MRS. DCMffAr. Editor And Froprlttorl Hft HI l-ir l Itfl '4 l!,17 iT II il .'V I til HI 3V 1 :5&' 1WI t HI I Ml HI Mi Ul TRRMS, IN ADVANCE: I ."J Thre months 1 00 1 Tv.r.r SpraOTT, TtCrX. nll&s, Fkkk 1pi.e. i - 1 i . i ADVErmSKJlBNTOInscrteJonUcasonable VOLTOIE II. POTtTJDiVISTD, OBEGON, ITKEDY, 31, 187S. PTpCBER i. Terms. , , , ji,,,,,,, i " urn n . OFFIOE-Cor. Third mid Washington St Onryer.. For the New Northwest. Ninety Knlooii lu I'orllanil. "It I nM there lire ninety saloons In Port land." iny mper. Ninety saloons In tliii little city I If such be a feet, O Heaven! havo pity On fathers and turns nnd husbands who drink In Ton splendid saloon and yonder low sink! They there qaalTthe wine cup or flowing punch bowl, To the ruin or manliood nnd detructIon of fiOUl. Bear tbAUpnor mthr with her son she now ptoad, Then with her hiwband she next Intercedes: "My dr boy, my only, why WuM your young 111 WHh tiMit fermented rap that's full of mad MrM? It will rob yu of earthly and heavenly Joy New taste k asjnlH, I beg you, my boy J With yB,niy dear hntbnnd, h'of6fr have-1 plead ' As only a beggar might plead ror Ills bread! But little ywi heed the prayers of your wire. Who to mv you would yield up her life: O hatband, why will you your own coul de stroy. And bMn tbe ntln of our one precious boy? You know that he likes It you too go astray Ti dreadful, sch places as 'oxer the way But w wives and mother!) must plead all In vain You but laugh it to scorn and call us Insane." O "I am all alone now, for u either would stay O Godl.ean It be they've cone 'over the way?' " "A riot at midnight! Tis a low drunken brawl, And I thlulcllienrdsomooneapolieeman call; Now a alow-reeling stop Is being led to the JaH." O mother! your lteart will break with a wall! Tisyoarown darling boy who goes there to night- Thank God! In III mercy lie's spared you the sight! Heaven pUy that boy, who is still In his tcen. Yet growing familiar with such fearful scenes! If his poor mother knew where her boy has been left, Surely slieM be of her reason bereft. The husband and father may reach home at one; The sad wile and mother knows what must be done: Her grief must be hidden and smiles play In stead, Till she help the poor drunkard Into his bed; As she smoothes down his pillows his red eyes can trace A spirit-like pleading in her sad, wistful face, And something reminds him of their first wedded bliss; He draws down her face and leaves there a kiss. Khe sickens and shudders and hurries away, To fall on her knees to plead and to pray. "O God! save my dear ones help them yet to do right,' Is the prayer that she pleads throughout the long night. Her boy returns not. She guesses all now, And sadly b fears he engaged la that row. The day s now dawning an age has rolled on To that poor weary mother since her boy has been gone. And soon site must go and Sad her poor child She is sane she knows where nnd the thought drives her wild. A golden five dollars site takes from herstort, Then thinking a moment, she teurs twill be more; Another 'tis all that now she commands; She earned ever- cent with her own trembling hands. But what cares she now be thetablenotsprend She longs fer her boy and cares not for brood. Her husband leps on; he will not waken soon; She hope to return by the hour of noon. Yes, her darling Is there, looking haggard and worn; His loeksareall tangled, his clothing all torn But her arms are about him she calls him her boy, ButO! 'Us In sorrow it cannot be Joy. A trial, a fine mve dollars and wt Oul v a trifle to these poor ieople lost. A pang to be borne by the heart-broken mother; Tis no wrse fer her than for many another. Tis over. Together they hurry away; She begs from her neighbors a loaf tor to-day. But how can she hope? Those saloons nre there still; Her husband and son, they will go there at wlM. You know these saloons ore all sanctioned by law. So grievtsg and pleading will weigh not a This eae la a mild one. There arc many much worse, And alt brought about by this came Honor curse. Who is K thatbw-ues license to men To keep Hqnor saloon or k)v brothel den lint husbands and fathers, with sous to be reared? O.drinklng's the vice that's mpt to be reared, Kor It sleeps Hs poor vteilm In diseases and crime, OR making his bed In the filthiest slime! O, husbands and fathers! cannot yw awake To a sense uf yuur duty, and such measures take As will drive this vile monster dear out or the land, And leave the whole people one temperance band? We know you could do It If only you would; We women would do It If only we could. But then we will have our rights before long; As a cold water army we'll provo ourselves strong By voting the demon clear out or the land, Thus leaving the people one temperance band Ucmember, you dealer. In liquors and wines, In part you will have to account for the fines Required by the law for the drunkard's mis deeds. The