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For like New Northwest.
Thoncli Absent. Thy Spirit in with Me,
RTSTKrmm maybkll.
TIkhmtIi absent, thy spirit Is with me;
I see thee, an angel, in dreams;
In the silent midnight you're with me,
Till tlteun in bright story beam;
Ah over the woodland lie rise
Behold, what a brill ton ey then
Reflects in the jewels lie prizes!
As each dew-drop sparkles a gem,
So thy love to ray uoai reflected
A pleasure 'twere clieerless without
My heart had been gloomy, dejeeled,
And pining In sadness and doubt.
When some tender rose ofthe bower
Is torn from her sisters away,
Rndely tnatched from each kindred flituf r,
Her beaatles and fragrance deeay.
So the heart declines from the hour
When torn from its loved heart awny,
And thus, like the lone drooping flower,
It yields to untimely decay
Farewell on this earth, then, forever,
sweet augel, that smiles through my woe!
A little, and misery will sever
Thy mate from the prison below.
Original.
Epitaph on nit Old Smoker.
They have a sensation Intheshupeof a"splr-
it poet" at Salem. Hearhlm:
Here lies a body that lately died,
Witliered and wrinkled, old and dried.
The Scriptures say "all flesh Is grass,"
Rut only a weed was this old ass.
Poorly he lived, by sucking cnalk,
Till lie died like au old tobacco stalk.
When we opened his head to find his houl, .
There was only smoke and a mere-sham Ubwl.
ELLEN DO WD, THE PAEMEE'S WIFE,
Entered, according to the Act of Conrrcss.In
the year 187, by Mrs. A. J. Dunlway, In the Of
fice of the Librarian of Congress at Washington
ny.j
CHAPTER VIII.
Preparations for a speedy removal
went, forward. The spinning wheel and
cards, which had been borrowed from a
neighbor on the prairie's edge about a
mile distant, would bo no longer needed,
and, as there was nothing to spare of
any particular value in the cabin, it was
decided that nothing should be sold, but
that their little all should become the
property of Ziek Hamilton, who accept
ed it all the more readily because one of ,
the four young girls, who was known to
be in a decline, and who was at this
time visiting with another poverty
stricken sister in Cherry Grove, distant
sot. two days' journey from her home,
was to return by autumn and take up
her abode with him and Sarah.
Ziek Hamilton hitched his yoke of
oxen to an ungainly sled a wagon on
wheels was a luxury to which he did
not at all aspire and repairing to the
orphans' home, proceeded to load Ills
novel midsummer vehicle with a pot, a
kettle, a saucepan, four clumsy, home
made chairs'; refer Dowd's rifle, a few
earthen dishes, two pewter bowls, six
pewter spoons, a shovel, a broken mir
ror and two three-legged stools. The
bedsteads were not worth removing, but
the bedding was a welcome acquisition
to Sarah's meagre store. The remains
of one sack of meal, a half pint of salt, a
jar of maple sugar, a piece of bacon and
a few potatoes were the contents of the
family larder, and constituted more
tlian the usual supply of food in store at
once. Ziek Hamilton threw the broom
behind the door for "luck," and the girls
went to work with heavy hearts to sweep
the empty cabin.
It was a hazy, glorious, delightful
day. A hickory tree that stood hard by
the chimney above Bouncer's kennel
waved its branches in the lazy breeze
and cast its protecting shade over the
lowly roof. It was but a sapling in El
len's babyhood, but it had thrived and
flourished until now it stood a fine,
large, shapely shade tree, from whose
branches depended a substantial grape
vine swing. Ellen, who was as lithe
and nimble as a cat, climbed by the aid
of the grape vine into the branches of
the tree, and seating herself against its
body, burst into an uncontrollable flood
of tear?. A robin twittered in the top
most branches, and some jay birds chat
tered close at hand. Old Bouncer whined
puiiuuy nt me loot, oi me tree, ana a
pair of caterpillars, swinging by dimly
visible threads, like cobwebs, almost
brushed her chock. Bird and brute and
insect alike loved and trusted her.
Clasping her arms around the tree trunk
and pressing her tear-stained face upon
its scaly sides, she gazed up into the
deep green foliage and said aloud :
"O, tree! O, birds! O, insects! must I
leave you? and forever? WH1 you miss
your boon companion, who so long has
loved and trusted you?"
