uuuuuuy
There are in the United States 153
monasteries, or religions linncna v...
leading tho monastic life of tb Tim,n
Catholic church, and 336 convents, or
uiuisiers ior women
Cheerful Saratogans, when the funeral
bell begins to toll, bet on the age of the
Economical women clerks in the de
partments at Washington have almost
utijuireu an inuepenueiiee in four years,
Rev. Robert Hall, the great Baptist
minister of England, when asked how
many sermons a preacher could conven
iently prepare in a week, replied: "If
he is a man of pre-eminent ability, one:
i uu .i xu.kii ui uitmuu auiuiy, two;
if he is an ass, six."
Mrs. S. Colt, of Albany, has edited
and is now revising the proof sheets of
tnc most usciui auu interesting guide
book that has been prepared for the in
formation of travelers in the State of
New York. It is said to be as entertain
ing as a novel.
Henry Ward Beecher says: "It will
scarcely be denied that men are supe-
a . . . l . i ,
riur io women, as men; auu mac women
are immeasurably superior to men, as
women; while both of them together
are more than a match for either of them
"Going, going, just a-going." eried
out an auctioneer. "Where are you go
ing?" asked a passer by "Well," re
plied the knight of the hammer, "I'm
going up to the Zoological Gardens, to
tell the managers one of their lmlwmnu
One of Dlsrael's admi
ing about him to John Bright, said:
"ou ought to give him credit for what
ne iias accomplished, as he is a self
made man." "I know he is," retorted
Bright, "and he adores his maker."
A Chinese photographer in San Fran
cisco, being unbraidml bv .i lmlv ms-
tomer because the picture didn't suit
her, replied thus : "No have handsome;
how can ?"
It is said that New Jersey watering
places are rapidly filling up with mos
quitoes, aud never before were they so
thoroughly organized and confident of
In Turo, Massachusetts, there are one
hundred and live widows whose hus
bands were lost at sen. A good place
for old bachelors to spend the summer.