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CHAPTER VIL
A journey of fifty miles with a team
of oxen over a country without roads in
a wagon loaded with butter, eggs, and
wheat was a matter of no little import
ance to the widow, whose residence in
her lonely retreat hard by her husband's
grave had been so long unbroken.
"Never you mind about the work at
home," said Madge. "Take one of the
boys for company, and I'll take care of
the rest. You'll need food enough,
ready cooked, to last four days; aud you
can sleep in the wagon. Mr. Andrews
can lodge on the soft side of a rock, un
der the tent, or the shelter of a tree.
Now chirk up aud get light-hearted
and young again. I don't want any
body moping around here."
Thus urged, Mrs. Morrison carefully
rejuvenated her scant wardrobe, and
made necessary culinary preparations
for the journey.
Jason Andrews had been uncommonly
tidy in bis habits of late. His personal
appearance, never the best, had badly
deteriorated from the day of his mar
riage to the day of the death of his wife;
and the same slovenly deportment that
had characterized him during his mar
ried years had followed him, in spite of
Mrs. Morrison's protests, for a year or
two after he became a widower. Lately,
however, there had been a marked
change for the better. Upon his last
visit to The Falls he had indulged in the
expensive luxury of a suit of gray tweed
and a single while shirt, the first of the
kind the Morrisons had ever known
him to possess. And now, as his stal
wart form was fully bedecked in his
new apparel, and his brown, curling
locks were neatly combed away from
bis forehead, and he stood with his hat
In his hand, deferentially waiting for
Mrs. Morrison to give the last direc
tions to Madge for the ordering of the
household in her absence, Madge sud
denly encountered a gleam of intelli
gence between the pair, aud fully un
derstood it, although her mother, evi
dently, did not.
"Take care that you don't act the fool,
old lady," she said, while a far-away
look in her eyes betokened a mysterious
meaning, wholly unintelligible to the
other numerous members of the house
hold. "Will you never outgrow your im
pertinence, Madge?" asked her mother,
while an involuntary shiver passed
through her slight frame, and she trem
bled, not knowing why.
"I'm not saucy, mother. Pray for
give me. I only saw a dark cloud,
without any golden lining, and it cov
ered you like a pall, and you seemed to
have no will to emerge from it, though
It made you miserable. Be careful
about trying any new experiment.
You'll rue It if you do."
"Pity Alice ain't here to take the
conceit out o ye," said Jason Andrews,
dryly.
Now, Madge's "conceit" was of that
very capricious kind that always shrank
away into impenetrable obscurity when
ridiculed, and its effervescence was, in
consequence, of that unstable order that
often failed when its fullest action
might have accomplished good.
She watched her mother, as she
climbed into the covered wagon, and
took her seat beside her twin boy Harry,
and again that far-away, dreamy look
camejnlo her wierd, black eyes.
"Madge, what is it?" asked her
mother, anxiously.
"Nothing! Don't ask me."
"I believe you're the Witch of
Endor."
"Guess I am."
"That's one time you've hit it 1" ex
claimed Jason, taking the long ox-whip
from its resting-place on tho wagon
cover, and nourishing it, with an om
inous crack, over the heads of the de
voted cattle.
For a number of miles Jason plodded
along in a silence that was only broken
at lotig intervals by the cracking whip
and an occasional "Whoa, haw, Buck!
Gee, Berry ! Get along, Bright !"
At length the party emerged from a
billy forest and reached an open plain,
eight or ten miles acros3, where, as
there would be no need of skillful
driving, Harry was commanded to take
the whip, and allow Andrews to ride In
lis place.
"Why can't I ride on the wagon
tongue and drive, too?" asked Harry,
-with a growing boy's usual dislike for
extra exertion.
"Because it's a lazy way," answered
his mother. "Your father never would
allow anybody around him to ride and
-drive oxen."
"Then he was nicer than wise,"
grumbled the boy, as he clambered to
the ground and petulantly cracked the
heavy whip.
For a half-hour Jason Andrews and
the widow Morrison sat side by side in
silence. Jason was the first to break.
tu&spell.
"Ton my word, you are growing
.young," he said, tenderly, as he leaned
toward her, and looked into her worn
face with a kindly smile.
Now, it is well known by the sons of
women that the daughters of men never
grow too old to appreciate a compli
ment. Looking up into the well-shaven face
of Jason Andrews, and for the first time
in her life imagining that there was
something rather attractive about him,
she blushed and said :
"You think so ?
"Yes," hitching a little closer, and
allowing his elbow to attempt a forward
motion, as though the whole arm were
trembling with a desire to clasp and
shield her.
Mrs. Morrison's heart beat a trifle
quicker. She had no intention of being
caught, but it was a little enjoyable to
play thus with edged tools. So she did
not resent the proffered advances,
though she closed her lips tightly, and
gazed straight ahead at the plodding
oxen.
"I'm iurrible lonesome o' late years,"
said Jason.
"Are you ?" asked the widow, still
gazing at the cattle.
"It was never ordained of heaven
that two, like you an' me, should live
alone."