The light breeze caused the silken
leaves to rustle, but they gave no sound
save a sort of gentle, murmuring sigh.
"O, what care I for fame, or wealth, or
grandeur?" groaned the child. "I'd
rather have my native birds and trees
and flowers and you, dear, murmuring
.Mackinaw, witti mother's grave and
dear old Bouncer, than all the jewels
ever brought to light by famed Alladin's
lamp."
"Ellen! Ellen!" cried Kate, in an ex
cited tone, "the carriage is coming! "Ve
mustn't keep the 'old folks' waiting!"
"If there is anything on earth I do
hate with my whole soul and body it's
mem sen-same -out ioiks!' " was the
quick retort, as she defended from her
perch and ran to the pebble-strewn
banks of the -Mackinaw to wash her
face and eyes.
Her sisters re not particularly sor
row-stricken , er the proposed removal,
Unlike . they had formed no deep
allectton for the objects of nature, with
which she had long held close commun
ion. The prospect of plenty in lieu of
poverty, education in place or ignorance,
and ease instead of toil, so filled their
brains with undue excitement that they
had little time for grief.
Ellen bathed her head and face in the
clear, blue, lazy water, and then, bid
ding the Mackinaw farewell, ran to the
resting place of her dead parents, and
throwing herself upon the ground, re
fused to be comforted.
"It's just like the D'Arcys," said the
old gentleman, with a melancholy
smile. "There isn't enough of the Dowd
blood in Ellen to color a poppy seed.
Don't see how I will endure the other
girls, but this one's all right"
The few garments and important
kecp-sakes of the children were deposit
ed in a little trunk, finished with a fawn
skin covering and brass nail heads,
which the D'Arcys had purchased at
the village, and which was snugly
stowed away in the capacious carriage
boot.
Neighbors by the dozen had collected
to sec them off. The children were great
favorites in the community, and their
friends had, one and all, committed
deeds of kindness, which they duly ap
preciated.
Good-byes were exchanged, and all
wore ready for the journey save Ellen
and the dog, who clung to the grave of the
child's mother and refused to leave it
Grandmother D'Arcy begged the granil
father, sisters and friends to let her
manage the case alone. Slowly and
feebly she proceeded to the grave, and,
kneeling down beside the child, clasped
her prostrate form in her trembling
arms. For some moments the two
neither spoko nor moved. At length,
slowly arising from her prone position,
the old lady lifted her voice in prayer:
"O, thou Father of the fatherless, I
beseech Thee to open the fountains of
loving kindness in the heart of this dear
child and incline her affections unto
thy long bereft servant, that the pangs
of a rudo parting of the days long gone
may be forever healed. As I loved and
cherished this poor child's unfortunate
mother, I do promitc Thee, Almighty
Father, that I will love and cherish her.
Only let hcr-lovc me, and I will not ask
for other boon."
Ellen, who had taken no notice of her
grandmother's mute caresses, now arose
from the ground to her knees, and,
clasping her brown, bare arms around
her neck, dropped her face upon her
bosom and sobbed aloud.
"Will you love me, grandmother,
dear? And will you be as my own mother
now and always?"
"I promise before Almighty God and
these silent witnesses that I will love
and cherish you as long as you will let
me. Now, will you go with me ?"
"Yes, grandmother, I will go."
Embracing the grass-grown mounds
for the last time the child arose and
meekly accompanied the old lady, fol
lowed by the dog, who seemed to seek to
hide his own emotions to spare the feel
ings of the others.
At length the last good-bye was spok
en, and the carnage and its occupants,
with Bouncer in the front, departed for
the home of old Ziek Hamilton, where
Sarah, poor child, lay suddenly ill of
nervous prostration, and where Aunt
Betsey Graham and Dr. Golf kept watch
and ward.
"Yonder they come," said Ziek, gaz
ing at the cloud of dust that arose in the
highway half a mile distant "And if
that old meddlesome cuss dares to med
dle iu my nflairs as he did yesterday,
I'll boot him that's flat!"
"Please be kind to them, Ziek," said
a feeble voice from the bed. "You know
they're my mother's parents, and it
would have broken her heart to know
that one of her children would mistreat
them."