wants of his children, his widow's scant weed; For the ruin of bright and beautiful boys, Who bat for rdm would been rth'HChlefest Joys; Kor the Ml of Mill others J care not. to name, YelbtMHm of wine will know all the same. All you who thmk soil liquor, lake warning and Or the '-bottomless ptt fer you're Just on the brink. Look IntothatcauWron-'tlssoethingand blue; Souhs together are erowdmg to make room for you, And soon you'll be walling and gnaMiin" vour teeth, ' For those hissing blue names 'round your own souls will wreathe; Then afar ye will see 'round the white throne or God The spirits of tho-e who rod." I'OHTINli, May IT, lSTi 'passed nnder the l'ATSCV. A debtor gave as an excuse for non payment, itiar, -money was very close Dut. not, tuosu uuuugii yci ior mm 16 reaon tr. Avounrr&janrn Who keens a collwitnn of loclw of hair of Ills lady friends, 'calls lucui nix nuir ureuuui escapes. S0N0BA JEEWITT. nr jibs. susiE wrrnEREi.t Entered, according to the Act ofCongrcss.ln the year 1S72, by MrcStule Witherell, In the Of fice of the Librarian of Congress nt Washington Clly.l CHAPTER V. TIIK MOONMGtlT SAIL. Wednesday morning was one of un cloudeded splendor. The warm June sun had arisen in all his glory, anil the azure sky, here and there spotted with clouds of crimson and gold, seemed to reflect new light upon the earth. Such a morning no doubt shone upon Eden when Eve, in all her innocence, partook "of the tree of good and evil," and thereby brought sin and sorrow to the hearts of her children. Souora had arisen at an earlier hour than usual, and throwing a loose wrap per around her shoulders, took a seat at the window to watch the majestic clouds roll away as they admitted the golden sun on his daily pilgrimage. "What a superb view!" exclaimed she, as some little clouds of purple and crimson wreathed themselves around a larger one of golden tint, and looked as if they were suspended in the air, ready to drop upon the earth as they arose from their bed behind the distant hills. "I never wish to return to city life again. Xo! I am sure I prefer a scene like this to all the grand houses, lofty steeples, or anything else made of earth ly materials. 'Tis true the same sun shines upon New York, and the same cloufc arc in the firmament, but then it is a dlflicult matter for a person to see them as I seo these," mused our fair heroine, as she sat perfectly eutranced with the beauties of nature. "I do hope mamma will give up our city home altogether and live here," continued she. "I am sure she would be much happier, at least I should think so. I know I am. I never was so hanpv in my life. To be loved by the good and noble Clarence Pieqwnt is enough to make any one happy. I am glad Blanche is coming to-day, so I can tell her all about it, I know she will rejoice with me dear Blanche! I sometimes have fears that tlear mamma will not consent to our union; but then two years is a long while, and perhaps papa will persuade her, for I know he will be willing; at any rate I shall soon know, for he intends to ask mamma's consent the day after the party. Till then I must not worry. I wonder what Blanche will say? She is two years older than I am, and has not even thought of love, but then she has never seen a Clarence," and blushing to herself, she hid her face in her lap. "Why, there is the bell! I must hurry up," and rising, she began arranging her luxuriant curls before the mirror as she went on: "Blanche would not like a minister, I suppose. She is more fond of gaiety than I am. Though Clarence is not so strenuous in his ideas as some are. He delights in amusements, pro viding they are rational ones, and saj's lie would as soon play a game of bil liards or dance a favorite quadrille as not, were it not for the influence it might have over worldly people, who would be ready to exclaim, 'A minister dancing! A minister playing billiards!' It would never do for these demoralizing times !" and rolling the last curl around her dainty little fingers, began the process of dressing. "Good morning, my pet," said her father, as she entered the dining room. Why, your checks look as blooming as some of the roses I have been watering this morning. I think your walk must have done you good yesterday," and giving her a very knowing look, took his scat at the head of the table. "How about the sail do you intend coinsr?" asked Mrs. Hewitt, as she glanced towards her daughter. "Yes, indeed, with your consent," an swered Sonora. "Why, T -would not miss it for anything, and the girls will enjoy it so much, I know." "Iiook out, boys," said the Colonel. "Moonlight sails are dangerous." Clarence merely smiled, while Harry remarked: "Xo fear of me losing my heart. I am proof against anything of the kind until I see Adele Summers, of whoso beauty I have heard so much," answered Harry, winking to his mother. "J am pleased to hear you talk so sen