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About The new Northwest. (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 14, 1873)
v : mf' BBaawnaTJiai-'1 ' - .L . n MRS. A. J. UfMHUT. IMHor and IToprlttor OFKICE-Cor. Front anil Klnrk Streets. A Journal for the Teople. , ".1 ' Devoted to the Interests of Humanity. Independent In Tolltlcs and Religion. Mlve to alt Live Issues, and Thoronshly Radical In Opposing and Esposlng the Wrong TERMS, IX ADVANCE: ol the Masses. One vwir. Six month Three ihomUm. nn i n ... 1 w Correspondents writing over assumed signa tures must make known their names to "the Blltor.or no attention will he given to their com m unleatlons. AmTiRTWEMENTSIiwertedon Reasonable Term. VOLUME III. j?OTtO?I.VlVr, OREGON, FBIDAV, NOVE3IBEB 1-1, 1873. NUMBER, J ' 1 Trr: Fuse Sfkkcu, Krek IT.ess, Free People. HLIZABETU A.D JUU. A LITTLE STOKY IX VUbl V ! ipkshor ii. w. iNcrw.utr.' " Elizabeth - was a homely maiden of (he Quaker faith who lived by the banks of the Delaware In the primitive Colonial day. She receive a message from the Lord to love n yon n ; man named John I5augh, whom she had known m England year before, and aed dentally uu--: In li-r new kume. Site con feme her love to lilm i n thee blunt verges: But.au they tart.-.l,-KliaUth lingered a little, a lean I m; I Her herhoiM'' nerk. ,n awhlaiier said toJohn KMauel.: "Tarry a while behind, lor I have something to tellih.-.-, Not to be sken llgntl) , nor In the pretence of otbrn.: Them it roim-rni-il, not, only tne and thee It ooueernHli." And they rod.- -lowly alon: through the moods, coaverbinif together. II was a plcnsurc to breathe the Iraeranl air of inr lom.1 It wax t plejuuir lo live on that blight and PPT May morning! :ilutM-tii iuii(l.ttiafh Mill vtik a certain hai Then Kl reiurtjtn.v Ah It lmoHlr.1 to reveal a aeeret ahe tain would have guarded: "I wtll no longer -onrinl what Ja laM anon rue to ta-11 thrr; I have received imm the Ixtrd a charge to love tltee. John KKtnnsh." But the younc man, Instead of meeting her half way, iioiul- to take the tMalieriiilocou Mideration.and seek Divine conntel: And John Kftauch made answer, surpriwd by the wordu "tie had spoken: "lteautMt lo me are thy converse, thy ways, thy ineeknewt orn)iiril: Pleasant thy frankness of Kpeeeh, and thy Muls immaculate whlteneiw. Love without dissimulation, a holy and Inward adorning. But I have jet no lulil to lead me, no voice to direct me. When the lrdv work i dune, and the toll and the Inlior completed He hath appointed to ine.I wdl gather Into the atiUneKs Ul my own heart awhilc.aml listen and wait for his guidance" He wltbipcrs a formal good-bye. hvwm the ocean to Kngland, walls for the proper culd anee, vrltk-h comes at hut, and he seeks her anew: Then John Estatnrh came hnek o'er the sea for i ne pre mat was ottered. ueuer inau noustsa ami I MX, the (in of a woman's anecuon. And on the rind-Day that followed, he rose In the Silent Assembly, Holding in his strong hand a hand that trem- 1.1 IUH. I'mmisingtobe kind and true and faithful in an tilings. Hneh were the marriage-riles of John and KHz abeth Kstaagh. John's Premise. A PATHETIC STORY OP WKBTEHN LIFE. .Sumner was a mushroom city which had sprung up on the banks of a ravine that cut through the western bin lis of the Missouri. In a thicket of oak sap lings, high up on the side of one of those bluils, stood a hastily-built house, sided with rough, upright, cottonwood boards, as are many of its wetsern neighbors a rusty stove-pipo sticking through the roof; a small window, cur tained by a scalloped-edged newspaper, and a white door taken from a sunken steamboat, whose nicely-finished panels contrasted strangely with its surround ings; completing the exterior. One pleasant May evening, just as the shrill whistle of a steam boat echoed among the hills, this door was opened by a pleasant young woman, who was followed by a crying child. "Oh, Sammy, quit your noise; that's puppy's little man; see the great big boat 'way yonder," lifting him up; "don't you see? look sharp now, closo ag'in the bank. Does Sammy want to go and see the bigltoat.aud see pappy?" The willing feet toddled down the path; but the mother called, "Walt a bit, and mammv'll nack Sammv:" and tying on a pink sun-bounet, she took him in her arms ami started down tnc steep, crooked path. It was a picturesque scene that lay before her. Thesunlight, sifting through the trees that shaded the western hills, dinted the windows here and there, and reached, like a golden bar, just across the ton of the forest on the low, eastern sltore. Scattered through the hollows m1 up the sides of the bluffs, were divers nouses, rromtue pretentious gothic dwelling on the northern hill, and the brick business houses down the street, to log cabins and cottonwood shanties; while the road that wound up the bed of the ravine was lined with a long, white train of Denver-bound freight-wagons. She reached the steep main street to find it filled with wagons, that had been turned crosswise of the street, to rest the teams. But edging her way close to the clay bank, she reached the river just as the steamer was leaving the wharf. The snorting of the engine aud the shoutiugof thedeck-hauds, together with the puffing of the mill near by, was too much for baby-bravery, and Sammy's lip began to qluver. Catching him in her arms, his mother sat down on a saw-log, saying, "There, there, honey, don't beafeared, be nappy's man, now." The tide-waves of the receding boat sank lower and lower on the sand; the gay crowd that leaned over the guards grew indistinct, anil she peered