Ziek laughed, a lazy, wicked, brutal
laugh.
"Guess I'll learn 'em some manners,
the stuck up nobodies!"
Sarah burst into tears.
"I say, Ziek Hamilton, if you dare to
say one unkind word to that dear old
couple, I'll sec that your wife and chil
uren are taken away from you and
placed under their protection !" said Dr.
Gotr.
"You're a nice man, Doctor Golf! a
iconderful nice man! To talk about
meddling in another man's business!
Sec here!" shaking his huge, bony fist
under the Doctor's nose, "I'm head in
this establishment, and if you don't like
the way I manage my family. affairs,
you're not asked to take any stock in
the concern ! I employed you to doctor
that woman and get her on her feet
again, and here you turn and dictate to
me about other matters! iou'd better
tin' up!"
Sarah lay nervously clutching the bed
clothes, occasionally giving vent to
hysteric sob.
" 'Pears to me men might know bet
ter than to worry' this poor sick child in
this way," said Aunt Betsey, Indi,
nantly.
Dr. GolT arose in a nervous, excited
manner and began pacing uf and down
the puncheon floor. Ziek, with his bent
back resting against the jamb-stone, his
chin dropped upon his breast, and his
hands in the depths of his deerskin
trowscrs' pockets, gazed at him and
gnnncu defiantly.
I tell you kludlv." raiil thr- Doctor.
at last, trying to control his voice, "that
woman never will be well while you
treat her worse than any brute is treated
by her mate!"
"That's purfy talk to give me, old
Goff. I almost raised that woman her
and the whole b'.ilin' of 'cm. And I've
always fed her well and clothed her de
cent "What more does any woman
need?."
"Jlcst, Ziek Hamilton! Such rest as
Is by common consent accorded to any
animal except woman when engaged iu
the high duties of motherhood and the
depletion consequent upon lactation. If
that poor child were shielded by the law
from your abuse, she'd recover her
health without medical treatment But
as it is, and as you won't hearken to the
voice of reason, I see no chance for her
to recover unless she leaves you !"
" "Leave me, indeed! Wh-e-te!" giving
a sort of prolonged puff with his breath,
which started the straggling locks from
their resting place on his forehead and
scattered them in all directions over his
pate. "I'd like to know where in thun
der she'd fetch up, if she'd uudcrtake
that game, with all these youuguns?"
" 'Pears to me the world Is turnln' up
side down," said Aunt Betsey, stroking
the sick girl-mother's hair. "Nobody
ever talked like that when my family
was growin' up."
"If you did live through all your bur
dens your children didn't," was Dr
Golfs reply.-
The carriage with the D'Arcys and
the children now nearetl the cabin
door.
" Won't you go out and meet 'cm,
Ziek?" asked Sarah, timidly.
"Not if I know myself, and I think I
do !" was the coarse answer.
The meeting was sad and the parting
grevious.
"Is it possible that I shall never sec
my mothers Home?" saul barah,
through her tears. "O, grandmother,
I've dreamed of her home and longed for
it all my life. I tliiuk I'm crazy, some
times." "You're only silly that's all. It
takes a smart woman to go crazy," re
torted her legal head, with a sneer.
One hysteric spasm followed another
for an hour or more, during which Aunt
Betsey and the Doctor applied such re
storatives as they were able to com
mand, with very little effect. Nature
grew utterly exhausted at last, and,
ielding to a powerful lotion, the poor
girl sank into a heavy slumber. Her
sisters kissed her unconscious lips and
thin, wan hands, and hurried away,
while the old lady wept iu uncontrolla
ble anguish.
"There's D'Arcy blood In this dear
lamb," said her grandfather, through
his tears, as he kissed and stroked the
the patient's pale, unconscious face
'I'd give the world if I could take her
with me!"
Again Ziek Hamilton's shaggy face
beamed with a triumphant grin. "You
couldn't have her If the world was yourn
to give," he said, maliciously.
The parting over, Aunt Betsey and
the Doctor followed them to the car
riage, where they vowed to the old
couple and the sorrowing girls that they
would shield the sufierer as far as the
laws of the State would permit
"Bouncer! "Where's Bouncer?" said
Ellen, as her grandfather gathered up
the reins to start.
