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About The new Northwest. (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 27, 1874)
J. DB.MWAT, Editor and Proprietor.-; OFMCE-Cor. Front nnd Mark Streets, TERMS, IN ADVANCE: One Vfiar SIX moMMlSaM! Three nvanflSZ. -13 00 1 60" ERTISKMEXTS Inserted on Reasonable THE HAPPY HOME; ' on 'iluvhnnil'a Trlninpli. ' Tlie Bv Mbs. A. J. DUXm-AY. Avrnea op "jvihtii nniD," "ellks dowd," -AA5UK ASB 1IKNEY X.EE," ETC, ETC. Batarnl, according to Actor Con, m ih rear-lgririijlrs. A. J. Dunlway, In the office of i ne Librarian of Congress at 'Watlilngton City. ciiArTKn il Tho landscape that lay in smiling beauty back of Stonehengc farm bad been terraced upon a grand scale by the receding waters of long dead eras; and the successive benches of sand and loam and gravel that marked these different eras were now beautifully adorned with stuntejdyiiiies;- - t Great colonnades of gray basalt, upon which lazy Indians basked iu the autumn sunshine, but which were unin habited .during thestill moonlight hours, except by owls and bats, reared their wierd, gigautic fronts over the steepest blufis and cast black shadows of impene trable darkness into the silent abysses below. Mattle Armstrong lifted her hat from her brow and swung it nervously by tbe ribbons, as she heaved a deep sigh of re lief over her temporary escape from the noisy and uncomfortable barracks which the little world that knew her called her home. "Of what are you thinking, Miss Arm strong?" queried her companion, as he drew her arm within his own and bent over her with a look of tender concern. "I was just wondering why it is that everything around us is so peaceful and pleasant when there Is nothing but tur moil and drudgery and misery at home. Just Jook-at thosogray rocks. Nature allows the mountain ivy to climb over them and cover up their rude unsightli ness. The laugh i ng waters ripple over the roughest surfaces at the bottom of yonder hollow; the trees take root in the shelv ing soil aud spread their leafy branches as a covering over the jagged sides of the bluff; ferns and brakes strive to hide tho unsightly boulders that lie in heaped up masses at the head of that ravine. Everything that I can see is taking on similitudes of loveliness, ex cept that unfinished old building which my father calls home and which I call prison. Penitentiary would be the bet ter name, for we are imprisoned there at hard labor for which those of us who do tho work receive no compensation." "You appear to bo in a bitter mood to-night, my friend. I bad no idea when I met you the other evening at the party in Stonehenge, that you could conjure up such an array of misanthropic Ideas." . "But I haven't said anything except what you kuow to be truth," still toy ing with the strings of her hat as she whirled it before them, while a passing zephyr tossed her streaming hair and blew It in the face of her escort. "The winds evidently imagine that you are Hero and I Leandcr, but tbVy are quite mistaken," laughed Amos Harding, shaking his head to free his eyes from the agreeable entanglement. "They Imagine that we are ivJiat f " inquired the girl in an innocent man ner. Evidently she was little versed in classic lore. "Nothing particular," and the gentle man bit his lips In disgust. "I know you think I'm exceptionally verdant," said the girl, flashing her cye9 upon him In the moonlight, "and I heartily coincide with your opinion." "In truth I am a little astonished, Miss Armstrong," and Amos Harding stopped proudly and yet condescend ingly alougover the rustling pine leaves. "The varied experiences of the cow yard aud kitchen are hardly conducive to the acquirement of much classic lore," continued the girl. "And I have spent the greater part of my not protracted life in dairy work and dish-washing." "Have you not spent some time in boarding school ?" "Oh, yes. I went away from home and remained two years, attending the Brier University for young ladies, where I learned a smattering of French, some gibberish which our teacher called Ger man, a little music and about half of the multiplication table. I knew how-to read and write before I went there, else I suppose I should be as ignorant of those requisites as I am concerning who were they ? Lero and Meander, did you say?" and the girl broke Into a musical laugh lhatsether half-enamored escort almost beside himself. "Do you propose to return to school ?" and the young man plucked nervously at a thistle that grew by tho wayside, scattering its feathery petals In the air as he paused for a reply. "Why should I go back to school ?" said Mattic impatiently. "I was rea sonably well coutented before I left home at all, and now I am so sick of home and its surroundings that I can't endure the very thought or staying In the old barracks. If I should