"You think bo?"
"I know It."
"Then why didn't Mark and Mary
live to keep us company ?"
"I'm no scholard, an' I don't purtend
to understand that, but I know I'd be a
heap happier if you could see your way
clear to become my wife. I want some
body to love me."
Jason's voice was low and full and
tender now. Pity the widow did not
remember how grating and cracked it
used to be when Mary Andrews was dy
ing for the tones to which she was now
listening as in adream. As she did not
repulse him, Jason leaned heavily
against her for an instant and whis
pered the old, old story, which ever is
aud ever will be sweet to woman a story
to which she so often will listen, and
try her best to believe it true, because
it is so sweet, and so much a part of the
needs of her nature, even if her better
judgment tells her that its fruit will be
Sodom apples in her hands, its taste, at
last, the taste of ashes to her soul.
"1 love you. I can't live without you.
Won't you try to love me, dear ?"
The widow gazed at tbaoxen, but an
swered never a word.
Emboldened by her silence, Jason
Andrews, with a sudden, passionate im
pulse that was perhaps excusable under
the circumstances, unbent his elbow
and threw his arm around her.
"I'm so happy !" he whispered.
"I was dreaming!" the widow ex
claimed, abruptly, as she half-rose to
her feet, to be suddenly remanded to a
sitting posture by the low wagon bows.
"Mr. Andrews, don't speak to me of
marriage. We're better off as we are.
Keep your arm to yourself, sir. I was
both weak and wicked to forget."
"I don't ask you to get married, all at
once, darliu'. It's loo sudden for ye, of
course. But I want ye to let me talk it
over with ye now an1 then, till ye git
used to it, like. Our parduers is both
dead; Alice is married an' gone; it'll be
Madge's turn next; the neighborhood's
a-settlin' up pretty thick lately, an' it
ain't the prudentest thing in the world
for a man an woman like you an' me
to be li vin' just as we are."
T wonder if that isn't the black
cloud Madge saw this morning?" said
the widow, musingly.
"Of course that's it!" exclaimed Ja
son, eagerly. "Scandal's always black,
ye know. She said, too, that ye seemed
to have no will to avert It. Ye recol
lect?"
To tell the truth, Mrs. Morrison was
in no condition just then to comprehen
sively recollect anything. . If she had
remembered Madge's timely warning,
just as it was given, she would have
been a little more likely to heed it. It
came to her, however, not long after,
but when too late to be of service, and
then it rang in her ears like the echo of
a prophecy that had changed into a
malediction, "Be careful about trying
any new experiment. You'll me It if
you do."
"I thiuk it's my turn to ride awhile,
now," exclaimed Harry, as he brought
the oxen to a halt. "I've walked six
miles, if an inch."
"Is it possible?" asked his mother.
"Possible and true!" growled the boy.
"I'll give ye a quarter for drivin' an
other mile," said Jason.
The boy had never earned, or at least
had never been allowed to possess a
"quarter" in bis life, and as Jason held
up a rusty coin to view, his eyes kin
dled with delight, aud be forgot that his
legs were aching with fatigue, as be
cheerfully plodded on.
Deep silence reigned in the wagon for
a minute, and was only broken then by
the heavy breathing of the wife-hunter.
Again bis arm was seized with a parox
ysm, and before Mrs. Morrison could
have spoken it was "out of place."
"We might be happy together,
mightn't we, darlin' ?" he murmured,
with a gentle tightening of bis grasp
around her waist, that seemed to arouse
her from a dream of abstraction, while
it sent a delicious little thrill through
her lonely spirit.
"The neighbors are- meddlin' a good
deal of late," be continued, "an if ye
was my wife, dear," with a sliding em
phasis upon the whispered epithet of
endearment, that was heightened by an
additional squeeze, "I would always
shelter an' protect ye; an' then it
wouldn't be anybody's business if we
did live under the same roof."
Mrs. Morrison, poor woman, was not
in the least "strong-minded," or she
might have freed herself from his en
circling arm anil stoutly answered that
t wasn't any of the neighbors' business
about her personal affairs, and she
couldn't see as she was under any obli
gation to commit matrimony and en
dure the consequences to please them,
unless she felt like it. As it was, the
terror of being "talked about" overcame
every rational scruple.
"People never have talked, Mr. An
drews. I don't see why they should be
gin now," and the widow made a weak
endeavor to remove the stroug arm
from its resting-place, and shake oil the
spell that was rapidly gaining complete
mastery over her senses.
"But they've been talkin' already,"
was the comforting assurance. "I was
over to Pete Anderson's the day afore
yesterday, au' Pete says to me, 'Jason,'
says he, 'don't ye think it's yer duty to
marry that widow an' purtect her from
scandal ?' 'What widow ?' says I, pur-
tendin' I didn't understand. Pete
laughed hearty like, an' says, says he,
'Jason, by George, that's a joke! Just
as if my folks an 'Squire Tooley's an'
all the rest of 'em haven't been sayin'
that you an' the widow Morrison ort to
marry.' I confess I felt puzzled. We
want our children to grow up respecta
ble, an' be somebody. This country's
goiu' to be rich au' pop'Ious some day,
an' they ort to be leaders in it. If your
good name should be lost, though, the
jig would be up; for it ain't just tiie
ticket for two to live and travel to
gether as we do unless they're husband
an' wife, ye know."