more eagerly in among the tall cottonwood trees on the opposite shore. At length four men came out of the woods, and en tering a skill, started across the river. She watched the skill anxiously, for it frequently disappeared between the waves that were raised by the stron south winds such winds belong as proverbially to Kansas springs, as whooping-cough to children, or gapes to chickens. Four rough-looking men, in red wool en shirts for lumbermen did not pre tend to wear coats except in the rough est weather jumped out of the skiff, andwitli boisterous laughter, and rude jests, entered the mill. Presontly one of them spied her and came toward her saying, boisterously, "Iloorah for you, 2ancy! Whatever brought vou 'uus down 'ere this time of evoniu'? Mighty finedoins when you oughler to he to home gettin' your old man a bite o' supper. Packed that young tin down, too, I'll bet! Beckon vou'd as well get back right quick, now!" He snatched the baby from her aud tossed him on his shoulder, bhouting, "Iloorah for pap py's man! Peertest boy in this 'ere town! Mighty proud to see his pa'p!" Poor Nancy! Her husbaud wasdrunk again. She hurried up the street, pinning her deep sun-bonnet more closely about her face, that passers might not sec the tears that woultl come. He had kept soberi au iuug tiiui sue umi uopeu ne would come home sober again. She had an ticipated ) much pleasure in meetin him, after his week's absence. How olteu alio ImU thought of it in these long, lonely night, when she had onlv her child and herthoughs for company! It took but a few minutes to put sup per on the table. Then she sat down on the door-step to watch for her husband, worrying all the time lest he let some thing happen to Sammy. When at last he came, the effects of tho liquor were wearing off, and he ate his supper and smoked his pipe in sullen silence. Sho could not eat a mouthful, but she dared not let the tears come, for she knew that would make him angry. So she led Sammy, laying her face on his head once in awhile, to force back the chok ing lunipthat kept rising in her throat; then she hastened to rock him asleep, lest his fretfulness should disturb his father. The first peep of dawn found her bus ily preparing breakfast, for she knew that John wanted an early start. The sound of the coffee-mill awoke him from his heavy sleep, and he lay quietly watching her by the light of the dim grease lamp, as she. moved quickly back and forth from table to stove; from theucc to tho little row of shelves, in lieu of a cupboard, setting on the dishes, watching the bacon, and taking the crisp corn-dodger from the oven, "SIi o is a dear, good wife," thought he; "what a scoundrel I was to make her feel so badly!" Ho knew that he had been rough to her the night before. He wished that he could remember what he said. Of course he never cot dead- drunk, but he wished that he ever could let whisky alone. His breakfast was just to his liking, and his wife as cheerful as if he was the best man in tho world. Ho wanted to say something pleasant to break the awkward silence, but he did not know how to begin. He had an uncomfortable feeling that lie ought to begher pardon; but being a man, of course he did not condescend to that. At length he be gan by saying: "You was right peert about your breakfast this- morning, Nancy." "Oh, I allowed most likely you'd want to get oft" early," she answered. "Yes, Joues wauts us there ag'in sun rise. It's only a fifty-log raft; reckon wo can get It down to Leavenworth ag'in the night train starts, and I'll get right on, anu be oacK to Atchison afore day. Don't catch me foolin' away an other day 'round that old fort." "Oh, John! I'm so proud" she paused abruptly, for his eyes dropped with a look of conscious shame. What mood was he in? Would it do to speak then? He had moved back from the tabic, aud there was a serious, far-away look in his eyes, but nothing sullen or forbidding. She went around and dropped on her knees besido him, slipped her arms about his neck, saving: "Oh, John, I wish you'd promise me you'd never drink no more whisky!" "That's most too hard on a fellow; but ril promise not to not to drink too much a'gin," lie answered. "But I am afearcd that wouldn't do no good." "You talk like you thought I hadn't sense enough to stop when I've got enough, if I ry," ho exclaimed. "Oil, Jonn, don't talk so! lou know you promised me that nigh onto a year ago; out you iniuK you'll just take one dram, and then just ono more, and afore you know it, It's too much. If you'd only promise now, that you'd never taste nary drop ag'in." Still ho kept his eyes steadily turned away from hers. "Don't you mind now," she went on, "how your mother said one time, 'I reckon, Nancy, you count John a mighty rough chap, . but he's all right at tne core;' anu don't you minu now she used to pray for you in them old times jjou'tyou mind tlio evenin' we heard her praying down by the old spring? If she's watching you among the stars, how proud she'd be to hear your promise! And John," she con tinued, dropping her voice to a whisper, "I pray, too, sometimes. I haven't never told you, but I've been feeling right serious here of late. I've taken to readin' my Bible, and I've made up mind to live better n I used to; aud pray for you, too, and it seems like (Sod bears me." And she laid her head on his shoulder to hide her tears. His arms slipped around her, but he still kept his eyes turned stubbornly away from hers. At last, laying his face against hers, lie spoke earnestly, "Yes, Nancy, I promise." Presently, starting up, he exclaimed, "If I havn't