remain away longer I should only dread all the more to come in contact with home when school days should be over. Be sides, what need have- J of a finished education? I can milk and churn and wash and cook and sew and wash dishes and make cheese, and all men say that woman is queen of home when eugaged in such delightful exercises. The ex perftfncs I had at boarding school dis pelled ill tho Illusions of delight in -which I had ever indulged over these feminlno occupations, and I should VOX.TJ2HE IV. never dare to pursue such experiences further. I couldn't endure a queen's life at all if I should go back to school." "Havo you never thought of any sort of career for tho future?" "What?" "Have you laid no plans as to your course of JIfe hereafter ?" Again that musical laugh rippled out upon tbe moonlight air. "What's the use of my laying plans, I'd like to know ? Who's going to come along to fulfill them?" "Yourself." "And how shall I fulfill them, pray ? Wlfehoodls considered womanfs natural sphere, and I'm not the least bit domes tic I wish I were a man !" "iou wrong yourself when making such a wish, Miss Armstrong. You have within you all the crude posslbili- . r e l lies ui u gionous woman, ion are already passing beautiful. I have trav' eled the wide world over and I do not mean to flatter you I have neer seen your physical peer among women, You aro tall, well-developed, graceful. witty, shrewd, sensible, original, naive and charming. I am a plain man of the world. I am possessed ol a moderate in come ana want a wife. Aud while I see so much in vou to admire, nml must acknowledge that you have fascln atea me almost beyond my power to break the spell, yet your confessed ab- horrenco of domestic duties make me hesitate" "lo make a certain matrimonial proposition to which, with man-like self-complacency, you Imagine that I am only waiting to accede and thank you in the bargain. Oh, tho unassuming simplicity or tho genus masculine!" and Mattle Armstrong, though sorely wounded at heart, contrived to impress her obtuse admirer with the belief that matrimony had been her last and least considered thought in relation to him self. Now let her motive have been what it might, her manner possessed a witchery that drove the staid philosopher almost distracted. Seizing her hand, which, up to this moment had nestled within his arm. he kissed It passionately, muttering some unintelligible word of tenderness, that threw a strange thrill of delight over the astonished girl and caused her to shake from head to foot with a strange emotion. "O, my queen!" he murmured in ai tone of passionate entreaty, "If you only weroall In reality that you seem to bat as I now see you, I would lay down my life lor you!" The girl conquered herself by a stronc effort. I am not what you wish me to be !" she answered haughtily. l am the daughter of Isaac Armstrong, the farmer ana herdsman. My mission is to milk COWS, Wash dishes and raise, halites for my paternal relative, who has already destroyed one wife and is making sure, tuougn uncomfortably slow work of tho same kind with another. Your mission calls you among tbe cultivated men and women of tho land who can quote irom tuo classics, aflect mythology, re peat history, talk nonsense and employ servants. Our lines have fallen to us in different places aud our road of life must henceforth diverge to intersect each other nevermore." "Do you indeed care for me, jiul a lit tle, then i" and Amos Hardingsuddenly threw his strong arm around her and held her for a second in a close embrace "You forget yourself," said Mattle, turning suddenly from htm. "It can not concern you, no matter who or what I may care for. Remember that I abhor the usual routine of domestic duties. These, you confess, are what you desire in a wife, and I would suggest a China man as being less expensive and mucli more tractable." They were nearlng the "barracks" now. The moon was soaring high In the heavens, dimming tho pale glory of the evening stars and casting shadows of relief over the old rough building, ob scuring much of its rude, bare appear ance aud lighting up the many-paned windows with a silver radiance. "How beautiful !" exclaimed Mattic excitedly, "and yet this loveliness is, like every other attractive thing, an illusion only. Morning will come after a while, and the glare of noonday will dispel this flood of radiance, bringing out these deep-hued shadows with a painful vividness." "You are bitter, to-night, Miss Arm strong. I see that my visit has been an unsatisfactory one. Sometime, In the course of human events, I hope that you may find perfect happiness," and after catching her for a moment in. a passion ate embrace and kissing her fervently, Amos Harding turned away, disap peared in tbe shadows of the rambling dwelling and was gone. Mattle Armstrong listened