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Tlic While Slnvc.
A Tjtmdon newspaper fys that tlve master
tailoni pay only flnwn rctiee, or thirty cents,
for nuking a coat, and then the poor seam
stresses have to find tbelr own thread.
A thousand Mitclie by night or day;
Atlin:inil y itches for Iwtad;
A thouaiul vtit-hp! a penny the pay.
And out or it find the threat!.
I Ml of the poor white lve
For FntJ.imv a mocking strain
To the sin kcr fniui birth to grave
In pnvt-uv, hnngrrand pain
Of the w-ary oye and the lingers K)r-f
Of the wir that lies at the pan per door.
Of the oeii-eWs sound of the needle's click,
Ot the brijilit hope crushed.and the faint heart
Where thv sewers forerer strain
Thoir ibouaainl stitches by night or day:
A tlioosand stiflirs lor bread;
A thousand titclie a peony the pay,
And out oi it a Mil the thread.
No fiction this, but hard truth,
A drama played to this day.
By actors who never know youth,
Itnt sew in a brief decay.
At home some attic or cellar bare.
Fighting with needles the spoiler spare;
Or siekeuliig fast in some reeking shop.
Where the death-dews hang on the panes and
drop;
Woman, and girl, and boy, and man,
Crashed down all by poverty's ban.
The young in years, and the gray,
With their thousand stltehes by night or
day:
A thousand stitches for bread;
A thousand stitches a penny the pay,
And out of it find the thread.
Shopwork had by the piece:
Shoddy, and cloth, and cord;
Cloth that makes in each brow a erease;
Cloth that the hand had seared;
Fustian dyed with a ruddy stain,
The thin licart-blood from the toller's vein;
Shoddy made up for the shoddy lord
Who fatlent and feasts on his slave abhorred.
Drinks of his sweat till the real-days come.
And slave lie quitx him the city's hum;
This for a rest in the work-honse walls;
This in the clay for another calls;
One with bony and beck'ning hand,
Who gravel- ever the workers scanned;
Elm now the tailors' board.
While others sew night and day
A thousand stitches for bread ;
A thousand stitches a penny the pay.
And oat of it find the thread.
S0H0EA HEWITT.
XT MRS. 8CHK WITMSBKI.U
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Clf APTKK XXXVI.
THK COI.ONKl.'S ITOXV.
"My children, Ute tlo which I am
about to relate is one of my own life,
and a true story.
"I was born in "Westmoreland, Vir
ginia, and consequently have the honor
of boasting of the same Slate for my
birth-place as the father of our country.
"My parents were considered wealthy,
and owned a large plantation witli quite
a number of slaves. My brother George,
who was Robert's father, and myself
were the only children, when a little
sister made her appearance in our
midst. Great was the joy at her birth,
and brilliant were the future prospects
in anticipation for the little stranger.
"My father, I am sorry to say, was
rather a cruel master and exacted the
most implicit obedience from his sub
jects, or indicted rigid punishment
This evil might have been averted had
my mother been a woman wltosc mild
and gentle influence excited a sway
over my father, but, on the contrary,
she was of a very indolent disposition,
with little thought for tliose around her.
Though her disposition was very affec
tionate, and she idolised her husband
and children, still she seemed to hold
the poor slaves who were utterly de
pendent upon her in abhorrence, all but
Kizzy, who was house-keeper, and
whom she held in high esteem. Cleo
patra, or Patty, as site was always
called, a young mulatto woman about
twenty, wag appropriated as nurse to
our little sister, our old nurse having
died & short time previous. Somehow
my mother and Patty could never agree,
the lortner continually reprimanding
the latter lor some misdemeanor, and
the latter constantly doing something
to annoy her mistress, until a perfect
hatred seemed to exist between them,
At this crisis, notwithstanding she was
an excellent nurse, my mother resolved
to part with her in that capacity and
place her where she would be less in her
sight. At tills time my sister was about
a year old, when one day my parents
had occasion to visit a neighboring town
on business and left her in the care of
Patty until their return, which would
be in a few iKHirs, telling my brother
and myself to remain at home, and
upon no cosuideration to leave our sis
ter alone with her nurse, seeming to
have a presentiment of coming evil.