stayed plum till daylight!" "Oh, John! come and kiss baby afore you go he looks so sweet. Sammy! Sammy! wake up, honey, and kiss pap; innv "Bless his sleepy eyes! Pappy's little man! I'U bring mm some canuy wnen I como home ag'in." AH day Nancy went about with such a light, cheery heart as she had not carried in Iter bosom for many a day; singing snatches of old hymns, and thinking happy, hopeful thoughts of him who, all those Jong hours, was working his rudder against the strong current or tne .Missouri. That evening the stars shono brightly down upon her when she knelt by the little window, aud asked God's blessings on her husband and his good resolutions. But she was awakened, a few hours afterward, by a Tush and confusion, a shower of glass and hail across her bed; aud catching her baby In her arms, she sprang up frightened and bewildered. It was a terrible storm one long to be remembered by all who felt Its terrors. tne aeaieniug roar or the wind and hail almost drowned the loud thunder-clans i. uuiiuiuK uiwn ui jiguining snowed the trees almost bent to tho ground, and the house rocked to and fro like a cradle. She suddenly felt a new, strange feeling, as If sho was flying, floating through the air. She thought she was dizzy, and caught hold of the bed. A terrible crasn sue never Knew how It happened! Her baby's cries aroused her. The wind and rain chilled her through. She started to spring up, but something held her down. A shook of pain darted over her, and putting out lnrhaud she felt a great beam lying heavily across her limbs. It seemed as though it was crushing her. Some thing struck her, then another, aud an other. How they stung! O! was her child unsheltered from that pitiless storm? His screams grew louder. O! sho must sec him! She could see noth- in through the thlcc tiarkness, out she knew that be was not far off. What if he, too, was fastened, crippled! She stretched out her arms; every move ment made her pain more excruciating. Sho strained every nerve; sho could al most reach him. What if he was free, and could come to her? "Oh! Sammy! Sammy!" she called; "como to mammy." The ch'Id ceased crying. She heard him move. His warm body ! touched her hand that was grooplug In the darkness. She cought liim in her arms aud hugged him to her breast. She felt of his head, his arms, his feet; sound and whole. How thankful she was for that. But how those cruel hail stones must have bruised him. She rested him -on the ground and crouched over him; she could move just enough for that. The frightened child ceased crying and put his arms about her neck. If she could only find something to shelter them from the storm. She reached around, but could touch only cold mud. . Oh! that terrible pain! She had al most forgotten it in her anxiety for her child. It grew more and more intoler able. It seemed as though tiie hail stones struck through her brain. "What if they killed her! "Was she afraid to die? Visions of eternity, of the heaven of her faith, rose before her. Should she dwell with God aud tho angels for ever? Was it possible that there would nover be an end? No, she was not afraid of death. But her child, her husband how could sho leave them? Not yet! No, no, when life had just opeued before her! She must iivo to help John keen his promise. God would spare her for that. How long it would be until morning. How could fcho bear the pain so long? Oh! it would be ter rible if John should come and find her lying there cold aud stiff. John did lovo her, oh! so well. He had loved her so long. It seemed so many yeaes since he first told her that he loved her; it was on the mountain side, in dear old Ten nessee. How far away it seemed! How the sun shouc and the birds sang! How dreamy and bewildered her thoughts were! How still the bay was! Yes, she could feel his heart beat. She no longer felt the pelting of the storm; had it ceased? Her thought was answered by a rush of wind from a new direction. She felt the great weight lifting oil" from her. She was free! Then something struck her. Tho train went snorting into Win throp just at dayliguU John jumped oir, and was the first to reach the ferry. He had never seen Atchison so quiet. With the exception of tlioso who had crossed on the -ferry, and a few early risers who were hurrying up the street, the town seemed asleep; but as hu passed Commercial street, he saw a man who was riding a mule, coming down in great haste, who cried out, "How d'y, John!" "Why, Jake," he replied, "is that you? 1 allowed you was half way to Denver afore now." "We started yesterday, but we had a powerful storm on the prairie out here, last night. Wo chanced to be right near to a house, and they let us in; butltsent our old wagons rolling over and over across theprairic,Iikeapatch of tumble weeds, mid our oxen all stampeded. I'm on the hunt of 'em." "It don' t look like it had reached Atch ison." "No; I reckon it just took a streak." John hurried on down the river. The road ran so near the bank that the steady swash of tho water seemed under his feet- the birds were singing in the trees, and the sunshine came creeping down the bluffs overhead. How eager he was to get home that morning! His heart was full of new plans and new purposes. He could keep his promise, and ho would; ho would never make Nancy's heart acho again by breaking that promise. Ho stopped suddenly had tho storm reached Sumner? The tall buildings along the wharf were leaning rootless, one this way, another that; as if tho wind, coming over the uiuus, nau reaencu just low enough to unroof them. Ho hastened around tho foot of tho