A low, deep howl startled them, and
.Vunt Betsey, entering the cabin, found
the faithful dog with his fore paws upon
the inanimate breast of Sarah, whose
face and hands he was licking tenderly,
stopping only to give vent to his feel
ings iu the howl they had heard.
Sarah gradually became aroused to
consciousness. Her eyelids twitched
nervously and then flew open, and, gaz
ing fondly upon the noble animal, she
said faintly:
"Good-bye, Bouncer; you must leave
me. iUien couldn't live without you,
It makes no difference as to what be-
comes of me. Go, Bouncer, go," and
the poor dog, thus hidden, left her side,
and, climbing into the carriage, buried
his head iu Ellen's lap and closed his
eyes in silence.
I say, mister," said Ziek, malicious
ly, "when you start agin to visit your
relations I hope .you'll have manners
enough to mind your own business."
riie journey to the New England
home of tho trrandnareuU occunied
many weeks. Turnpikes were unknown,
steamboats were a myth, railroads had
not been conceived, ferries were scarce,
inns were rare, and accommodations in
private families along the highway were
primitive in me extreme.
(To be continued.)
The prospects of medical education for
women are ungnicning. The medical
lauiij ji .nuun, i,u30iuf 11.13 BUlieu,
have not only decided that the privilege
of acquiring a thorough medical knowl
edge would oe of utility to women, but
nave "rcsolvcu to aumit tnem to the etf
ucational courses and lectures of the
University, and (o tho privilege of fol
lowing all the labors of the Medico Cliir
urgical Academy."
Mrs. Holies has knocked one "objec
tion" entirely out of sight by the state
ment that an invention has been pre
lected in Boston by which the cradle
can be satisfactorily, securely and con
tiouously rocked while the women go to
vote.
Tho Queen Augusta is said to be the
most intelligent sovereign in Europe,
more of a diplomat than her husband
and not an unequal match for the Pre
mier, whom she has frequently con,
quered in political intrigue.
ONE TYPE OF MANHOOD.
BY CONSTAKCE.
There is a class of men who do not
hesitate to declare that they could not
enjoy the society of women possessed of
intellectual capacity equal to their own.
Perhaps it is worth while to remark
that such persons, being tho only judges
In the case, would, In all probability,
never find women equal to themselves.
It seems to annoy this type of man
hood exceedingly to perceive any de
gree of mental ability in woman; he
seems to think that in prdportion as she
is intellectually endowed that he is
robbed of his birthright just as though
All Wise Providence did not know upon
whom to bestow his jewels.
O, man, if thou hast been parsimon
iously dealt with, having received but
one talent, whereas thy sister has re
ceived ten, we pray thee do not hide it
in the ground, lest when thy Master
calls thee to account therefor, It, too,
shall be taken from thee and given unto
her.
It is a well known fact that intellec
tual endowments, combined with moral
culture, render the possessor more noble
and magnanimous in his nature than
those who are not thus favored. It is
ever the really gifted and cultivated
whom trifles do not annoy, and who
ever meet misfortune with a brave heart
uncomplainingly.
But how Is it with man iu regard to
the associations of his own sex? Docs
he choose those as companions whom
he considers inferior to himself? Wero
he to answer that question in the af
firmative, he would virtually acknowl
edge that the tendency of his soul is for
ever downward (which we hope is not
true in many instances). Nay, rather
docs ho strive to ascend the ladder of
greatness by holding to tho hands of
those who are above him. If this is the
case witli regard to the inclinations of
men toward each other, why should not
the society of intellectual women be
more desirable also. Can it bo that
they think as did Dean Swift, that in
proportion as woman is educated her re
spect for man will diminish? Or that,
considering herself his equal, sho will
cease to worship at the shrine of his
greatness, thus depriving him of that
pride which he has heretofore enjoyed
ou account of his supposed superiority?
o would have more sympathy with
this class of men were It not that, while
they deplore the encroachment of wom
an upon their heritage or that which
they claim to be theirs they never fail
to unmercifully criticise her ignorauce
and folly, and often accuse her of such,
when in reality her conduct is worthy
the highest commendation. "Alas,"
they say, speaking of au associate whom
they consider unhappy iu his domestic
relations, "what a man he might have
been what a wealthy and influential
citizen had it not been for his ignorant,
extravagant, ungovernable wife." They
grow eloquently pathetic over the mis
eries of hen-pecked husbands, just as
though such a class of men really exist,
which wo do not believe any more than
we believe that thqits really existed in
ancient times that class of women called
Amazons, who perpetrated all the acts
of cruelty upon their husbands and chil
dren of which they are accused. Now
these men tell us, with the most ago
nizing terror depicted iu their counte
nances, that the women who advocate
woman's rights arc nothing but verita
ble Amazons, who, when their rights
arc obtained, will render the men of the
nation as physically deformed and men
tally degenerate, as they are now mor
ally so.