for a mo ment to the rattling hoofs of his horse as the obedient animal bounded over the flinty road. Tho whole interview had been so liko a painful and yet blissful dream that she found it difficult to real ize IL The bevy of dogs, aroused by the de parture of the horse and rider, began a concerted and furious yelping that speedily brought tho dazed maiden to her senses. Entering tho house as noislcssly as possible with her footfalls striking the uncarpeted floor with a hollow sound, 3? OTtTI, AJNTD , OREGON, FRIDAY, NOVE31BER S7, 187-1. despite her efforts to step lightly, she sought her chamber and retired to rest, but not to sleep. "I was boorish and ungracious to night I know I was," she soliloquized. "And then I made a consummate fool of myself by exposing more than my real ignorance when he quoted Ovid. But it's all for tho best. Were he to marry me as I am, he'd never look upon me as his equal, and I've been lorded over by Isaac Armstrong and Sally, his wife, as much as I feel capable of peacefully en during. But oh, dear!" and Mattlo broke Into a violent fit of weeping, which would havo gladdened tho appro bativeness of Amos Harding, could he havo known it; "Oh, dear ! Life will be sodreary for me henceforth ! Why have I these strong affections, aud why this longing desire for nil that is grand and beautiful? Why does Isaac Arm strong's daughter aspire to any other sphere than that In which her lot has camber? ZIek Woodworth Is my proper mate. He's uugalnlyand tall and Ignor ant, but he can raise pigs and cows, and I can feed tho one and milk tho other. What will he care if I don't understand old authors? Hero and Leander will be as much like Greek to him as to myself. Butvgh .' I can't marry Mm, and I won't stay here.'" Thus musing, Mattle Armstrong tossed upon her pillow till the gray dawn of twilight admonished her that breakfast time was fast approaching. She arose from her couch, unrestcd and feverish. Tho dingy curtain of faded calico part of an old and well-worn dress skirt that partly shaded her solitary window, was drawn aside, revealing tho frost-covered door-yard in its severely bare un sightliucss. The cows, in a corrall not far distant, were already astir, driving each other about with their horns. Tho feeble wall of the youngest Arm strong arose upon the atmosphere sharp and painful, like the cry of an Infant in death agony. "I wonder what ails that brat this morning?" queried Mattio to herself as she hastily threw on a much-soiled dress and proceeded to the kitchen. ''Mattic 1 Mat-l-i-cf" called tho step mother in a high, inquiring tono of terror. "Do come and see what ails the baby ! I'm afraid he's going to die !" 'No such good luck as that Is likely to befall this household !" exclaimed tho ungracious girl as she took her own timetolighttheflreaudputthekcttlcou. WThy don't you call the old man If you're frightened about the young one ?" she queried presently, peeping with her frowning face into tho family living room, where a bed aud trundle bed stood, each filled with Armstrong occupants. "our father's asleep !" was tbe terri fied answer. "We must rouse somebody and send for the doctor." Mattio was not as bad at heart as she had seemed. The sight of the suffering baby in a strong convulsion, its tongue protruding through its purple lips and tbe pale blue eyes rolled back in their sockets, aroused her dormaut sympathy. Vigorously shaking her sleeping father, she soon aroused and started him for tho physician, scolding him soundly for his tardiness, aud otherwise evinc ing a capacity for firmness aud prompt ness in action of which no ouo would have thought her capable. The mother was utterly unnerved by tho trying situation. Her health had been completely broken by excessive maternity and overwork in u homo where she had expected only wealth aud cose. Twice before had her little ones been taken from her by the Death Angel, and now iu her sore dilemma sho bent over the little rigid form, the personification of helpless terror. "Save my precious baby ! Mattle, do!" she wailed, rocking'her body to and fro, and moaning as only an anguish stricken mother can. "Give him to me !" said Mattie with authority. The mother mechanically obeyed tho order. "Now get me a tub of warm water, qirfcJ:!" and Mattie proceeded to re move the child's night dress, vigorously rubbing the rigid limbs the while. Tho water was brought and the form of tho infant immediately submerged In it. The rigid muscles were soon re laxed; the blackened and protruding tongue was withdrawn and tho eyes re turned to their natural position. The infant again began its feeble wall, and the poor mother, tho first terror being over, went helplessly to bed, leaving Mattie with the child iu her arms, tucked snugly in a white flannel blanket and cooing in a tender voice to soothe tho little