They had been gone about an hour
when a neighbor's children came to
spend the day with us. So delighted
were we witli our friends that wc quite
forgot our parents' injunctions and
thoughtlessly accompanied our friends
to a favorite spot quite a distance from
the house, where we remained until the
return of our parents reminded us of our
disobedience. Obeying their call, we
entered the house; but what was our
fright and dismay when we beheld our
darling little sister, whom we all fairly
idolized, lying motionless, and so pale
and still that wc felt sure we were in
the presence of the dead. Our father
and mother, nearly overwhelmed with
grid, wore trying every means in thoir
power to restore the littlo sufferer to
consciousness, without any avail, until
the arrival of our family-physician, who
pronounced her case a very singular
one, and could account for it in no other
way than a sudden fright, which had
perhaps been occasioned by a slight out,
whicli seemed to have been recently
made, just above tho elbow. My moth
er's first thought was that this had been
purposely done by Patty out of revenge,
though she had accounted for it by say
ing the child had fallen against one of
the glas3 doors opening upon the veran
dah, and which was broken. This was
all the satisfaction they could obtain
from her, she pretending to be very
much frightened herself. That night
wo were both severely punished for dar
ing to do anything so openly diso
bedient and sent supper! ess to bed. The
next morning Maggie was better,
though she seemed quite unlike her for
mer self, while a wild, fierce light
burned in her heretofore mild black
eyes, and her little face seemed bloated,
which caused great alarm to be fdt for
her returning health. But as days
passed she continued to grow better and
better until at last she could ruu aud
play with us again, but somehow at
times slic seomed to act strangely. Not
long after this occurrence. Patty, having
disobeyed my father, had been severely
reprimanded, and threatened with se
vere punishment if she over did the
same again. She now seemed to hate
my father, and tried to avoid him in
every way. As for my mother, she
would not allow Patty in her presence
since the singular illness of our little
sister, and was constantly persuading
my father to sell her, and thus get rid
of a person whom she really feared.
Patty always seemed to care more for
me than any the rest of the family, but
this could be easily accounted for, as
my conscientious scruples were not too
great to keep me from helping myself to
a ribbon or some trilliiigoruameutcare-
lcssly thrown aside by my mother and
handing it over to her.
"About a year after the occurrence!
havo just related, my father, coming
across a gontieman from Kentucky who
was buying up a lot of slaves, sold Cleo
patra. That night when he came homo
ho sent for her to the parlor, where he
informed her of the change about to
take place, and asked her if she was
sorry or willing to go. 2evcr shall I
forget her look as she stood like a statue
in the middle of the room. She was
rather a good-looking mulatto, aud as
the hot blood coursed through her
cheeks, looked really handsome at
least so I thought in my boyish mind.
First she linked her hands together and
gazed full three minutes upon the car
pet; then she raised her eyes, aud with
a smile whose peculiar strangeness
struck me at the time, gazed firbt at my
futher, then at my mother, then at us
boys, aud at lost her eyes rested for a
moment on our pet; then, throwing up
her arms, she waved a sort of frantic
farewell and rushed from the room, ox-
claiming huskily: 'Sold, hev? Will
ing? Yes!' and disappeared without
asking any questions.
" 'What a strangely acting creature !'
exclaimed my mother. 'How glad I
shall be when she is gone!'
" 'You may often wish to see me,
missy,' said Patty, who had entered
softly by another door, and placing a
pitcher of water (her usual custom) upon
the table, left the room immediately.
Nothing was thought of her words at
the time, though often enough have
they been thought of since. She was to
leave for her new home one week from
that day. Things went on as usual un
til two days before the time fixed for
her departure. It was a lovely day in
the early spring. Our fine old home
stead seemed to look uncommonly
grand and inviting on that morning,
never to be forgotten. The birds sang
gaily upon tho large trees as they
waved their branches to and fro in the
balmy breeze, fanning the little brook
which gurgled at the foot of our garden.
I particularly recollect hearing my
mother remark how delightfully re
freshing the air felt and how happy she
was as she seated horself upon the old
fashioned bamboo settee, which occu
pied its usual place upon the piazza,
while Maggie nlaved beside her with
her toys. While wo were thus onjoying
iuu morning, a carriage drove up, and a
gay party from the city came to spend
mo uuy wuu us. Among them were
three children about our own ages, and
a little girl of three years. Taking pos
session of the older ones, we soon es
corted them to our play-room, which
was in the upper part of the house, leav
ing the little girl to be entertained by
.Maggie, wuo, delighted with a compan
ion, was trotting about full of glee. My
mother, thinking the children perfectly
safe, left them alone while sho waited
upon her visitors within the house.