While we would not have men with
draw their sympathies from those of
their own sex who have been unfortu-
nate,wc would have them consider that,
while man has all the avenues to for
tune and fame open to him, woman is
not thus favored ; and if his vices and
follies arc excused on account of his
misfortunes, how much more ought hers
to be on account of her condition in
life. Does he ever think, while ponder
ing over the deiiciences of womankind,
of what she might have been had her
soul been led from the depths of folly
and mental poverty by tho inspiration
of some grand theme for thought and
action iu life? Man cannot know by
experience and we fear that he seldom
tries to imagine the misery that a soul
must endure having the consciousness
of power, and at the same time bcin
debarred by the usages of society from
exercising It In the way that the dlvin
ity within dictates.
There is nothing more destroying to
the human organization, both mentally
nnd physically, than a continual devo
tion of the energies to labor which Is
uncongenial or distasteful to the per
former; and the women of the world,
whoso occupation In life Is optional with
themselves, "arc rcmarkablv few : and
we will venture to say that where pbys
cal hunger numbers its victims by the
inousanus, mat starvation of soul num
here thorn by tens of thousands.
We fain would believe as divines
sometimes tell us, that each sacrifice
here prepares us to enjoy a nobler cxttt
ence Hereafter; but wo cannot think
that God delights in human sacrifice,
and reason tells us that each worthy en
deavor hero is but a stepping stone to
something higher.
This type of manhood admires very
much the character of Dora Spenlon (iu
Dickens' David Copperfleld), considers
her a model wife and deplores the de
parture of such from society. Well, we
must acknowledge that they are most
exquisite toys, while youth and beauty
last, for the amusement of men when
weary of business occupations, and the
society of his peers. But alas ! there is
nothing so fair hut that iu time it must
fade, and what can be more disgusting
to a person of natural refinement or cul
tivation than a matron of sixty Imitat
ing, by artificial means, tho beauty and
address of youth, of which Mrs. Skew-
ton affords a fair example, and as the
Miss Doras can have no claims to beauty
of mind, they must of necessity become
objects of ridicule in old age.
We would sympathize with our dear
brothers in their prospective bereave
ment, did we not have tho assurance
that a more noble type of womanhood
will arise to comfort him, whose attrac
tions will not diminish with years, but
when the hand of Time shall have writ
ten wisdom upon her brow and placed
tho silver crown upon her head, they
would blush to point the linger of ridi
cule at the '.'Old Woman," for such Is
the epithet universally applied to those
of the wiser sex who have, through ig
norance or lack of forethought, commit
ted a blunder. Though we should be
lieve woman guilty of all the ridiculous
acts and sayings which men attribute
to her, we very much fear that man Is
not far behind her iu the same, if the
truth wero known.
Doubtless that class of illustrious
"Forefathers." enjoyed the same con
sciousness of superiority to the women
of their time when
"To mill each went forth, with ills com on his
. nag.
And a stone In one end to balance the bug!"
Surely none of Mrs. Partington's sav
ings ever equaled this one act in hull
crousncss. No doubt some good old
lady, well .skilled in the economy of
household labor, was tho first one to
suggest, iu due deference, of course, while
she magnanimously suppressed her risi
bility, the propriety of making a divis
ion of the corn, for which humane act
wo fear she failed to receive credit.
Sai.kji, Feb. 15, 1S72.
A PEONTIER H0EB0E.