sufferer, as a capable and vigorous-minded mother might. Children of various ages were by this time up, some of them dressed, others not, nnd all cross and cold and quarrel some. "The doctor's come!" yelled little Fred, going to the door iu a semi-nude condition. "it's Mat's beau!" exclaimed hope ful John, standing barefoot in the open door and adjusting his solitary suspen der. .Before Mattle liau time to recover from her confusion, the doctor was kneel ing at her feet feeling the pulse of the exhausted babe, aud looking scarchingly into the eyes of its rescuer. "I dldu't know you were a physi cian," said Mattio as soon as sho could speak. "I am not yet In regular practice," Free Speech, Free Tress, Free People. was the quiet reply, "but I hope to boas soon as I become comfortably located in Stonehenge." "Have I done what was best?" asked Mattie, bending low over the baby to hide her ombarrassment. "Certainly. No one could have done better. I'll leave you a soothing potion to give him every half hour until Icome again." "Will you please to see a little to my mo.er, sir? I fancy that she Is really ill." Medical aid for Mrs. Armstrong was indeed badly needed. Tho poor woman lay In a death-like swoon upon the dis ordered ttd. Isaac Armstrong stepped up to tho bedside aud looked anxiously upon tho inanimate form of the wife whom he had taken but a few short years before from the home a doting mother, promising to love, protect and cherish her until death should part them. Had he fulfilled his vow ? ITo be continued.) QEHEEALTTTES. Nebraska has a lady State Superin tendent of Public Instruction. The railways get about $S,000,000 a year for transporting mail matter. Hood calls tho slamming of a door by a person in a passion "a wooden oath." Victor Hugo's paper has a larger cir culation than any other French paper 80,000 copies. The estimated expenditure of the Harvard Uuiversity Boat Club, this year, is $3,500. Somebody has noticed that nineteen out of every twenty newspapermen have straight noses. Tho value of land iu Iowa has in creased from $32,000,00 in 1854 to $320, 000,000 in 1S71. The sensitive boy lives iu Delaware. He arose at midnight, footed it half a mile, awoko u storo cleik, aud bought a fino comb. Ho didn't want any one to hear him ask for it. Bazaiuc will live iu Loudon, and has taken tho apartments on Kingstreet, St. James, that wereonee occupied by Napo leon Third, in the days when he was called 1'riuce Louis. The walls of Nineveh were 100 feet high, aud thick enough for threo chari ots abreast. Babylon was sixty miles within tbo walls, which were seventy five feet thick, aud 300 feet high. Tho proper way for a lady to direct a letter this fall Is to run the direction from corner to comer, scatter threo ono cent stamps over the envelope, aud writo "important" on any vacant space left. Tho British Museum recently became possessed of a jaslnth, a precious stoncof exceeding rarity. The specimen is no larger thau a pea, aud says the London Timet, "flashes aud glows with a lustre which seems to deuote the presence of firo and flame." It cost $3,500. The movement of populatiou toward California is greater now thau it has been since the first rush which followed tbe discovery of gold. The overland trains nrc crowded, aud for the steamer which left New York, October 10th., ap plicants for passage had to bo refused. Toronto, Canada, has advanced a step ahead by electing a woman, Mrs. B. Herman, as City Treasurer. She will doubtless assist in proving that such positions of public trust may be as faith fully and judiciously sustaiued by daughters of Evo as they ever were by any of Adam's sons. Tho Sumner Memorial Committee of Boston lias invited artists to send in models for a portrait statue of Charles Sumner. The statue is to be a sitting figure, in bronzo or marble, and to be placed in open public ground. The models must be sent on or before May 1, 1875. Three prizes of $500 each will be given for the designs preferred by the committee, whether either of them be adopted for the statuo or not. GiVKYOuit Child a Paver. A child beginning to read becomes delighted with a newspaper, because ho reads of names and things which arc familiar aud lie will progress accordingly. A newspaper in one year is wortii a quar ter's schooling to n child. Every father must consider that information is con nected with advancement. The mother of a family, being one of its heads, and having a more immediate charge of children, should herself be instructed. A minu occupied becomes fortified against tho Ills of life, nnd is braced for emergency. Children amused by read ing or study, are, of course, more con siderate aud easily governed. How many thoughtless young men have spent their earnings In a tavern or grog shop who ought to havo been reading! How many parents who have not spent