Some time, nearly half an hour, elapsed
ere they returned to the piazza, when
her attention was arrested by several
dirty foot-marks upon the marble lloor.
Seeing Minnie, the little visitor, stand
ing there looking strangely astonished,
sho asked her where Maggie was.
" 'Gone. Big lady down there give
us ever so much candy, and look,
mamma, what lady give Minnie,' aud
she held up a gay red scarf such as wore
wont by the gypsies who were encamped
near the village at that time.
" 'Stolen by the gypsies! Oh, God!
save my darling child!' screamed my
mother in a voice which brought tho
entire household to her assistance as she
fell in a death-like swoon. My father
quickly raised her and carried her to
the settee, where, seeing her partly re
stored, ho left her to tho care of her
friends, who stood weeping around her,
while he, mustering together a number
of the slaves, soon started in pursuit of
the gyples; but, as he had feared, they
were no where to be found, having left
the day before, anil he was forced, al
most distracted, to return to his now
desolate homo without his child. For
mouths the search was kept up, and ad
vertisements were inserted in all tho
papers, but of no avail, and nothing
has ever been heard of that sister whom
we so fondly loved. My mother never
recovered from -the blow. A deep mel
ancholy settled upon her, and in a few
short mouths wo buried her beneath the
weeping willow, where so often sho had
gamboled with her darling littlo one.
Tho year following thi3 we were sent to
school, where wo remained five years,
whon wo were called home to the death
bed of our only remaining parent.
"My father's brother was appointed
our guardian, and being an old bachelor,
took up his abode in the house with us.
The slaves were all disposed of with the
exception of Kizzy ami two others, who
have since died, and wc three continued
to live alone in the house which had
once witnessed our childish mirth, as
well as those scenes which had wrung
our young hearts with sadness. Years
passed, and we had arrived at manhood;
still the memory of that lost and darling
sister has ever been as fresh in my mind
as the day on which it happened.
"The house always seemed dreary to
me aCter the death of our parents and
the many changes which followed, and
had it not been for the faithful Kizzy, I
should scarcely have felt at home. My
brother never secerned to realize our
loss as I did, probably on account of his
youth, he being but seven years old at
tho timo of our mother's death. I had
a desire to leave tho place, which.
though one of grandeur and magnifi
cence, presented nothing but a dreary
aspect to me. I therefore announced
my intention of joining the . army,
which had always been my hobby from
boyhood. There being no one to oppose
my wishes, I soon batle farewell to old
scenes, to my brother and uncle and
friends, and started out in tho wide
world to win glory, as I ambitiously
hoped, for myself. You all know as far
as the world's opinion was concerned I
was successful ; but for this I care not,
so that my own conscience tells me I
have tried to be just and upright.
"My brother remained at home until
his marriage, when he removed to
Charleston, the home of his bride,
where lie" resided till her death, five
years subsequent, when lie returned
with Robert, then three years old, to
his former home. There lie breathed
his last, and there repose his ashes be
sido his kindred dust. I remained
abroad for several years, gaining fame
in various ways, till at last my health
failing me, I was obliged to retire to
private life.
"It was during a short sojourn at
Princeton, New Jersey, that I became
acquainted with Alice Peters, the
daughter of a physician, aud who is
now, my children, your own beloved
mother. Soon after this I went South,
settled up my affairs, sold all my prop-
erty, witli tho exception of the home
stead, which I shall always retain as a
memento of the past.
"Your mother and myself spent sev
eral years in traveling, when, after the
birtli of my little girl here," laying his
handafTectionalyon the head of Sonora,
"we mado up our minds to settle down
aud devote our timo and attention to
the son and daughter whose presence
had gladdened our hearts aud home. I
then purchased our home in New York
for a winter residence and our present
abode for a summer home, thus helping
to secure comfort and happiness for
those who Averc so dear to my heart,
and whose presence and love havo al
most filled the aching void occasioned
by the sorrow and grief of iny youthful
days; so, children, you have now heard
the history of my life. Let me explain
to you why I have told It. I havo no
ticed Lotli particularly, and, as Robert
has remarked, I havo also perceived a
striking rescmblanco to my brother
George's portrait, which some of you
have seen hanging in the parlor of the
old homestead in Virginia, aud which
was painted when ho was quite youug,
I have strong suspicions that this worn
an, whom Providence has thrown in
our way, is no less a personage than
-Jiaggio Hewitt, my long lost sister."