sibly, my son," observed Mrs. Hewitt, smiling complacently. "Miss Summers is a lovely girl, an heiress of eighty thousand," continued she. "Which renders her quite perfect," emphasized the Colonel. "I consider riches but a small item compared to true mental worth," re marked Clarence. "Does the young lady of whose beauty you just spoke reside near you?" asked Clarence of Harry. Oh, uo. She is a Southern belle. Her father, dying some two years ago, left the whole of his fortune to his wife and only child, who resided at that time in Louisiana, but they have since spent most of their time in rsew oik, ror the purpose of fiuishlng the young lady's education, which event happening about six montlts ago, they returned to their home, and where Sonora and I ex pect to pay a visit as soon as she gradu ates. Adele is an old school mate and friend of my sister's." "Ah! Well, I hope "you may succeed in winning tlio heart of so golden a prize, providing Mie Is worthy of you," added Clarence, in a lively tone. "Time will show," said Harry, laugh ing, as they arose from the table. "Come, Clarence, you and I will take a walk down to the river and examine the little nflalr which Is to afford us so much pleasure this evening." "With pleasure," answered his com panion, and the two young men, arm in arm, started out the door. As It closed after them, Mrs. Hewitt remarked : "I am glad to be free from the pres ence of one whom I detest. I never saw a person in my life to whom I took such a dislike before. What one can see In him to like I cannot comprehend," and giving her daughter a very significant look, began picking to pieces a' boquet which sat upon the table. "Well, I, for one, differ with you, Al ice," said the Colonel, "for I can see a great many noble traits in him which I admire, and I only wish that our child, should she ever wish to change her sit uation in life, may be fortunate enough to obtain a husband as good as Clarence Pierpout. For a companion to Harry ho could not have chosen a belter one, had he searched the world over. Modest and unassuming in his manners, with a refined and well cultivated mind, gener ous and candid, and above all a professor of religion, and I believe a possessor." "Well, really, have you finished? I should think you did admire that para gon of perfection," said Mrs. Hewitt, sarcastically, as she turned to her daughter. "Sonora, you had better prac tice a little this morning. The girls will not be here for an hour or two." "Yes, dear mamma, I will," answered she, rising. "And Blanche and I arc going to practice our ducts together to day, that wo may be perfect next Thurs day evening." "I do wish that party was over!" ejac ulated Mrs. Hewitt, as Souora closed the door after her. "And why, Alice?" asked the Colo nel. "Because because I do not want So nora to be so much in company with Mr. Pierpont." "O, fudge ! He has not seen Blanche yet. Her black eyes may have a deeper effect upon him than the laughing blue ones of our pet." "I'm sure I hope so," rejoined his wife. "But here she conies. Hush!" and she arose to meet them at the door. "Good morning, Mrs. Hewitt," was Blanche's first salutation. "This is my cousin Gracie, of whom you have often heard Sonora speak." Mrs. Hewitt received them with the affection and familiarity of old friends, taking them to the palor, where her daughter was practicing some favorite tune. Leaving Sonora to entertain tliem with the pleasure in anticipation for the evening, Mrs. Hewitt retired to her own room to pass away the hours till dinner time. Supper having been ordered an hour earlier than usual, the girls, donning their opera hoods and thick shawls to protect them from the cool night air, were soon wending their way to the river, accompanied by their gallant es corts. Clarence walked between JJlancne and Sonora, while Harry, accompanying Grace, carried Sonora's guitar, and be hind, all followed Sampson, bearing a large basket of refreshments. The night on which our young friends set out was one of tranquil beauty. The calm pale moon shone forth in all her glory, while scattered through the clear blue vault above were millions of Heav en's diamonds, the twinkling stars. Not a sound was to be heard, save now nnd then the croaking of a toad in some neighboring pond, or the nightly song of the whippoorwill, which was occa sionally deafened by a merry peal of laughter from one of our light-hearted party. "O, what a sweet, pretty boat!" ex claimed Sonora, as they ncared the wa ter's edge. "It looks as if it hailed from fairy land," added Grace, and she spoke truly, for the little Speedy looked indeed fairy like, with her snowy sails spread to catch the gentle breeze, while from her tiny mast waved a miniature flag, bear ing the stars aud stripes upon one side, and upon the other, In gold letters upon blue ground, stood out in bold relief, "A tribute to youth and