twenty dollars for books in their fami lies, would have given thousands to re claim a son or daughter who has Ignor antly, thoughtlessly, fallen Into tempta tion. The "Reform" Legislat-che. The Sulem Mercury thus speaks of the late "reform" Legislature of this State: The expenses of tho lato Legislature ore nearly or quite $30,000, or more than $10,000 in excess of expenses of any former Legislature. This only includes mileage, per diem, Committco Clerks and their expenses incidental to a Legis lature, many of which might havo been entirely dispensed with. They had clerks to committees and ofllccrs for special committees during tho whols session, which was unheard of before. They ordered more printing than ever before, and increased expenses in every department immediately counected with them. God forbid that another such should ever assemble again in Oregon. "IN m HASTE TO Y0TE." BY MES. J. A. JOHNS. Strange as it may appear, there be those who advocate Woman's Enfran chisement logically and well, yet who declare that they are In "no hurry to vote." How auy one can have the au dacity to assert that women who have, since the world was, been the compan ions and helpers of men, are too igno rant to vote upon affairs pertaining to Stato and national prosperity is more than I am able to perceive. Church affairs surely take, or shouldt take, as nice a senso of discernment as the election of county officers. To al losv women to vote in church meetings and, under certain property conditions, in school meetings, and then debar them from tho franchise at general elections, claiming, that there men represent them, is an absurdity and a folly, not to say an Insult to the general intelligence of American women, compared witii that of American men. I hope that I may never again have the mortification of hearing a cultured woman, while ostensibly advocating. Woman Suffrage, and in plain view of tbo dire evils that are more or less the outgrowth of one-sexed, one-sided laws, declare that "sho Is iu no hurry to vote." Witnessing the giant frauds, thosufferings entailed by unjust laws, the flagrant injustice of a system that places all womanhood upon a level with idiots, paupers aud criminals, and yet proclaiming in flowery language that "she is in no haste" to help right these wrongs, presents to my mlud an anomaly uot easily explained, and scarcely to be tolerated. Instead of such declarations as these, I hope iu fu ture to hear the cry, "give us the ballot and down with ail one-sided laws." It is our inalienable right to a voice in tbe making of tbo laws that wo are com pelled to obey, and who and whaUare puny legislators, that they should pre tend to hold our rights iu their keeping to give or withhold according to their caprice or pleasure ? Mothers need and should have a voice in making and amending laws that llcenso evils where by their cbildreu arc tempted to their destruction. And uuy ouo looking at tho dens and pitfalls that lie in wait to entrap the unwary must certainly feel that this need is a present and a press iug one. It has been, and still is my earnest en deavor and desire to judge charitably of the opinions of others, whoaregood aud honest workers iu the interests of hu manity, yet as I before said, it passes my comprehension how any one claim ing to be such a worker can look on with indillcrcnce nud proclaim herself content witii the inertia of her fettered condition, while abuses hoary with age aud outrageous to every sense of justice exist because woman's voice is unable to be heard at tiio ballot-box and in legis lative balls. Women, do not listen to tho sophistry of thoso who tell you that you need a long course of preparation before you are fit to assume tho duties of citizens. Watch the voters that collect around the polls on any election day, and Bee if your native good sense does not tell you that you aro at least as well prepared to exercise the franchise as those who arc now iu undisputed possession of that right. Consider whether it is more tho part of earnest, womanly women to fold their hands in listless leisure and prate about "preparation" for the ballot, or to set zealously to work with such means as is at your command, and demanding your wrongfully wlthholden rights, seek to elevate mankind, remove the pitfalls from the pathway of the unwary, aud by aiding tho good nnd true of your brethren, accomplish that which neither can or should be expected to accomplish alono. Bo not of those who proclaim themselves iu no hurry to sec the glori ous results of woman's political freedom. Common Sense. There Is a chilly, disagreeable article, called common sense, which Is, of all things, most re pulsive and antipathetical to all petted creatures whose life has consisted In flattery. It Is the kind of talk which sisters aro very apt to hear from broth