hill; there lay tho brick hotel, the boast of tho town, In scattered iragmcnts over tho ground, likea wasp's nest scattered by the house-keeper's broom. Hclooked around; three-fourths of the town lay in ruins. How was it with his home? JIo ran up tho street until he could sec where it stood. Gone! Not a vestige of it left. Perhaps they had escaped before tho storm; perhops Scarcely knowing what ho did. ha bur. rled to tho nearest house that was yet stauuing, ami wiiuout ceremony opened the door. There was no one In thn room, but on a couch In one corner, a white sheet "sunk to the still propor tions" of two silent forms. Moved by some strange Impulses, he turned back the covering that shrouded the faces Nancy and the baby! Shocked, stunned, he sank on his knees nnd laid his head on that dear form. Who can describe, who can comprehend the utter desola lation of that hour? Oh! the thoughts and memories that crowded upon him many of them bitter, regretful thoughts. But there was ono memory for which he was thankful; that he had not listened to the tempter which had whispered to him yestcr-morn, that it would be weak and unmanly to yield to linrronueaL They found him there an hour after ward, but ho asked no questions, made no roply to their attempts at consola tion, aud they left him alone with his dead. There was "hurrying to and fro" in Sumner that day, for many were left homeless; many bruised and crippled by the storm. Aud the mourners who wended their way up the long hill to the burying-ground, wero as silent as though the silence had been broken by tho tolling of solemn bells. In her recent "Outlines of Men, Wom en and Things," Mary Clemmer Ames writes this paragraph, which Is only too true: "The sister is taught, whatever her temptation may be, that she must bo good: the brother is left to believe that. however ho tries, ho cannot help being bad. It is expected of him that he will grow to be a resiectable man some day. but before that event, through the law of ins nature, ne inusi necessarily be very wicked. The sister is taught sho must preserve herself blameless for the future husband to whose life she is to be the crown: the brother is left to snend the same time in 'sowing his wild oats.' To his wife he is to bring no virginity of heart, no purity or person, no record or . . , , a stainless iiasi. .uuuy a man iooks Into tho eyes of the wife who trusts him as she does her God, into the faces of his daughters who believe him to bo scarcely lower than tho angels, with a secret remorse which cannot be meas ured, as memory forces in upon his thought what ho has been perhaps what he is. With what shamo he is conscious that if they know his secret history, he would stand trausiormed be fore theireyea:" Talks by the Fireside, nv MEitrr.ni.E moss. At our last talk we had the servant girl question up. Jennie Baker came late and out of breath, aud her pulls and ruffles, and ribbons and frizzes a little less elaborate than usual. "It's too provoking," she cried; "here I've lost your delightful tea-table chat, and Mrs. Moss' warm gems, aud am tired to death, just because our girl took a tantrum and left after dinner, and I bad to go into the kitchen and work like a plantation slave, aud my hands are as rough as nutmeg graters." "Well, well, Jenule," .said Mrs. Sul livan, "such experiences won't hurt you a bit; it will prepare you for house keeping." "I've had sufficient experience," an swered Jennie, bridling, conscious that George Clay pool, a poor but rising at torney, was listening; "I know how to keep houso us well as anybody, but then when we hire a girl and pay for her services, why can't she do her work decently and not fly oil at a tangent wheuover her mistress dares assert that she is mistress. Now Jane Jones had a good easy place at our house, but mamma could not get her to do the work as she wished. We tried to endure all delinquencies, but for tho past week everything has been unusually slack. Tho dishes were greasy and dingy, the knives half scoured, the bread sour, and nothing fit to eat. Afterdinuer mamma told her tho bread had stood long enough, and to bake it before it soured, and the pert thing snapped out, 'Mrs. Bajtcr, if I can't do the work my tray here, I'll just go where I can. There's plenty of places where theyMJje glad to have me.' 'Very well,' said mamma, ' But where in tho world 1 you can go. we can find another girl is beyond my knowledge. Girls are scarce." "They are that," said Mrs. Nelson. "I've been tryiug to find one for a month. But then one might as well not have one, for they will not do an you want." "The trouble Is right here," said Mrs. Sullivan, "when women have to make their living, housework is the last resort They teach a subscrintion school, or ! take boarders, or make dresses, or bon . . nets, or do plain sewing, anything rather than housework. Society puts a stigma on the hired girl. Indies con sider washing dishes, sweeping, etc., be neath them, aud feel disgraced should the force of circumstances compel them to roll up their sleeves, aud work in the kitchen. You, Jennie Baker, thought it a fearful imposition on your ladyship to act Bridget for a single afternoon." "So it was," pouted Jennie, "it spoiled my hand3 for drawing aud music prac tice." "Yet is not the preparing of good wholesome food for ourselves and fam ilies Justus important as drawing aud music?" "Of course it Is," answered Jennie, "and I believe every woman ought to know how to do housework, but then I hate It. I don't think that tho kitchen is every woman's sphcro any more titan tho blacksmith's shop Is