beauty." "If I were a gentleman," saldlJlanche, Clarence, utKing one ot tuc oars, seated himself between her and Sonora. "I would certainly be a sea captain, for i uo love the water so." "But you know, Miss Leverc, there is a vast difference between the pleasant sails you have taken and a sea captain's lire, or even a passenger's life, upon the ocean," returned Clarence, smiling as he looked to wards Jier. - . She blushed as she replied, In a laugh ing tone, "Well, that shows how very verdant I am. I had an idea that It must be as delightful upon the water anywhere, or at any time, as It is here upon this beautiful river in our cozy little boat, with plenty of friends around me." "And the moon above and a lover be side her," whispered "Grace "to" Sonora, who sat upon the other side. Sonora laughed, but said nothing, as the thought, "Perhaps he does love her already," passed quickly through her mind, then left it as soon. ' "Come, Miss Hewitt, favor tin with a song with your guitar," said Clarence, ! as he handed it to her. j "0, you must excuse me from singing first. Miss JLevero is a much better i player than I am." "Now, Sonora, no fll," and Blanche put up her fingers in token of silence. "WeII,who will take nn orange first?'' asked Harry, as he produced a basket from under the seat. "You see I always 'look out for the inner man,' as I neither sing nor talk. Well, no matter. I must do something to amuse the com pany, so do help yourself, Miss Marsh," aud he handed them first to Grace, look ing so droll and comical that she could not help smiling. MKov, then," said Harry, as Blanche 'threw the skin-of her orange overboard and wiped her fingers. "Now, then," and taking the guitar from his sister, placed the ribbon around Blanche's neck. "I seo you are determined I shall sing whetherl wish to or not," said Blanche laughing. "What will you have?" ' "O, any thing;' wc are not particular," resounded from all hands, and giving the instrument a few strokes, filling the air with music, she began In her clear, low, melting voice: "Could I but win the love orthec, I would the wealth or worlds resign; For life has naught on earth for me. Hut one sole wish, to call thee mine," etc As she finished she exclaimed, as she cast a glance at Sonora, who sat looking into the water: "There! I think that was love aud sentiment enough to lost awhile." "Beautiful! beautiful!" said Clarence. "The words were very sweet, but the singing was far more so. Now, Miss Hewitt, one from you." "After Gracie," said Sonora, looking at her friend in rather a pleasing man ner, as she handed her the guitar. "I do not play that Instrument," an swered Grace; "but if my voice will give you any pleasure I will try and gratify you," and she sang, in a voice which drew tears from the eyes of her listeners. "Oft In tlio slillv niiMir. " "Thank you, thank you," responded "That was perfectly nil in a voice. olioirln?r " 0. "f shall scarcely dare attempt now," said Sonora. "We havo all heard you before, Miss Hewitt," said Clarence. . "Have no fears." Sonora blushed at the compliment in ferred, as she began the good old-fashioned song of "Horn", Sweet Home." She had scarcely finished the first stanzas when Blanche, who was leaning over the side of the boat, dipping her fingers into the water, lost her balance, and witlt a .scream sank beneath the water. In a moment all was consternation, aud before any one had time to speak, Clarence pulled oil his coat and plunged in after her. Being used to the water from childhood, he was an expert swim mer, and had but little fear.- Ah soon as Blanche arose to the surface he caught her, and in a few minutes, to gether with his burden, was once more safe within the boat. Blanche was not insensible at first when they laid her down, but the joy at once more finding herself safe after so dreadful a fright was too great a shock, aud closing her eyes, she fainted in a deathlike swoon. Clar ence, putting on his coat, and wrapping her large woolen shawl around her, took her head upon his lap, while the girls chafed her hands and wether brow, with the same water which had nearly proved her death. Harry steer for power to revive the inanimate form be fore him. She remained so for nearly half an hour, when a chill passing over her, sho .opencd-hcr-eyes, -and seeing Clarence looking down upon her, raised her head, while the blood rushed up to her brow, and then, retreating, left her looking like a piece of marble. Draw ing n deep sigh, she sat upright, then, leaning her head upon Grade's shoul der, remained perfectly quiet the rest of the way home, refusing any refreshment whatever. ifter recovering a little from their fright, Sampson brought forth the bas ket, the contents of which they had ex pected tojiavccnjoycd so much. They all narlook of . somethlinr excent Blanche, but a gloom seemed cast over the spirits of all, but more so over So