ers, and daughters from fathers and mothers, when fathers and mothers do their duty by them ! which sets the world before them as it is, and uot as it Is painted by flatterers. Those women who prefer tbe society of gentlemen, and who havo the faculty of bewitching their senses, never are In the way of hearing from this cold matter-of-fact re gion; for them It really docs not exist. Every phroso that meet3 their ear Is polished aud softened, guarded and deli cately turned, till there is not a particle of homely truth left in it. They pass their time In a world of Hluslous; they demand these Illusions of all who ap proach them, as tho condition of peace and favor. All persons, as by a sort of Instinct, recognize tbo woman who lives by flattery and give her the portion of meat to which she is entitled in due season; and thus some poor women are hopelessly buried, as suicides used to bo in Scotlaud. under a mountain of rub bish, to which each passer-by adds ono stone. It isonly bysome extraordinary power of circumstances that a man can be found to invade tho sovereignty of a pretty woman with any disagreeable tidings, or, ns Junius says, "to instruct the throne in the language or truth." Mrs. Jf. It. Stotce. Tho setting of a great hope is like tho settiugoftbesun. The brightness of our life Is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and tho world but n dim re flection, itself a broader shadow. Wo look forward into tiio coming lonely night. The soul withdraws Into itself. Then stars arise and the night is holy. Longfellow. NUMBER 1-A. Mrs. Tilton as a Bealized Ideal. Of all the unhappy actors so merci lessly revealed to the gaze of a curious world by the lifting up of the curtain upon tho Beecher-Tilton drama, none, it appears to me, are more to bo pitied, none have been more misapprehended, than the woman who has been publicly aud pitilessly branded by all parties as a weak and pitiable liar. And yet to me the part she lias bnrno in this whole matter, the revelation made of her char acter by this loathsome scandal, Is re plete with warning lessons to women which it is full time to give careful heed to. - Accepting only tho accredited and kuown-to-be-genuiue documents of the scandal at no more than their full value, we have yet iu them a wonderfully dis tinct aud sharply drawn outline of Eliz abeth Tilton as sho really Is one of the highest types of cultured womanhood, the embodiment of the masculine ideal, the realization of the kind of woman men bold up to women as being most thoroughly and completely womanly in masculine eyes and dearest to masculine hearts. Ages of precept upou precept from her masters, of careful culture by men iu me direction or the reelings, tastes nnd sentiments of the physically inferior sex, have been at last successful in evolving justsuch cultured, timid, uflec tional and harmful women as Elizabeth Tilton appears to be. in tier, two ot me most intellectual masculine sentimentalists of the dav have confessedly fouud -their ideal real ized, have red their cultured tastes by eager seeking of her companionship, one as her husband, the other as her dearest friend and with what result? To turn on her weak head the vials of public scorn to hold her up to public gaze as a wanton ami a nan Mrs. Tiltou's fate Is full of wandug lessons to thinking women. It is time for such to ask themselves if the mascu line ideal of womanly grace and sweet ness is the best model they can find by which to shape their characters aud build their truest happiness? Itistime. too, for men to forbear praising woman's weakness as her chicfest charm, nud to begin to help her to becouio strong iu intellect anil iu "judgment, rather than encourage her to debilitate her mind by pampering those defects iu her which flatter his self-love by keepiug her his inferior. "Wo have good right to assume," says Dr. Bushnell in his "Reform Against ! the city both public and obscure; exam Nature," "that if we would have women 1 5ne,i tore and cellar, questioned every left us, and uot mere female men, that j ''feller" whom he met, from door to there is no woman who can pitch her-, door, if anything was stirring auy ac self jnto the wrangle nnd debate of a cident occurring not published hereto bar, and do it for a li ving, without he- fore and met with no success: be would coming a virago snortiy. luueed, it id a considerable part of her incapacity that she is not wicked enough to sift, expose and vigorously score the lying tricks of evidence." That is the sort of lesson men of intel lect constantly desire to impress upon the feminine mind. So Dr. Holland, in his new poem, "The Mistress of the Manse," which will be admitted a safe and welcome guest into thousands of homes, holds up anew tho old, weak, unreliant masculine ideal as a type by winch the romantic, poetry-loving girls of