A few years ago a man was living
with his young wife in Maukato, Min
nesota. He was intelligent and success
ful in business, until the passion for
drink enslaved him, nnd his business
and reputation were both wrecked by
Its satanlc influence. He was forced to
seek a new home for his little family,
and his wife, bred to luxury, accom
panied him to the frontier in the hope
that the removal from temptation would
free him from the crip of the habit
which cursed him. Here they lived for
jsevcral years, his abstinence from drink
being broken only by an infrequent and
occasional debauch when he visited
some of the nearest towns. Early in
December he told his wife that business
compelled httn to go to ,and that he
would be absent several days, folic,
about to be conllucd, with several help
less children and a scanty supply of
wood, fearing that the insatiate clamor
of appetite Avas the motive which drew
mm away, entreaieii nun to stay, but in
vain. He left. Soon after, one of those
severe storms of December doubly
severe on the unsheltered prairie came
on. Before its close she was entirely
destitute of wood, and the terrible alter
native was presented to ner or passively
freezing to death with her little ones, or
seeking assistance from the nearest
nelKliuor, tnreo miles ulstaut. blic
courageously chose the latter, and leav
ing lier three shivering little ones with
nothimr but a mother's yeamintr love
and a prayerful blessing, she started out
to scck rcuci. .me next nay sue was
found half buried in the snow, dead, a
new-born infant nt her side. The three
children were found dead iu the house.
This, while the once fond husband and
nrotectiuc latner was away rcvciiintr in
the delirium or doziii'r in the stunor of
drink ! No words can add to the horror
of this tale, but beside the unspeakable
agony of that dying wife and mother,
how trivial our common losses, cncis
and sorrows seem. La Crosse, ()?.)
Jlepublicaii, January Glh. j
Yet there are women wives who
are so selfish and unfeeling that, because
they have fond nnd sober husbands
themselves, decline to seize the ballot,
and, joining their less fortunate sisters,
and with tins good and true portion of
men who would gladly assist them, vote
out of existence those terrible mm holes
where so many husbands, fathers,
brothers and sons arc ruined, dragging
with them into misery, destitution and
death so many suffering wives, mothers,
slaters and daughters of our land. God
will smite their guilty consciences in
the great day of His reckoning when he
shall ask them, "Where arc the sick, the
destitute and in prison that you minis
tered unto on earth?" made so by this
soul and life destroying traffic in strong
drink, permitted because women will
not vote against licensing the pesti
lence. Better that community should
support the rum-seller in a house of cor
rection than that he sliouiu lurtnerpiy
his trade of destruction and death.
Mrs. M. E. L.
Salem, Oregon.
Miss Mansfield complains to the police
that her house has been watcnen uaj
ml nirlir. slnne the murder of Fisk, by
strangers. She cannot go out for fear of
personal violence. The oinccrs promtseu
to give the case attention.
What a record of human folly, super
stition and irracrance a paper would be.
that should contain all the contributions
sent to its editor!
Parcpa Itosa is making a flrst-class
nriiua donna out of au Irish cirl she
picked up iu a St. Louis hair-cloth fac
tory.
OUTDOOR VS.JttrDOOE WORK.
BY JtRS. CARRIE F. TOUNO.
To the healthfulness of outdoor work,
whether in the garden or field, we can
bear testimony.
Once iu our farm life a field hand
grumbled at the hard work and intense
heat. He said we "had a cool, easy
place in the kitchen." Myself and the
little children were doing the cooking
and washlnc; dishes for sixteen in the
family.
"Very well, Frank, suppose we change
work a week."
"All right. Glad of the chance."
"But remember, sir, ten loaves of
bread to mold and bake every morning",
besides ever so much other cooking;
wood to bring; water to pump; tables to
set; knives and forks and spoons to
scour; dishes to wash; floors to sweep
and scrub; windows to polish; callers to
walton; chickens to feed; eggs to gather;
ashes to take up; lamps to fill; cows to
milk; churning to do; butter to work;
pans to scald; vegetables to clean; dish
towels and cloths to scald after every
meal; coffee to grind; washing and iron
ing to do; and, with head and back
aching, if you have half an hour to sit
down, there is the basket of socks to
mend, and a pile of shirts waiting for
buttons ! I tell you, sir housekeeper, it
will not do to neglect socks and buttons
when women (poor fellows !) work so
hard in tho harvest Held! The man
housekeeper who neglects buttons and
socks must not expect to have the love
or respect of his wife or hired hands very
long !"