nora, who seemed buried in deep thought, anil when addressed by any one, would start like one awakened from sleep. "Come, Sis, cheer up. Blanche is safe again, and will get over her fright in a day or two. Did you think you was go ing to lose your eherc annV?" said Hur ry, putting his arm jiffectionately around his sister. Sonora leaned her head upon his shoulder aud burst into tears. Grace could not help following her example, while Clarence endeavored to console her by pointing out the hand of God in rescuing their young friend, aud telling her of the thanks due to Him While he spqke all was silence, save the low sobs of Sonora, which were attrib uieti to inc circumstance related to Blanche. But was this the cause?. Not'entlrely Her first, her pure love had begun to doubt its objects-and yet this could not be without a reason. What was it? Let us see. Surely she, the noble, gen erous-hearted Sonora, was not jealous of the attentions bestowed upon another. Was it because hcr every look had not been returned, her every thought antic ipated? Ah, true love, llioti art indeed Jealous! Not that mean, low jealousy which we often hear spoken of, referring to things of lower order, aud which oft times makes the possessor of it a victim to his own base passions, but that jeal ousy wiiicit springs irom me ueepesi depths of the heart overflowing with love and kindness towards an object, and prompting us to do those little acts which miLst be received to be appreciat ed, and then to have that object not seem to notice them particularly, but bestow some similar ones upon another, with a look or .a smiler which we feel should be ours. This is noble jealousy, a feeling which God has implanted within us, aud which shows itself even in the infant of a year old. Let the mother bestow somo little favor upon another child, and appear to slight her own, even though she docs not mean it, and sec how the little eye will glisten aud the little lip grieve, aud often calls forth the expression, "O, it's little heart Is broken!" This, then, was the jealousy which Sonora felt. Blanche had met Clarence that day for the first time at the dinner tabic about an hour after Sonora had told her confidentially her heart's dearest secret. From the instant that his eyes rested upon her for a moment (for she was very beautiful) she had loved htm yes, loved him with that tierce, wild love which is only known to one of her tem perament. Sho possessed a heart in which two feelings contended for the masterj'i love and hatred, and one or the other must gain the victory. Sho con cealed it, however, within her bosom, and tried hard to banish it, for had she not just heard he was another's? Was not her dearest friend's happiness bound up, too, in the return of his affections? Why, then, should she seek to gain what by right belonged to another? But did love ever stop to reason? No; aud Blanche Levere determined to win the lover of Sonora Hewitt or die in the attempt. But how was she to do this? He might not love her in return. At any rate it was wortlt trying for, and the attention of some one many times a day, and constant oversight. In fami lies wnere aciiua s nurse is never em plovetl, and whero mothers take pride in "doing till of their "own work," a, woman jicts praise ir slie lias an "excel lent faculty lor turning oil her children!" The woman who allows herself to be "hindered" by any calls for sympathy in her children's pleasures and sorrows is supposed, by many, to be lacking in faculty as a housekeeper. I'annot any person ot sounti mum per ceive that a oaoy is worK and care enough for the woman who is the baby's motiier, mi us days oi actual nauyiiood are over.' JNo; mere are very lew wnni en or men who can understand this at the present time. But better days are surely coming for mothers and for ba bies, and so for all! i suppose mere are people wno really like to hear of mothers dointr such nn amount of work, outside their regular motherly duties, 'iuey look back upon tho "good old times," when our grand mothers baked anil brewed, scrubbed and spun and wove from morning till nigut, wniie uunumuereu babies clung to their skirts and lay in their laps, as the very paradise of existence. Such people would find more pleasure in The odosia, if she had not only done all her housework and sewing, and child-uurs-iug, painting pictures, practicing music, learning new languages, etc., but had also become a mother anew as often as once in two or three years. Couldn't she do as much as that for her country's sake? There may be wonieu, even in our day, who bring forth children with such frequency, and do all their own house work. The country is full of broken down, nervous remnants of womanhood. But this model Theodosia had time also for music, tainting, literature, lan guages, society, hospitality! Here is something better. It is the best thing I have reatl "concerning women" in many a day. Jennie June! Bless her! Sho also has done too much; but she gets up ami confesses It, for our sakes. Does she indeed love humanity too well to allow herself to lie set up before us all, as a heroine of the times an cxamnle to stimulate oilier worn en ? Wo have all read of her wonderful achievements in the triplo career of writer, housekeeper, and mother. I, for one, thought no more of her for per forming so much; but when I read her own words that sho feared she had done harm by making it seem possible, and profitable, to carry on housekeei ing, and maternal duties, and literary labors at the same time, when it was not, I wanted to send my love .to the brave woman for speaking those true words. She says that the strength of the woman should so into me motiier. have him she would, or Sonora never i and that the children must sutler if the should. What ! Blanche, the beautiful, ac complished friend, plotting against the peace and happiness of the lovely and gentle Sonora, whoe every thought connected with her had always been of love and kindness? But so it is. Some times those in whom we put the most confidence, and who seem tho dearest, an- the first to betray and forsake us. (To Ik continued.) From the Woman's Journal). Housekeeper and Mother. Two davs after I parted with my last "hired girl," I chanced to read an arti cle on "Ideal Housekeeping," copied in the Weekly Tribune. It was about a woman who kept her house in perfect order and perfect taste, ivy vines, hanging flower-baskets, sewing machine and all; who kept up her piano practice, painted pictures lu oil colors, read tho l.itost hooks and npriodieals. learned new languages, and brought forth rrwZjday? brought u n children! I don' t know how many, but they were in the plural num ber, and the oldest, a boy, was only ten years old. With good servants, a capable woman might do as much as that; but this model (?) woman did "every hand's turn" of tho work for that household. Her last servant was dismissed when the eldest child was a year old. Tits writer says, "It is all true, and I am so glad it is!" TIM. t.10t IT..- Tl.nn.lni,;.lo immediately ordered Samp to I friend miglurrejoice home, and then did all In his ff 1-,, obliged by circumstances to periorm me proper lauor ior tnrco aoie bodicd women, she has not made a com plete wreck of her health and con demned herself to live out only half her davs. We mav all reioicc. lawfully. In i seeing how much a human being can do and bear without detriment to the hu man nature in any part. But, from all that experience and obsetvation have taught me, I should consider it flying directly "in the face or rrovidence" for any woman to uuueriaKo to ioiiow me odosia's example. I read "Ideal Housekeeping" after my day's work was done, at eight o'clock in the evening, jut beforo I was going to bed. I called my day's work done, be cause I had got tired enough for one tlay, I thought. There was plenty more that I would have done if I had been ambitious to take rank among the per fect housekeepers; but I had a way of thinking of myself as "the baby's mother," and I thought the baby's mother oueht to stop work and go to IkhI. For many days, thereafter. I thought a good deal about "Ideal Housc- trwhlll!'." It touches subjects upon which the ignorance ot me peopie is amazing. "Every hand's turn" of the" household work for a family includes the pretiara- tion of three meaisuauy. .even ir one is of simple mush ami milk, it takes some time and toil to clean the mush kettle. Dish wnshini! is no small matter, and occupies a good deal of time when the meals arc eiauonue, u it cannot, dc shirked in any case. Then there are tm IimIs to be made, and several rooms to be put In order. "Not a speck of dust" is a nice tiling to say; uut only the experienced know now hard is the battle daily wagedagainstdirt. Besides ho ilnllv work of the household, there nrn the weekly and semi-weekly birr jobs of washiug.-ironing, baking, mop ing, etc. Anil flipn. tho Selnldren! I usuallv dress too Kinali children with occasional assistance to a third, while the girl, or the "man of the house" prepares the family breakfast. As soon as supper is fairly over, the "Sand Man" begins his onerntlons. and an hour or two passes before mamma has time for anything but good-night care of the little ones. While children are small, they require mother is pressed with other cares. Judging by my own observation, I suspect that there are thousands of ex cellent women, wno arc constantly dis couraged by their inability to keep up with the demands of public opinion in regard to woman's duties, as motiier and housekeepers. I know what it is to feel paralyzed by tho amount of work wait ing for me work which seemed a sheer imposition in comparison with the sweet though arduous motherly duties that must Inevitably suffer, when a mother's hands ore tied by the never ceasing cares of a housekeeper. You can write, if you must, after the children nre in bed at night; but you cannot conven iently cook dinner or wash breakfast dishes then. It is n misfortune, to say tho least, when a woman is obliged by circumstances to carry any other'burden while the sacred one of maternity rests upon her. Gail Hamilton has said some excel lent things on this subject, and women surely thank her for that. She sees pretty clearly how some tilings arc, in me mm tv.