to-day may model aud measure themselves. The prayer of jiiiureo, -ino unstress 01 me iuanse," reads like an extract irom one of Mrs. Tilton's beautiful, tender, charming, nud self-depreciating letters to her husband: " Teach me, and lead mo where to And, Ueyond the touch or hund and Up, That vital charm of heart and mind Which In a true companionship My feeble lire to his shall bind ."' " O, dearost Father! may no sloth Or weakness of my weaker soul Delay him In his kingly growth. Or hold him meanly from the goal That shines with guerdou for us both !" And Dr. Holland still further helps prop up this harmful, health-destroying idea or womanhood by affirming that "No woman In her soul is she Who loiigi to poise above the roar Of motley multitudes, and be The Idol at whose feet they pour The wine or their idolatry." " And she who strl ve to tatp the van In conflict, or the common way, Does outrage to the heavenly plan, And outrage to the finer clav That makes her beautiful to man." Now this Is all wrong. "We live in an earnest, practical age, anil we want n stronger and higher type of womanhood which iiirtt be able "to sirt, expose and vigorously score the lying tricks of evi dence" for herself and for her dependent children. Bettine's letters to Goethe have for years given pleasure to sentimentalists of both sexes, who havo gloried in the weak, womanly admiration felt by this "child," as sho fitly names herself, for the genius of the great but selfish poet, and they have thus done incalculable mischief in encouraging woman to pros titute herself in self-abasement at the feet of weaker men. We want no more Bettincs, charming as her gushing, transcendental aud su perficial letters are ; we want no more Elizabeth Tiltons, confessedly lovely ns she Is in her weak helplessness and un reliability. We want a strong-minded, truthful, independent, yet still loving womanhood one able to guard against the snares and pitfalls spread for the un wary feet of defenseless womanhood by wicked and conscienceless men. We want the old idea of masculine woman hood set aside, aud a new and better ideal set in its place. There are huud redsof women living to-day, who, taught too lute by hard experience the mistake they made in fosteriug in themselves MioehiMieii e.itm..fni:.,moc.i.r Tilton typo of womanhood, have wept theirbitteresttearsbecauseof thesuflcr- t..-.i... !,. At r Ing thus entailed upon them. Sara A. Lnacrwooa in the Isoston Invcsltyalor. Tho mechanical power of vegetables is receiving considerable attention just now. A squash experimented with at tho Agricultural College, at Amherst, Mass., 13 non struggling successfully under a weicht of 1000 pounds. Iu Pel- ham Is a birch tree growing out of a ledge of rocks. The tree is about two feet iu diameter and nearly thirty feet In length. Ono of tho roots has forced its way under a hugo mass Of rock, weighing, according to the estimate, fully forty t6us,and has detached it from ervenes ' ,n" The satirists have exhausted consider able wit upon the Smith who blooms Into Smythe. There is a chance to give him a rest now, and go for a grocer's clerk uamcd Huut, who has mounted a military title aud aristocratic exuber ance of Huntte. Columbus Journal, v -V Journal for the Tcoplc. ; 4 Devoted to thc-Intercsts of Hnmanlty:1' Independent In Politics and Religion. Alive to nil live Issues, and Thoroughly Radical In Opposing and Rxposlng the Wrongs ot the Masses. rnrrMnnml.nti tnlllnw 1. - n n n T. m Ci 1 1 nfffno. tures must mate known', their names to the Edltor.or no attention will be gjyen to their communications. ' ' More Oopy. The followlngparody of PoeVRaven" Is so good that we kuowour readers will appreciate it, and thank us for reproduc ing it: Once In August, wet and dreary, sat this writer, weak and weary, pondering o era memorandum book of items used before book of scrawling head notes, rather, items, taking daj-s to gather, In hot and sultry weather, (using up much time aud leather,) pondered we these items o'er. While we conn'd them. slowly rocking (through our mind queer Ideas flocking), came a quick aud nerv ous knocking knocking nt thesanutum door. "Sure, that must be Jinks," we muttered "Jinks that's knocking at our door; Jinks, tho everlasting bore." Ah, well do we remind ns, m the walls which then confined us, the "ex changes" lay behind us, nnd before us, and around us, all o'er the floor. Thinks we, "Jinks wants to borrow some news papers till to-morrow," and 'twill bo re lief from sorrow to get rid of "Jinks" tho bore, by opening wide the door. Still the visitor kept knocking knocking nt tho door. Aud the scattered piles of papers cut some rather curious capers, being lifted by the breezes coming through another door; and we wished (tbe wish was evil for one deemed always civil), that Jinks was at the devil, to stay there evermore; there to find his level Jinks, the nerve-unstringing bore! Bracing up our patience firmer, then without another murmur: "Mr. Jinks, your pardon, your forgiveness we Im plore; but the fact is, we were reading of some curious proceeding, nnd thus it was unheeding your loud knocking there before ." Here we opened wide the door. But phaucy now, our phcclinks for it wasn't Jinks, the bore Jinks, nameless evermore ! But the form that stood before us, caused a trembling to come o'er us, and memory bore us back again to the days of yore days when Items were in plenty, and where'er this writer weut he picked up interesting items by the score. 