He laughed at it, and congratulated
himself ou the cool, pleasant kitchen,
I-rom the dinner table we gathered
dishes ? No, not much ! We gayly re
paired to a hay mow on the north side
of the house, and the first time in
mouths had tiro hours' rest fthe rule of
the farm). We dreamily watched the
shadows on the mountains, bathed
the misty haze of high summer time
we saw the swoop of the hawk from
high, far-sweeping circles, as he discov
cred au unguarded chicken; we watched
the slow-sailing fish -hawk, droppiu:
like a shot, nnd swiftly rising; bearing
in his talons tho struggling fish. O, how
blessed to lie still and listen to the songs
of the birds in the grapery, and the
black-birds' chatter in the corn-field !
"The teams are coming! Come, my
daughter!"
And in loose, neat American costume
high-lopped, easy boots, gaunlet (an
telope skin) gloves (every field hand
wore them), and broad-brimmed straw
hats rake and barley fork iu hand,
we rode out to the field.
Poor Frank! How we pitied him,
scouring knives and washing dishes;
cake to bake; potatoes to prepare for
yeast, and supper to get for ten white
men and six Indians !
One of us raked after the load, and the
other tossed the bearded grain. True,
we did not lift as much as the men, but
we were twice as spry that made it
even. We raked as clean and as fast as
any hands in the field. Building the
stack had to be learned, but there was
just as much pleasure in doing it as
there was in scrubbing a floor and not
half the liability to take cold !
"While the first half of the afternoon
and the last half of the forenoon were
hot, causing the perspiration to roll of!
our faces and arms, we were breathing
free air free from the smell of soap-suds
and kitchen odors. Our faces were
brown, but not scorched as they had
been every day for weeks over the hot
cooking-stove. Our hands were hard,
but not blistered and red and swollen, as
they often were with doing the weeks'
ironing.
From the barley field all hands went
to the bottom land, to work with sharp
hoes in the cabbage field. Only three
acres and a half to be put in order. Day
after day we kept our rows even with
the men. The same was true in the
onion field and among the strawberries,
Again and again we measured strength
in the work of irrigation, with long
handled, round shovels. It was not so
exhaustive or taxing to mind, body or
nerves to work all day and half the
night by the irrigating ditches as it
was to do the washing for a family of ten
The men who got three dollars iu the
harvest field never worked so hard as
did the woman cooking the dinner in
the kitchen. We do not mean to say
that therefore men must work In the
kitchen and women in the field; but we
do mean to eucourage any woman who
has a piece of land, and a natural love of
farm life, to hold ou to it and learn to
cultivate it. If by the labor of her hands
she can produce a bushel of wheat, it
will bring in the markets of the world
the same price given for tho wheat
grown by man. We do mean to encour
age men who think house-work "so
easy," to chauge work a week or a month
with their wives, and try it !
Tho third day, poor Frank proposed
to swan back! He believed he had
enough of kitchen work. Do not flatter
yourself that we allowed him to
do to! No! no! wo were too well
pleased with our- bargain! But we did
volunteer to provide an extra hand au
Indian-r-to wash and scour, gather and
clean vegetables, scrub floors, etc. After
that Frank managed to keep the tables
white, and did the work in pretty good
style. But he never found time to mend
socks or sew on buttons !
After the first week we allowed our
selves one hour of delicious do-nothing
for morning, and devoted the second
Hour to our stocking basket.
Woman's Work.
Damlns little stockings - -
tor restless little feet:
W ashing little fnces
To keep them clean and sweet;
Hearing Ulble lessons;
Teaching catechism;
Praying for salvation
From heresy and schism
Woman's work.
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Sewing on the buttons;
Overseeing rations;
Soothing with a kind word
Others' lamentations;
-(uldlng clumsy Bridgets,
And coaxing sullen cooks;
Entertaining company.
And reading recent looks
Woman's work.
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llurying out of sight
Her own unhealing smarts;
letting In the sunshine
On other clouded hearts;
Binding up the wounded.
And healing of the sick;
Bra veil- marching onward
Through dangers dark and thick
woman' work. r.
Leading little children, i
And blessing manhood's yeare; ,M ,jt
Showing to the sinful .