every man's. There is a diversity in woman's talents; some arc fitted for one thing and some for auother." "I conccdo all that," said Mrs. Sul livan; "you know I believe in a woman doing whatever work she is best fitted for by naturo and education. What I am warring against is tho notion that housework is low, degrading. Why, there is as much science and art in housekeeping as in anything under the sun." "I know that," said Mrs. Nelson, "but how are you going to make hired girls understand that? Look at Mrs. Moss' table; everything is cooked in the best and most palatablo manner, but how are you going to teach servants to thus cook? They wou't learn, they won't do as you tell them, and they feel Insulted Now when a man hires a man to do cer-. ni.. icnrL-. ho tolls him what to do and I because you no want, mem to leant how to do it. ami he does it." i ' ' ' . , . , .... "I don't like to testify against my sex," said Dr. Blair, looking amused, "but 1 hired a blundering fellow last spring who washed the carriage inside as well as out, who blacked my boots with the stove polish, and who, despite all I could say, would never closo tho barn door. Moreover, he was always ready to swear that he knew everything and n little more. After ho planted the Ceas with tho corn, and my flower ullis In tho onion bed, and pruned my dwarf pear-trees to a single witho so that they would grow 'bigger,' I con cluded to dispense with his services." "O, men arc not a whit more efficient in tho long run, than women," retorted Mrs. Sullivan. "I've seen women go ahead and make boxes, and mend chairs, and do five hundred otheflhlngs where a man would have twirled his thumbs, ami said nu couiuiri without toots. The demand for good kitchen girls is much larger tuan tuo supply. And it Is but human nature to take advantage of that fact not by striking for higher wages as men do they aro too ignorant for that but by annoying their emnlovers. Girls know too that they are considered Inrerlore, that their work is deemed of low rank, and that tends to make them disagreeable.- To strike at the root of this matter, we must elevate kitchen work, talk of it as something noble and important, as it is, aud then we must be willing to pay more for skilled labor than for poor; that will induce girls to take more pride in their calling, and to icel more real respect, lor innnselves and their employers, l tio not know that mv nlan would work with everv one, out i arric unggs nas nveo with me ror three years, anu sue is now as careful, faithful ami painstaking as one could wish. When she came, she was inclined to be pert, supercilious and shiftless. Hold her at first that I had always managed my household and should continue to do so, that each ono had their own ways or working, but that while sho lived with me r wanted her to adopt my ways, that I should try to be plcasaut, kind, agreeablo and just to her, aud toacttowaru ueras i should wish a mistress to act were I in her 1 r t. .1 1.1 i . iiuee, anu i jiujtcu out.- nuiu iieak mo iu the same manner. I did not tell her these things iu a haughty, disagreeable manner, but during a long, pleasant chat which wc had at first; tliev all como out and somehow impressed the girl just right, and sho resolved she would try to suit mc, and I strength ened her resolution by the promise of higher wages when she should learn to manage aud work as I wished. We have never had any difficulty, and she Is a most capable, efficient worker. True we havo our failings and limeseT impaiieuee anu irritahiiuy, but I al- ways strive to not Infringe on her rights or to impose on her good nature." "Mrs. Sullivan," said Dr. Blair, "the philosophy of your success witu your hired girl lies in tne lact mat you respect her rights as you would have hefix'spect yours. The best of us get ..t ,.r i, nuMfitnnaitv. a,wl w v... our ill-uature upon our inferiors. We flaS aml house-wins a fortune, "see scold aud find fault with our children ! ow easy it is," savs sin; "it don't cost and serrants as we dare not with an!' anything. Look at those young equal, aud if they resent or attempt to explain, we compiaiti oi imputieuce. We accuse unjustly, or blame unreason ingly, and if they try to defend them selves, we tell them to shut up, that we don't want any of their sauce." "That's so," rejoined Mrs. Sullivan, "we say just what arouses their com bativeness and makes them want to talk back and then we stop their talking back." "We are too selfish to our employes, in many respects," continued Dr. Blair. "We ought to bo their friends, to inter est ourselves in their concerns, aud be their advisers. There aro a hundred little courtesies we can bestow, aud many kindly words we can give which will give eucourageraeut to and help them. If they are ignorant, rude and animals or machines, but as ing., with good aud bad streaks, and imssessing bodies, hearts, souls and brains. Young men who work for wages have their stated hours, ami their regu lar times for rest, but hired girl3 have no noon, and toil from early morn uutil time to sleep. Each day they go over the same monotonous routine in a dingy kitchen, feeling that they aro msnials, ' envying the mistress in the bright parlor." Your Jfomc Magazine. Kl.KMKNTS OF A HOMK. I HOVCr S.1W a garment too fine for man or maid; there never was chair too good for a cobbler, or cooper, or king to sit upon; never a house too fine to shelter a hu man head. These elements above us the gorgeous sky, the imierial suu, aro not too good for the human race. Kle- ganco fits man. But do we not value i.i a 1 these toolsof liouse-kcepinga