'Twos the form of our "devil" in an attitude uncivil; and he thrust his head wiThin tho open door, with "Tho foremnu's out of copy, sir! and he says he wnuts somo more." Yes, like Alexander, wanted "more!" Now. this "local" had al ready walked about till nearly dead ho had sauntered through the city till his feet were very sore wnlkeu througu. fhe. street called Dauphin, and the by- wnvs rminirifr oft" into tbe nortions of I rather guess he felt a little wicked at this ugly little bore, with his message from the foreman that he wanted "something more." "Now, it's time youwere departing, j-ou scamp !" cried we, "upstarting; "get you back into the office office where you were before or the words which you have spoken will get your bones all broken," (and we seized a cudgel oaken, that was lying on file HnnrV "TUe vnnr hnnrta nnt nf I your pockets, and leave tbe sanctum door; tell the lorcman there's no copy, you ugly little bore." Quoth the devil, "Send him more." Aud our devil, never sitting, still is flitting back aud forth upon the landing fust outside the sanctum door. Below tie Eternal Oity. Charles Warren Stoddard, writing of " Under Borne," says: "fancy nar row subterranean walk, varying from two to seven feet In width, twistinglnto a thousand angles, nnd three hundred and fifty miles in length. Such were the ancient catacombs. They have been filled In, walled up, and left to tbe eternal night, many of them ; some of the underground trails have been lost or forgotten these thousand years, but St. Calixtus is still a marvel full of mystery aud horrors and romance. No one ven tures into its labyrinths without an ex pert guide, and the number and lengths of tbo wax tapers that are necessary to complete a successful exploration Is sim ply alarming. Iu the midst of a meadow wo fouud a pair of steps that led us into the bowels of the earth. Tho cuide un locked a door at the foot of tbe stairs and our party entered ; the door was locked aer us, the lights were lit, the guide, ' ,eu us 1,uo a uarK ey nunsrueii warm and earthy; one after another, iusilence, we tracked the guide in avenues that seemed endless, for the shadows crowded in upou us oppressively aud our tapers burned but feebly. Up stairs and down stairs, to right nnd left, wo wandered like a band of lost spirits. We hung on each other's coat tails, and grew more and more intimate, as we felt our hold on life and our dependence on the re morseless man who was burying us alive increase. What if the earth should fall tbe soft tufa rock that you could break with your thumb nail? It grew uncomfortably hot ; it was not pleasant to have the whole party crowding on to your heels nor pleasant to be in the midst of it, with no chance of escape in case of a panic, but it was worst of all to be tho last mau, who was tho half the time around the corner in darkness nnd liable to drop offlnto chao3 or oblivion at the shortest notice. There were small chapels with the remnants of alters aud half obliterated frescoes to be inspected. Many a Pope has slept here his final sleep, and many saint and martyr ; but the boneSOI llieso revcrrauiic unvcueeu I more gorgeously enshrined and the dark city of the dead Is now nearly deserted. Tr. was in these winding waves that 'Miriam,' of the marble fawn, met her dismal model; it was here that Hans A nilorsnn's Tmnrovisntoro hart nin ml. venture with the youug artist, and here is laid much of tho scene of that most I fascinating nud patriotic story, Fablola. How congregations of worshipers ever survived the uuholy darkness of these tombs I know not ; yet In the third cen tury Christian Rome was driven like hares to these burrows. Here they wor shiped, lived and were buried." An old man and his wife, says a De troit paper, who camo by the Central Road, saw about thirty hacks at the door of tho depot, and about thirty I T, Zn Si . and hackmcn shouted "hack" at them. The tns to the TouT Iad laid: "I tell juu, uiuiuer, uiey mum ,. thinir rrenr. or thev'd never had all these carriages down here to meet us. a wonner iiow tney kuuwcw Ing?" - ' " . . ... !Ha we havo. are il,e ,m.0?1 V.i e ihTniselvcr to inosc wuo . -- , nm write anything worth reading.