"Merciful Heavens! Can this be pos
aioief" exoiaimcd Mrs. Summers. "Mv
husband was one of tho little boys who
was a guest at your father's house the
day that your sister was stolen. I havo
often heard him relate the sad story and
describe the grief of his sister Minnie as
she wept for the loss of her playmate
aud her childish joy in the possession of
the gay scarf, as she would wind It
around her head in true gypsy style."
"William Summers, then, was your
husband's name! Why has this never
crossed my mind before? My old play
mate, thrlec welcome are you, if such a
thing could be, to the hospitalities of
ray house," said tiio Colonel, as he arose
and grasped the hand of Mrs. Summers.
"Strauge are the workings of God,"
was the mental response of all as they
gazed in tearful silence while the Colo
nel, advancing, said: "My daughter,
call Lodl. Her identity can be proved
by a scar on her left arm just above tho
elbow, which, if my sister, sho received
from tho carelessness of her nurse Patty
on that fatal day."
Sonora, whoso joy knew no hounds,
rushed from the room to bring her bene
factor and friend. Lodi, who had no
suspicion of what was going on, knew
not why she was hurried in so uncere
moniously. Her amazement increased
when the Colonel came forward and
asked her to show him her left arm.
Complying with his request, sho re
market!, as she did so:
"Thero is nothing remarkable in the
arm of poor Lodi but this scar, which
was caused by a siugujar and rather
wild process wheu I was very young, a
mere infant."
"The same! Tho lapse of forty years
has failed to crace it. My sister! my
long lost Maggie!" exclaimed the Colo
nel, clasping tho almostterrificd woman
to his bosom.
Releasing her, sho was almost simul
taneously embraced by every one of the I
happy party. "Aunt Maggie! Aunt I
Maggio!" was heard from all the young
people, aud she, whom all had thought
friendless aud alone, now became the !
center of attraction. Robert and Harry
completely monopolized her, and es
corting her to tho sofa, each took a scat
beside her.
"You sco you are well -guarded, aunt
Maggie," said Robert, "and we will not
suflcrjyou to go until wc havo a story
from your own lips which shall reveal
to us tho past life of one doubly dear to
us as tho preserver of our lives."
Lodi, or Maggie Hewitt, as we shall
henceforth call her, was so overcome
with emotion aud joy at finding herself
in the possession of so much happiness
that she could not speak, but gave vent
to her excited feelings in a Hood of tears,
as site leaned her head upon the bosom
of that nephew whose father she so
much resembled. Recovering her self
possession after a few moments, she
arose, and, walkiug across the room to
whore the Colonel sat, she stood eyeing
him closely, as though sho was trying
to look Into the long-forgotten past, or
almost doubted his identity. Mrs.
Hewitt arose, and gently placing an arm
around her, drew her into a seat beside
that brother whose happiness seemed
now complete.
"Dear brother and sister, I have oft-
times in my distant forest home prayed
in my rudo way that I might meet my
kindred ere I was called to the happy
hunting-grounds, still I never dreamed
of this; and who must I thank but the j
Great Spirit, whom Lodl learned to love
through the instrumentality of Unit man
of God, Clarence Pierpont. My history
since my earliest remembrance will no
doubt prove interesting to you all, not
only on account of its narration of one
whom you supposed deatl, but also on
account of its strangeness and wild ro
mance, for I have been an inhabitant of
tho forest for years, witli only tho rov
ing gypsy and wild Indians for my
companions, and to tho latter I for
many years thought I owed my origin,
until at thedcath of one who had been the
cause of all this sorrow, I was informed
of my birth, aud that I had relatives
who were living, but whoso names I
never could learn. Though I was cu
rious enough to wonder and wish that I
might sometime meet my own kindred,
yet I was so much attached to my mode
of living, so wild and free, that I cared
little to change it foronc moro civilized,
and no doubt would have have still been
living in darkness had not Providence
thrown Sonora, my much loved niece,
in my way and soltcncd my heart to
wards her. Had not these dear ones
come among us as they did, what would
havo become of me? Yes," and
springing to her feet, caused her friends
to almost fear for her sanity for a mo
ment. "And, oh, I am happy! too
happy! Can this be real ? When I re
late to you my lifo sonic parts of it will
make you shudder; you will wonder
how and why I was saved, aud unite
with me In thanking that Kind Father
who decreed that I might enjoy this
blessed privilege of being clasped to the
bosom of those near and dear to me;
aud at last of resting in the tomb of ray
ancestors, side by sldo with that dear
mother whom I scarcely remember, hut
whom I know sauk into an early grave
mourning for her lost baby, her littlo
Alatmic "
To he continued.