How God's forgiveness cheers i snt
Scattering sweetest roses
Along another's path: ..'RAJff
Smiling by the wayside,
Content with what she hath
Woman's work. ,
Lpttlng fall her own tears
Where only God can see;
Wiping on" another's
lth tender sympathy;
Learning by experience;
Teaching by example;
Yearning tor the gateway
Golden, pearly, ample
Woman's work
TK.
LaMlycometh silence,
A day of deep reposu
Her locks arc smoothly braided,
Upon her breast a rose;
Lashes resting gently
Upon a marble cheek;
A look of blessed peace
Upon the forehead meek!
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Pale hands softlyfolded.
The kindly pulses still; "
Tho lips now know no smiling,
The noble heart no thrill;
Her couch now needs nosinoothlag$ -
She cravetu for no care;
Love's tenderest entreaty ""l-T
Wakes no responses there. -j
-A fresh grave In the valley ti , .. -)
Tears, bitter sobs, regret;
One more solemn lesson -Ti-l
That life may not forget.
The face forever hidden.
The rac-o forever run
"Dust to dust a voice saith.
And woman's work is done.
00EEESP0NDEN0E.
This department of the Nkw North
west is to be a general vehicle for ex
change of ideas concerning any and all
matters that may be legitimately dis
cussed iu our columns. Findingitpracti-
eally impossible to answer each corres
londcnt by private letter, we adopt this
mode of communication to save our
friends the disappointment that would
othenviseaccruefromourinability 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'
Column.
"Constance," Salem: Your excellent
article is accepted. It is published In
this issue. As to the "non de plume,"
we think the lady who used it had no
intention of stealing it. Wo are certain
it was used without the knowledge that
any one else was writing under it. Care
will be taken to prevent a like recur
rence. M. C. T., Spriugfield : Sorry you have
not got all the numbers of the New
Northwest. Should they not come to
hand please inform us, and we will for
ward them to you. Did not notice the
article you speak of. Would reproduce
it with pleasure if we had it. Women
do intend to vote (at least they will go
to the polls and offer their votes) at tho
election this year. Should our votes bo
refused recourse will be had to the law.
This is the action many women in the
East are taking. Got the letter you
speak of.
Mrs. Mc, Oregon City : Y'our article
will appear next week.
'A correspondent" prescribes coal oil
as an effective remedy for chilblains.
Tunneling Under the Sea. A
scheme has been proposed for uniting
Ireland and Scotland, so as to do away
with the necessity of making a sea pas
sago altogether. The entrance to tho
railway tunnel by which it Is to be ac
complished, on the Irish side, is to be
num it intuit uuuia uimway uetweeu
Cushcndeen and Cushendall, on the
coast of Antrim, and on the Scotch side
at Glenstrone, from whence it would
run through the head of the Mull of Can
tyre. The total length of the tunnel
under water would be fourteen miles
three furlongs, and it is said that tho
f round through which it would have to
e made is exactly suited for tunneling
operations, and the sandstone for lin
ing it can bo had in any quantity on
the Irish side. It is proposed to con
struct the tunnel for a .single line only,
the extretno depth being twenty-one
feet, and tho clear width at the level of
the rails fifteen feet It is proposed,
however, to lay down three lines of
rails, to accommodate wide andnarrrow
gauge carriages. The proposed gradient
at the entrance of the tunnel on the
Irish side would be one in sixty for
about five miles; it would then fall to
one in eighty-two for about half that
distance, and to one in 973 for about five
miles in the center of the tunnel under
the water, rising from that to one in 273,
then to one In 113, then to one 70 for
about the same distance as on the Irish
side, which continues to the entrance of
the tunnel on the Scotch 9ide. Tho es
timated time that would he occupied in
completing the tunnel is, allowing for
all contingencies, under six years, and
tho cost under four and a quarter mil
lions. To pay a dividend of five per
uuui, iuu wecKiy earnings must be in
ner mile, and an estimate is appended
to show that tho gross earnings would
bo largely in excess of this amount, and
that the mineral resources of the land
in the immediate vicinity of the Irish
end of the tunnel would bo Immediately
developed. Nobody will bo disposed to
deny that a railway communication be
tween the two countries would be a very
desirable thing if it could be accom
plished. Cassell's Magazine.
Men are content to be laughed at for
I their wit, but uot for their folly.