-iiignt or tlie approaching I hope there is no incurable defect In hersight. But let hcrspcaknn Wc need to see just how things are, especially how bad they are, so as heartily to set ourselves toward better things; but it Is too bad to go to throw inir blame right and left. Wc didn't any of us "go for to do it" this mischief tliat lies all abroad in society, tlie world over. Anybody, with half an eye, can see that truth and right do not prevail in the land; that tlie spirit of slavery, or caste, Is in the chief seats; and tliat Pharisaism binds heavy burdens, when ever it gets a chance, and won't lift its finger to help those who stagger under them. It is a pretty bad state of things; but, in one sense, I suppose it is all right all right as a part of our race-experience, through which wc may learn something like race wisdom. Faith RociiESTEn. A Journal for the Teople. lievoted to the Interests 6t Humanity. Independent In rolttles and I:J!mi. llve to all IJve Isnes, ami Thoroughly Radical In Oppoiirflrand ' Wr4fc ot tlie 3Ia.e. " Correspondents writing over assumed skna- turcs must make known their names to Hie Editor, or no attention will be given to'tlWr communications. The Grumbler. Tlie grumbler is one of the most un fortunate of beings; he travels the worst roads, drives, the worst horses, drawing the worst vehicles under the aim. Ho eats the worst dinnors, especially at home, and wears the worst clothes of any live man. He spends most of his thoughts In wondering why he Is not Alexis, or the Prince of Wales, or the President of the United States, or the Grand Mogul of somewhere, instead of plain John Smith, Jr. To tho discontented man his wife, heaven help her, is a constant source of annoyance. She is too tall or too short, too grave or too gay, too voluble or too reticent, In fact it is doubtful whcthqna companion imported directly from .the celestial regions would be a complete success in his eyes. If she goes with him to an evening entertainment or for an afternoon visit, he spends tlie homeward ride in grum bling because she does not sing like Mrs. A., or play like Mrs. B., or dance llko Mrs. C, or talk like Mrs. D., and ouds by complaining because she is moodily silent, and won't answer them at all. He wonders why she looks so sad and careworn, why she does not welcome him as gladly or laugh as cheerily as before marriage; why she has tho habit of starting nervously every time he enters tho room; and why she does not care to ride, or walk, or talk with him. l'oor man: lie is continually planting briers by the way! What wonder if he reaps a plentiful harvest of thorns ? Does our grumoier travel, ne ineeus witlt more hair-breadth escapes, comes in contact with more villainous people who make him the sole object of their vile intentions, which, however, from his .superior discernment he sueceods in eluding, than Ledyard or Von Humboldt ever encountered. . Tlie best way to cure a discontented man is to help him complain; agree with him that he is the most unfortunate person living, and he will very soon undertako to pro-e thatlio has quite as much to be thankful for as the most of tKKJple.. T .... A friend whom I was once visiting lind the misfortune to have a husband who was always exaggerating the ills of life. One morning lie sat down to breakfast as usual, ate a hearty meal, and just before its eloe leaned back in his chair, saying tliat lie was unwell; and forthwith began to diseant upon his many ailments. He declared that ho felt that he was not long for this world; it was his fate, but he was resigned. Here he recounted a number of incidents to prove that an evil genius had followed him from his cradle to the present mo ment. Said he: "I must consult a phvsician immqdi ately." "Yes," replied his wife, anxiously; "you must g to Dr. Cur'om this very day. Start right awaydo, tlear; don't defer; pray don't" "There, that's just like a woman," replied the husband, "you always think that I can leave my business at any moment." "But," rejoined the wife, "only think of the danger of delay; you are going to put it oil" until it is too late. You will die, T know you will! Oh, dear, oh, dear! I know you will," she cried, hysterically. "Well," said lie, angrily, "I can't nor shan't leave my business to-daj"; so there is no use in making a fuss," and marching firmly to tlie hat-rack he In vested himself in coat nnd hat