ANTE-NATAL MURDEE.
Rev. Dr. Hatfield, a Methodist Epis
copal minister of Cincinnati, is creating
a sensation by calling attention to the
alarming prevalence of criminal abor
tion among American women. He
calls upon the ministers to look tho
evil squarely in the face and confer to
gelher for the best means to check the
evil out! save American society and
American life from destruction.
Now, wc call brother Hatfield's work
a step in the right direction. If moth
ers only knew the natural consequences
ai abortion, as they are felt by their
helpless victims when ushered into im
mortal life before being clothed with
a well developed mortality, they would
stop awe-struck before committing the
awiui act, anil their owu harrowing
urcau 01 tne pains and cares of mater
nity would be always bourne, rather than
that their unwelcome children should
be deprived of tho physiological advan
tages of mortal life. But the vast ma
jority of mothers cannot for many
coming generations be made to see and
understand this fact The ministers
would be as badly shocked over such
an idea as they are horrified over abor
tion. So we say to American fathers
everywhere, the responsibility of this
crime rests not with tho mothers, but
with you. Forgetting, as you almost
invariably do, that your own selfish tie
sires should ever bo held in abeyance
to your wives' behests, your often im
pose maternity upon them when,
could they hut choose for themselves,
they would vastly prefer death; and
knowing this, how dare you chide them,
when in their ignorance, terror, suffer
ing and desperation, they commit the
blackest crime known in the physiologi
cal catalogue?
If our brother Hatfield is really in
earnest about conferring with tho peo
ple concerning tho prevention of this
terrible crime, let him call into the coun
cil those most Interested. The women
aro the real arbiters in the case, aud let
him insist that they shall tell their side
of tho story. The principal cause of all
this crime is enforced maternity, and
tho crime will never be abolished till
the cause ceases.
MEDICAL COLLEGE TOE WOMEN.
New York now offers all tho mani
fold advantages of a medical advantage
for women, free of expense; such au op
portunity as is not offered elsewhere on
the continent. The first regular winter
session of the College proved a perfect
success, and tho second regular session
commences on Tuesday, Oct. loth, to
continue twenty weeks. Surgical and
in wheal cliniqucs will be given during
tho whole session. Patients arc pre
scribed for in presence of the class. Ob
stetrical cases aro assigned to advanced
students, the regular Professor being
within call in all abnormal cases.
A room for practical anatomy will be
open during the session, New York sup
plying nbundantmaterial for dissection.
Tho conditions on which diplomas arc
awarded are plain and reasonable, at- j
tendance on two full courses of lectures
being required, the latter at this college.
Candidates must likewise have studied
medicine thrco years under the direc
tion of a regular graduated physician,
including attendance upon lectures, and
also have attained tho age of twenty
one years. They are expected to write
a thesis on some subject connected with
tho science of medicine. This College
is located at No. 22i East Fifty-Third
street, where applications may be mado
after Oct. Sth. We rejoice at tho success
of a project that opens a new career for
women in the field where she is most
needed.
Miss Lousio M. Alcott, writing from
Brittany, says that before her first week
was over, she ccasetl to be surprised at
any demonstration of feminine strength,
skill, or independence, for everywhere
the women took the lead. They not
only kept house, reared children and
knit every imaginable garment tne hu
man frame can wear, but kept the shops,
tilled the cardens. held the markets,
cleaned the streets, ami bought and sold
cattle, leaviug the men tree to enjoy tne
pursuits they seemed inclined to follow
breaking horses, mending roads, and
getting drunk, 'lho market socmen en
tirely in tho hands or the women, ami
lively scenes they presented to our un
accustomed eyes, especially the pig-
market held every week, In tho square
before our house. At dawn the squeal
ing begun and wa3 kept up till sunset.
Tho carts came in from all the neigh
boring hamlets, with tubs full of Infant
pigs, over which tho women watched
with maternal care till thev were safely
deposited amoug the rows of tubs that
stood along tho walk facing Annie of
Bretaigue's grey old tower, and the
pleasant promenade whicli was once the
josse about the city walls. Here
matiame would scat hcrsen, aim Knit
briskly till a purchaser applied, when
she would drop her work, dive amoug
the punt innocents, anil noiu up ono oy
its unhappy leg, undisturbed by its
doleful cries, while sho settled its price
with a bluc-gowncd, white-capped
neighbor as sharp-witted and shrill
tongued as herself. If the. bargain was
sruck, they clapped their hands together
in a peculiar way, and the new owner
clapped her purchase into a meal bag,
slung it over iter shoulder, and departed
with her squirming, squealing treasure,
as calmly as a Boston lady with a
satchel full of ribbons aud glovc3.