little more than they aro worth, anu sometimes mortgage a home for the mahogany we would bring Into it? I had rather eat my dinner ofl the head of a barrel, or dress after the fashion of John the Bap tist in the wilderness, or a sit on a block all my life, than consume myself before I get a homo aud take too much pains with the outside, that the Inside of it was as hollow as an empty nut. Beauty is a great thing; but beauty of garments, house and furniture is tawdry orna ment, compared with domestic love. All the elegance in the world will not make a home, aud I would give more for a spoonful of real hearty lovo than for whole shiploads of furniture, and all the gorgeousness that all the upholsters In the world could gather together. Theodore I'tirkcr. The routine of necessary domestic du ties, withall its boasted beauty, becomes dwarfing to the mind, nut because it is a routine of degrading duties, but be cause it is a routine. It is no disgrace to work worthily in the kitchen, but it is a disgrace to have no thoughts higher than the kitchen. Ami yet this is the precise condition toward which some of our purest and best housewives aro tending. The terpent of care gradually throws its folds about the mind, till un der the pressure of our complex civili zation, the mind yields its very life. Becauso ambition and interest in the great world outside tho precincts of home havo been killed by these little cares, many minds stagnate and shrivel into dwarlishness. While wo would i give the first place to the high minis tries of charity ami religion, we would not despise a due attention to civil science as a powerful mode of counter- acting the narrowing tendency of dally routine. And this grand outlook to- r . I i I 1 I .. I . ..!... warn iiiibui.ii umi uuuiiii iiiiuiu, i.ibjiui than unfitting the mind for home ami homes duties, gives new power and zest for homo life. jromait' Journal. A few years ago, when a number of ladies in San Francisco became inter ested in the subject of the advancement and elevation ot women in both a polit ical anil business sense, two sisters Miss Lelia and Miss Mary Curtis made, up their minds to prepare themselves for nntlvn hnqtnnsq lif Willi thr rnn- Kont nf tlinlmnmnf tliotr riimo to Nnw York to acquire tho art of wood cngrav - uncultured, wo should strive to inform I ami refine thorn bv our dailv associa- ! bright it makes the ey iim, tr xvo .,i,ir irnm!. faithful sor- stun: One day you meet h vanrs. wn must tr...it them notas slaves. JY "What aro you doing ing, and remained at the Loopcr 111- lucuiueia iuimjso weir weary uouies stitutc, until they considered themselves in the care of Divine goodness, soothing prepared to engage in business. They ! their overtaxed mind to tho living re then returned to San Francisco, and, alitlcs of a beautiful dreamland; awak under the nauio of Delia Curtis & Co., cneil, refreshed and invigorated for the establishment, coming day's labor, by their having bid Tliev had devoted themselves to their business with Industry, fidelity and - ...... ... ... . skill. Their work has Increased on their hands, and they have now several other young ladies associated with them. Their establishment stands in reputation second to none in San Fran-r-Ispn Tn Mm meantime botli ladies have been married, which incidents in their lives have not been permitted to interfere with their business. A Cure kok Cancer. Tho following lias been handed in for publication: Take a piece of sticking plaster; cut a circular hole in the center thereof, a little larger than tho cancer, so as to have a small circular rim of healthy skin next to the cancer exposed. Then make a nlaster of chloride or zinc, ' blond root, nnd wheat flour. Snread on a niece or muslin of the size or the cir- cular opening, and apply to the cancer ior twenty-iour iiours. Ainr u is re moved it will be found that the cancer will lie burnt, and have the appearance, in color and hardness, of an old shoe sole, and tho circular rim outside will white and parboiled, as if scalded with steam. The wound must ! bo dressed. The cancer will come out a ! hard lump and the place will heal up. ! The remainder sloughs out like dead Hesh, aud new Uesii grows insieaii. Thus a perfect cure is completed. Potato Lemon Pcuihno. Three ounces of potatoes; tho peel of two large lemons; two ounces or white sugar, and two ounces of butter. Boll the lemon peel until tender, aud pound it in a mortar with the sugar; boil and peel the potatoes, mix together with a little milk and two eggs; hake slightly. Crackers. Eight cups or Hour; two cups or cold water; oue cup or butter; one egg, and three tea-spoonruls or bak-ing-iowder. Bake twenty-live minutes and then dry them. Talmas-e cn Sin. Sin comes to the young man. It says, "Take a game of cards it won't hurt you. Besides that, it is the way men make tneir lonune." it is on ya small Make- how easy It is. The young man plays, ami wins a horse and car- men who stici; to their salary, away down to the foot of the ladder, while you are in great prosperity." The young man is encouraged. Ho goes and plays larger and larger; the tide turns against him, he loses tho horse, the carriage, the house, loses the fortune. Crack! goes the Sheriffs mallet on the last household valuation. Down lower the man falls, until he pitches pennies for a drink, or clutches for devils that trample him in wild delerlnm. "The way of the transgressor is hard." Slu conies to a young man and says, "Take this glass it won't hurt you. It has a very fine flavor. Take a glass In the morning; it will bo an appetizer. Take a glais at