and left for his place of business. As he passed out of sight my hostess burst into a merry laugh; and seeing my look of surprised inquiry, remarked, "You know Henry is rather notional, and I find it best to humor him." . ' I think sho was right, for during my stay I heard nothing more of Henry's ailments. His wife's prescription no doubt proved more efficacious than any which Dr. Cur'ein could have adminis tered. Wc-tlein Rural. Lincoln's Dream. The President re marked that the news would come soon and come favorably, he had no doubt, for he had last night his usual dream that had preceded every important The Curse of the Hour. There is too much lying. On every hand we meet with exaggeration, equiv ocation, deception. We call it all lying,' and every man or woman who varies one iota from the strictest fact and truth is indeed a liar. The expressman agrees most solemnly to deliver a trunk for you nt a certain place by a certain hour. He delivers it the day after the time promised, and thus lies. The grocer promises to send you the best tea in mo market. He takes tlie first his hand falls upon with out any care for tlie quality, and dis patches it to you without a twinge. He is a liar. The printer promises to do your work cheaper than it can be done elsewhere in town. Ho forgets his promise charges you what he pleases aud lies. The tailor atrrces to deliver a- ! suit of clothes without fail by six in the i nvntiim "Vnn rrof tlinm tlm mnpniti. i- .i.X t i 7 i if . " V ; "oi eieui. m iu x inwuireii uie par- !Uui me tailor is a liar. The demise ticulars of this remarkable dream. He pledges his word tliat the teeth filled by said it w-as In my department It related him w ill be all right for n dozen years, to tho water; that he seemed to be in a i The fillings come out in six mouths, and singular and indescribable vessel, but the dentist lies. A man over the way IS always the same, aud that he was mov- n need of a temporary loan. You lend ing with great rapidity toward a dark him a small sum, which lie promises by. and Indefinite shore; that he had this everything to return it at n given time, singular dream preceding the firing of He keeps it a month over the time, a'tid Sumter, the battles of Bull Bun, Antic-1 Is a liar. An auctioneer tells you that a tarn, Gettysburg, Stone River, Vicks- certain picture is by a master artist, burg, Wilmington, &c. Gen. Grant re- when he knows that it was painted by.a. marked, with some emphasis and as-! fourth-rate painter. He lies, and is not perity, that Stone River was no victory I worthy of trust. A salesmau lies about that a few such victories would have ! his goods. A bootmaker lies about your ruined our country, and ho knew of no i hoots. Tho ieweler lies about vour watcn. J.no gossiper ui wie uiunur-iauie tells exaggerated stories to astonish the ladies, and is nothing but a liar. Tjlie florist assures you that his flowers were1 picked in the morning, when they .are nearly two days old. He lies, and will lie about anything. The book publisher advertises that his book is selling by tlie tens of thousands, when he has not sold a thousand. He is a liar and one door oil from the murderer. ,.. . Evervwhere. cvprvwliorn ri ' lipnr lying, lying. Men and women who I would knock you down if you caHed tticin nars, no every Hour, uecopiio" Is the rule rather than the exception. Canvassers lie about insuranco coiii- f antes. Brokers lie about stocks-. tors lie about politics. Exaggeration and misrepresentation ruiei-- " are its curse. . j-.' Gentlemen-ladics-why cannot tlte truth be told always ami or. VJJj all this deception and lyi nfT; V, p w much falsifying and cheating In tUo name of all that is pure and good neneg fff 'ai you asreel-gggrJftg. ",'t "You're a queereiTieken," as.lho'hen. said when she hatched out a duel. important results from It. The Presi dent said that perhaps he should not al- togetner agrco with, mm, but wnntovcr might be tlie facts, his singular dream preceded that fight. Victory did not al ways follow his dream, but the event aud results were important. He had no doubt that a battle was about being fought "and Johnston will bo beaten, fori had this strange dream again last nignt. it must relate to Mierman; ray thoughts are In the direction, and I know of no other very important event which is iiKeiy just now to occur." Great events did follow. Within a few hours the good and gentle as well as truiy great man wno narrated tits tiream was assassinated, nnd tho murder which closed forever his earthly career, af- incieu ror years, aud perhaps forever tlie welfare of his country. Gideon Welles, in April Galaxy. Grammatical Gikl! A young lady says that a gentleman ought to never feel discouratred when thrf "momentous question" is negatived by tlie object of us uuuice, ior in uie, as in grammar, wc "always decllno before we conjugate." Subscribe for the New Northwest.