A Maine man who was addicted to
tho vice of intemperance, so disgusted
his wife that she, after repeated but vain
efforts to reform him, left him to his
fate. The deserted husband, however,
did not enjoy Ids loneliness, aud thus
advertised:
"Left my Bed and Board Ono of the
best of wives. Whoever will give in
formation as to where I may find her
shall bo suitably rewarded, and all
charges paid."
The good wife returned, made another
ellbrt, with tho assistance of the culprit,
and he thoroughly reformed, aud, as the
novels say, "they lived happily together
for many years." The incident occurred
in 1S31, before divorces and separations
wcro of evcry-day occurrence. Aud
certainly in theso days, after a lapse of
lorty years, scores or husbands ami
wives could do no better than to learn a
lesson from this couple, and "try again."
Mrs. Isabella Beechcr Hooker, in her
congratulatory letter to Mrs. Hunting
ton, of Norwalk, on the position she
took in the recent election, says:
"Next winter we will bescigo Con
gress, and win the day, ami then we
will make Elizabeth Only Stanton
President in 1S70. Wcmust begin the
next cc..tu?y with Madam Washington
at the head and some of her sisters 11
?bo Cabinft.m.d a good many bo h
houses or Congress. Don't you think
so?"
A Lady Preacher.
I went Inst Saturday to Brooklyn, to
pass Sunday with Uev. ueua JJurieigh,
the paster of tho single Unitarian
church which Connecticut affords. It
i an old but comfortable building, this
church in which her little ilock gather
together. They are few in number, but
are people oi unostentatious reiincmcnt.
and more real culture than 1110113- a city
congregation can boast. They are quite
able to appreciate the line uiscourse
which their elenrywotnan gavo them
yesterday morning. Her text was from
ltbveinuoiis, that suggestive text winch
says: "The sea shall give up its dead."
Mrs. Burleigh dwelt brlelly, but most
vividly, on what would be the fulfill
ment of this nassatre. according to the
old, literal iiittnretalon. What a sitrht
it would be to witness, if the dead, small I
and creat. whom the sen hail entombed.
should rise bodily.' If limbs frozen for
ages among Polar ice should melt again
into human warmth if the old Norse
man should rise from thp nvs fliov
had ridden in triumph if the captains
of sunken navies with their crews
fehould come to life if the awful secret3
of crime and wrong which tho sea holds
were to uoat up to sight, aud confront a
world's wonder it were a solemn and
awful scene truly. But is tlmro fnr
those who have ceased to refmnl M10
Scnpture s letter, ami who reject the '
old notion of the resurrection of the I
body, no sea which shall yield up its
1 . 77, r(al'fec"on, or a the honor
.1 11,1 .lil.AIIA. IliA , .
uinuHui, mv wouueas ana mystery
of life?
in the sea of memory, the worlds
costliest freight has gone down; and for
every dead thought ami wonl and deed
shall be its own resurrection. Nothing
of
is lost nothing can be evaded,
deeds shall meet us, every one,
Our ,
aim 1
stand there with unveiled faces, sol
emnly accusing or else excusing us, injlc
the hour wheu our souls shiver, unclad , r
and stripped of all earthly pomp and , which clearly indicates that slang is al
circumstanees, on the farther shore of lied to irreverence, and that Its effects
that sea which llows forever between may not be expected to stop at the mere
the living and the dead. It becomes us corruption of speech,
to have a care that the long procession American society, too, it is feared, if
shall be one in whose face we are not weighed in tiie balance, will be found
afraid to look. j by no means free from this social weight
I should like to tell you of the worn- upon good breeding. Slang, in one form
anly dignity, the unaffected earnestness or another, is almost universal here, but
of Mrs. Burleigh's delivery of the pic-
turesque suitableness of her attire a
heavy, handsomely mmlo black silk,
with simple white necktie of all the
pleasant details which add to her work
the grace of womanhood, while they
take from it nothing of its strength or
cllectivenesM.