noon; it will aid diges tion. Take a glass at night; it will make you sleep well." You arc in a glow while others are chilly. How 3 how elastic the ini and you here at noon? business." -' . J ..... jr...,. V." WH lit. V. mercy upou the young man when, through misdemeanor, lie loses his place. Every temptation of hell takes after him. Hoppled ami hand culled at thirty years of age by evil habit! Save that young man; he is on the express train that stops not until it tumbles over tho embankment of per dition. "The way of the transgressor Is hard." Sin conies to a youug man and says, "Take a dollar out of your employer's drawer; he won't miss it; you can put it back after awhile. Take auother! take another! Don't you see how easy it is? Hundreds of dollars added to your income in a year!" One day the police knock at the door, and suy, "I want you." Discovery has come; dis grace, imprisonment, loss of the soul. "The way of the transgressor is hard." But you need not look through the wicket of the prison to learn this, and to find the frozen feet, and the bruised brow, aud to hear the coughing lungs, resulting from crime. Every man lias found out by his own experience that tho way of the transgressor is hard, Sin demeans us; sin is-desperatc it lac crates, mauls the soul, it chains you like a dog, it whips you with innumer able stripes like a dog. Tlrere is a le gend abroad of some one of whom it was foretold that she would die of a serpent's bite. The father to keep her away from that, bunt a castle far out in the sea. iie said no serpent could crawl there; but one tlay a boat came under the castle, and the daughter saw grapes in it, and letting down a rope, she got the grapes and was eating them, when she found a serpent entwined in the cluster. It stung her aud she died. Sin may seem luscious and ripe, and to have all the wealth of the vineyard, but at last "it bitoth like a serpent and stingcth like an adder." Oh! have nothing to do with its approaches. It promises you a robe; it will cover you with rags. It offers you a chalice of luxurious beverage, it will hit you with wormwood. It promises you a throne. It will drive you into a kennel. Gorn Night. ITnw tenderly and sweetly falls tho geiitle "good nignt" into loving hearts, 'ai members of a family separate and retire for tho night. What myriads of hasty words and tlioulitless acts, engendered in thehurry and buisness of the day, are forover blotted out by its benign inlluence. Small token indeed; but it is the small courtesies that make up the suu of a happy home. It is only the little cour tesies that can so beautifully round the square corners in the homes of laboring men nnd women. The simple, "I thank you," for the favor received, will fill with happiness the heart of the giver. True wealth is not counted by dollars and cents, but by tho gratitude uud allection of the heart. If a home be happy, whether the owner possesses a patch of ground, one or one thousand acres, they are Indeed wealthy beyond a mathematical calculation. If a home bo happy, it is of Heaven the nearest earthly symbol. Then how much more lovingly are the sable folds of night gathered around the happy 1 home; how much more confidingly do I their loved ones au affectionate "good i -. f i.i . : r . t : 1 1 . ; 1 1 night," And ir, during this lire, we have faithfully attendedto all these lit tle courtesies, these little soul-needs, if human hn- i tuougut you were at we uayo careiuny guarueu au "uod's 'sixteen, can, with competent instruc hcarts" placed in our keeping, at the him, Mmnh,niiti,nnv ni.inU nrni.. close of its brief but eventful day. how Otltf ll I Iirtll much easier to bid all our loved ones a I'mal "good night." Who can read without emotion the story of the two little girls in Green Bay, Wisconsin? The eldest was seven years of age, the youngest only five. A drunken father left them alone In their room for six days, with only a small loaf of bread for food. When the chil dren were found, tho oldest was nearly dead, having refused to eat of the breail so that her little sister might not sutler. We hear a great ileal of hero- hes. Does history rurnish an example equal to this? A littlo girl, probably six years of age, appeared at one of the juvenile balls held recently at Long Branch iu an entire dress of lace of the most valu able description. It was made tho style of the day, and worn over pink silk. Tho laco being white, the effect was most beautiful. The dress was valued at $900. The little child also wore dia mond car-riugs, necklace and rings. Five years ago, says Grundy, this same child's father was a barkeeper in Cali fornia. It is stated that the costs of the re cent law-buit to establish the claims of women to medical education at Edin burgh University amount to S4.241. .iml that these costs have been thrown on tuo lauy stuuents. When a person feels sick at the stom ach, vomitiugcan bcnroventMl uv imi.i. ing tho hands in water as hot as can bo uorne, lemng it extend over the wrists if very sick keep a reclined position. A Life Scene. You know her. She lives on your street. Her features are either pinched, or full aud frowsy. Her dress Is wet, ill-fitting, and no particu lar pattern; her slippers are broken down; her hair is uncombed; her voice Is either coarse or shrill. You have seen her stand out in the back yard, and nut a bare arm up to her eyes, and under it peer out to tho fence or barn, where a man in an ill-fitting coat is searching for something, and heard her shout: "John! can't (ieorge bring mo some water?" 