But photographs of women, whether
j pen-photographs or other, are usually
failures. The impression 1 brought!
away with me r most interest to tho
outside world, is that 0110 woman, by
her altsolute fitness of her calling, has
proved that woman's place is as much
111 the pulpit ns in the jtnrlor. We are
human souls, and let us do each one the
work to which God calls tut, whether it
he with pen of poet, or broom of house
wife. Pretty Creatures.
Men arc dying every day.
Widows are groping about with tear
dimmed eves in total ignorance of that
which is necessary to lie done to settle !
and arrange business matters upon
which the comfort of their fatherless
children depends.
Still do tiro majority of women ignore
the importance of understanding and
taking an interest in business matters,
sulllcicnt to know what needs to he at
tended to, in case they are left alone to
battle with the world.
Many men are culpable for the ignor
ance of their wives. "They do not ped
dle their affairs to women. Let my
wife attend to her business and I'll at
tend to mine," is" the motto of many
very good, but shoit-sighted men.
From men, women are impressed that
knowledge of business matters makes
them appear "strong-minded," and to
be attractive they must not bother their
heads with the intricacies and perplexi
ties with which men are daily brought
in contact.
It Is amusing to see these pretty crea
tures toss their heads in disdain of hav
ing anything to do with disagreeable
subjects; all matter-of-fact practicali
ties, and the routine of business per
sued by the sharer of joys and woes be
ing included in the tabooed category.
She couhLnot write a bank check cor
rectly, even if to fail were the forfeit of
much desired acquisition to her already
elaborate wardrooe.
And notwithstanding the "finish" of
her education in a fashionable seminary
to the expense of several thousands of
dollars you might as well ask a dancing-jack
to compute the interest on a
note, as to i magi no her dainty head
equal to the task.
Poor thing, her power of strength and
inexhaustible exchequer may die some
day, and leave a nice fortune to be used
up by the bad management of lawyers,
and she will find her revenue suddenly
cut off, and discover herself as helpless
as a babe in the woods. Fools will only
learn by experience. Elm Orlou.
Mkn Gossips. A woman gossip, like
a man drunkard, is bad indeed, but of
an things a man gossip and a drunken
woman are the worst. To see a man
shaking Ills head and twisting his
mouth over bitts of tattle ami making
a -great ado about nothing, is disgnst-
Now and then one sees a regular old
man gossip, although they are not as
frequently met with as among women,
which is a tiling to cause rejoicing, be
cause one man gossip can do more harm
than ten women with each a poisonous
sting on the end of her tongue. He sets
forth the things lie tells as facts, and
puts the seal of credulity upon them bi
saying: "I ought to know what I sap ,
for being a man I see both sides of life,
and get at the truth when you wonioii
cannot." That settles It, and Ma
jority accept the bugbears for gospel. j
Who says a woman has no influence
in elections? A woman appeared at
t o Sixth ward polls, recently, leading
her husBand by tho arm. Ticket dis
tributors crowded around lnm, but she
waived them away, saying: "Never
mind; I vote this man." She pressed
through the crowd around the ballot
box and saw that her husband cast his
ballot, after which she went out of tho
building and led up two more men to
vote, making thom vote as she said.
Cleveland Vlaindettlcr.
Although brevity is tho soul of wit,
did you over know a man more funny
when he was a little short?
"Women and Slang1.
There is a lengthy article in the Sat-
urdau Review, comnarinc tho wnniii of
England and thoso of other nations,
which promises to attract no little at
tention. In the outset.it hints ar. thm
avlslnnnn " f .. C f ;. i
vAijanw vii .1 aunt; ui uuairs 111 goou
English society that has no parallel
here, simply because our best societv i
atonce neither so good or so bad. There
,k uuit:, iiuu h limn uiu itteitiorv ot
thoso who read this, when the Kneiish
patrician girl was the very type of mod
esty and sweetness, compared with
whom the French cirl was a forward.
subtle "thing;" but according to the
writer referred to above, all that lias
been changed, and a comparison of tho
tho two ladies redounds to Uie disad
vantage of the fair young Briton. Slang,
It seems, isat the bottom of it. For the
1 last ten years the fairer half of English
patrician society seems to have been
gradually cankered by the introduction
of slang phrases. According to the Sat
urday Jleview, tho ladies of England
arc breaking out into strange oaths, and
adopting the used-up expletives of
roughs aud rowdies. This is a suffi
ciently startling assertion, but the
writer evidently knows whereof he
speaks, and gives some fearful examples
withal. It is the characteristic of the
nnlilirviHnii rnfarrMl tn that. it. ia Tr-
seriptively entitled to speak for and of
the higher classes of English soeiety.
Among that society its circulation is
almost universal, and the plain infer
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ence is that no significant statements
would appear in its columns whose
falsity could be speedily exposed. That
English society, therefore, has become
vitiated b v the prevalence of fashionable
slant: ma? bo accented as a fact: and un-
fortunately this slang appears to be of
tne worst description. The writer oven
goes so tar as to charge the jneiisn
adies with "little ventures into the
region of blasphemy." an accusation
we are happy to believe that it is as yet
a stranger to the bouihor. At an
events, if American women certainly
if Southern women use slang at all, it
is innocuous slang, and widely separated
from tho sort to which the English
writer refers. The worst that they are
guilty of, aud it is not a trivial fault, is
the assumption of nicknames, which
has changed all our Marys and Sarahs
and Harrictsand Margarets in to Mollies
and Sallies aud Hatties aud Maseies.
But slang is objectionable in any form,
and no 011c who has under his control
the morals of a household should neglect
to suppress its first exhibition as a dan
gerous laxity, which brings, immmlesta
and irreligion in its train.
Thk Lace Giti op Nottixoham.
Every lace niachineemploying two men
requires 20 to 30 women, to wind the
silk or cotton first, and to dress, finish,
clip anil scollop, ami card or fold, and
pack up the goods at fast. The above is
a mndcrato estimate of the proportion
of girls over 10 years old required.
"Pattern girls," who make up pattern
books, and post up anil prepare, ticket
and number little packets of patterns to
go abroad, and who therefore must have
some education, or at least write fairly,
get about 1 a week. From 3 or 4 to 30
or 40 of these smart girls are employed
in each warehouse. They must be
dressed well, .and sometimes rather
smartly, because they are constantly in
and out the sale rooms, and seen by Uie
buyers. "Jcnniers," who wind the
lace on the cards, get about 1 a week,
and finishers generally 12s. to 1, Ss.
These are "warehouse hands," though
they do not get, on an average, higher
wages if so much tor a clever frame
clipper, or winder, in a factory can earn
from 13 to 25 shillings a week. "Dress
ing" is dirty work, done in intensely
hot rooms, in enormously large build
ings, but the girls wages are very high.
This immense demand for female la
bor the town, of course, cannot supply.
The work is so lucrative and so light
and agreeable, especially the warehouse
work, that young girls are attracted
from all the towns and villages around,
and even from a considerable distance.
Theso girls live, remote from their
friends, in lodgings. Sometimes one or
two join and rent a house, and live to
gether.
A Western Joke. The Peoria Tran
script tells this joke on one of the deni
zens ot tnat place: two gentlemen re
cently wont across the river, several
miles, hunting snipe. One of them un
derstood the business; the other dhl not,
haviug only "herd tell or it," ana
dreamed about it. The man wlio was
posted told the other that lie must take
a bag, hold its month open, and stand
quietly until the birds Hew into the bag,
as they surely would do. So tire uniti
ated chap took his post to wait for the
coming of tho birds, while the other
went into the woods to scare them to
wards the man with the bag.
of attempting to scare up any birds he
walked leisurely back to the city ami
went to bed. The victimized individual
came back about one o'clock at night,
complaining that he had noteaught a
bird, aud that his companion 111 hunt
ing had been l03t- Wuetl .U! ??t
came out somebody was mad, but had
to treat, nevertheless
A very distinguished Paris physician
says: "I believe that, during the twenty
years I have practiced my profession,
twenty thousand children have been
carried to tho cemetries, a sacrifiee to
the absurd custom of exposing their
arms, l'ut tne uuio ot a thermometer
into a baby's mouUi, and the mercurv
rises to ninety degrees. Now. onrrv the
same to its little hand; if the arm Ikj
bare and even cool, tho mercury will
sink to fifty degrees. Of course, all the
blood that llows through theso arms
must fall ton to forty degrees below tho
temperature of tho heart. Need I say,
when these currents of tho blood How
back to tho chest, the child's vitality
must bo moro or less compromised '.'
And need I add that we ought not to be
surprised at the frequently reeurriiiir af
fections of the tongue, throat or stom
ach?" This is what a Gloucester paper
says: "Oiie of the biggest doses of Masses
and water- ever mixed in his harbor
was yesterday forenoon, when eighty
blooming damsels were bat iingon Uie
Pavilion beach at ono tune.