6 And you have heard him cry back: "If he don't get the water 1 will take every inch of flesh from his bones." And when you have looked at her again, does it seem possible that those angry eyes have drooped in maidenly reserve or raised in coquettish light to the face in the ill-fitting coat. Can you by any possible wrench of the imagina tion conceive of his tenderly passing peppermints to her; of his taking that hand in his and bashfully squeezing it. But it was so. Many a "tJod bless you" lias been uttered above that bare head, many a kiss pressed on that uncombed hair. The tightly compressed lips have lovingly framed tender invitations to him to take another bite of cuke ami Eickle. The bauds that are now par oiled and blistered and marked with scars from the bread knife and scratched from the last setting hen, were once twined lovingly about his neck, and the nose which is peaked and red, and looks as if it would stand on its hind legs and scream with rage, onco followed the once lovely figures of his new vest pat tern, or bore heavily against his jugular vein, as utile prouauie as this seems to you. it seems less to her. Sho has forgotten it. She won't hear It talked of by others. She cannot bear to see it acted by others. Two lovers are-to her "a passel of fools." Ami but George is rubbing his head, and we turned asido while our heroine re-adjusts her slipper. Daixbury 2ews. Enehgy. It lias been said that en ergy is the mind s hammer, hatchet and plow. It is a goodly weapon to hammer down all obstacles in the path way; it cuts away all difiiculties; it plows the roughest soil. Did ever a na tion achieve renown without energy ? Was there ever a person of note who was not energetic? No, the attainment of eminence is only reached by diligent study, close observation and unwaver ing energy. He who ha a thirst for knowledge and resolves in the language of the good old Itoman adage to "find" a way to make it," will be sure to succeed in any undertaking. He has the will tho way can be found. Look at thut man in pursuit of "worldly wealth." He pauses not to consider his own en joyment or ease, but straining every nerve to obtain that boon which his heart is set upon. Energy is tiie key to success. It un locks the secret of heroic deeds of those great and grand ones whose names arc illustrious upon the pages of history, or as Longfellow expresses it, have left their "footprints on the sands of time." Energy is firm. It shrinks not from la bor; it faints not at danger. The irreso lute may, after a few vain attempts give up, in despair, but not so with the en ergetic man. He will labor and perse vere until his efforts are crowned with success. Lincoln Monument. The Lincoln monument, which will consist of tho central figure of Lincoln surrounded by four groups, representative of the navy, the Infantry, the cavalry and the artillery, is designed ultimately for his tomb at Springfield, III. The statue of Lincoln, modeled in Italy, has been cast hi bronze in Chicopee, Mass., and has been paid tor oy tho Lincoln Monu ment Association. The national coat of arms to accompany it has been also cast iml its cost naid. The grout) represent ing the navy is now being modeled by Mead in Koine. The money for this group, 13,700, was raised by Governor Morgan iu New York citv. and was contributed by 137 citizens. The infant ry group, which is also being modeled by the same sculptor, is to be paid for by the citizens of Chicago: for this $4,5GG was raised by the Hon. J. Y. Scammon, of that city. The group of cavalry will be the contribution of the city ot JJoston; it is not yet modeled. Then remains the artillery group, which was to oe provided uy tne city ot Phila delphia; its cost will be aboutS 13,000, of which $V00 only has been subscribed. Short-Hand Writing. One of the most valuable accomplishments that a man or woman can possess is the art of short-hand writing. There are many studies taught in our public and private schools, and considered essential to a good education, that are not half so useful or important as this. It is not au exceedingly difficult thing to learn. :V boy or girl of average intelligence and aptness at tho ago or fourteen or ! ' SI a m nogrophy, and by the same degree of application that is given to ordinary branches of learning, can master it. Of course, some would become much more proficient than others, and probably only comparitively a few would ever become extremely expert, but a knowl edge of the art and ability to apply it in the practical concerns of life would be of great benefit. A Capo Cod clergyman one Sabbath had prayed most earnestly for rain. He entreated the Lord lo "uncork the bot tles of Heaven and send down the re freshing showers." The drouth had lasted through August and a part of September. Tuesday morning the Hue storm began, anil continued with great violence till Friday, flooding the coun try and sweeping off" bridges in every direction. Saturday night it set in to rain again, and Sabbath morning it was still pouring down. This time the prayer was as follows: "O Lord, wo recently took occasion to entreat Thee to uncork the bottles of Heaven and send down tlm rofi-o.l.im. showers, but we did not mean that the corks should bo thrown awag." Silver Cakk. Tho whites of four eggs; one-fourth cup of butter; oue cup of sugar; one-fourth cup of sweet milk; two tablespooufuls or sour milk; one hairtabIespo6nrul or soda, and one aud a half cups of flour. Baked-Dumi'linos. Pare and core as many apples as you wish, and roll them up separately in crust made as lor pics, but not too rich. Bake one hour, and eat witli hot sauce or With sugar and cream.