Mrs. Morrison clasped both hands
tightly over her eyes and pondered.
Again that strong arm clasped her
waist, and again sweet words of endear
ment to which she had not listened for
oil! so many years, rang in her ears and
echoed down in her heart.
"Be my own precious wife, an' I'll
love ye as man never loved a woman
afore. I'll see that ye waut for nothln',
an' I'll shield ye from every dauger.
Say 'Yes,' darliu', do.'"
Afterward Mrs. Morrison fancied that
she must have been, fur the time beiug,
insane.
With her sad eyes, through which a
strange light gleamed, intensely riveted
upon the plodding cattle, she timidly
returned the pressure of his ardent
hand-clasping, aud hesitatingly whis
pered :
Yea.'"
Is my mile up?" queried Harry,
again bringing the oxen to a hall.
Suddenly surprised in their love-mak
ing, the self-condemned couple grew
apparently indifferent to each other.
And Harry, being young aud Inexperi
enced, was naturally obtuse, so he no
ticed nothing new or strange in the
deportment of his mother or her com
panion.
The day wore on until the evening,
and the travelers then encamped for the
night beside a pebbly brooklet, and
pitched their tent upon a rising lawn,
overlooking a lovely vale, wltu moun
tains, snow-crowned and majestic, in
the shimmering distance; dark belts of
evergreen forest intersecting the
prairies; and the river, gleaming like a
silver thread, threw back the limpid
rays of the full harvest moon, making a
picture that might well inspire a poet
or a painter with its beauty aud its
magnitude.
The supper was over, and arrange
ments made for lodging for the night,
and yet it was too early for Mrs. Morri
son to retire to the shades of her wagon
for solitary rest. Wandering away
from the camp, she sat upon the roots
of a great tree, and resting her chin
upon her band, gazed abroad over the
earth, with her miud in a bewilderment
of doubt, hope, anxiety, and fear. Her
past life, and the strange vicissitudes
that had thrown her, in her maturer
years, adrift upon the bosom of her Oc
cidental home; the lonely years of her
widowhood; the faces and voices of her
children; her ceaseless efforts to make
the best of untoward circumstances; all
these facts and many fancies miugled
themselves in strange confusion in her
busy brain. She did not notice the ap
proach of Jason Andrews until he stood
before her. Rising suddenly to her feet,
with a reproof upon her tongue, which
she bit her lip to withhold, the widow
said, dreamily:
"What a beautiful evening! And
what a lovely country !"
"A very nice country to look at, but
it wouldn't sprout beans," said the
practical suitor.
Mrs. Morrison curled her lip and
turned away in disgust.
"I think the whole country Is fertile,"
she said, looking away toward the
mountains. "The wild grass is like a
meadow, and the soil is black and
loamy."
Jason did not argue the point. In
deed, he was thinking of other matters
thau beautiful scenery or fertile lands
just then. When a wholly practical
man, with no more conception of ideal
ity than an ox, gets his mind on matri
mony, there isn't much poetry about it
Mrs. Morrison weut back to her camp
and sat down upon the wagon-tongue.
Jason followed her, and when Harry
hod retired to the tent where he and the
widower were to lodge, took a seat be
side her, and again attempted love-
making.
"Don't talk about it, Mr. Andrews,"
she said, wearily. "It would never do
for you and me to marry each other, for
our tastes are so dissimilar that we
could have no lasting happiness."
"I don't see as that need be any ob
jection," urged the imperturbable
suitor. "If you like sweet victuals, an' I
like vegetables, ye can cook to suit both
of us, just as ye do now. I wouldn't
uever interfere with yer tastes."
Mrs. Morrison with difficulty re
pressed a derisive laugh. Again whis
pered words of endearment rang in her
ears, and they were like manna to her
thirsting soul.
The reader will remember that suit
ors were scarce at that period iu the his
tory of Molaila Moorland, else Mrs;
Morrison might have chosen more dis
creetly. Yet, when we remember and
around us are continual reminders
that women often .make such matri
monial bargaius when there is no lack
of better material that might be had for
the asking, let us not blaino ber over
much. Iu half an hour the widow re
tired to her couch with a kiss of be
trothal upon her lips, and Jason An
drews repaired to the mutual couch of
himself and Harry, to dream over what
was to be.
To be continued.
The Common People.
Whenever wo hear the old, familiar
phrase, the "common people," we feel
that the English language affords none
expressive or more charming. We
thiuk, while the sound lingers, that
King James' version did no service so
valuable as that or embalming that
phrase. Before we analyze it, it touches
the finest chords of sentiment, quickens
tlie fount of the best moral purpose, and
concentrates the whole force of human
sympathy. No phrase will better bear
analysis. The term "common" signifies
the universal; it does not, therefore, sig
nify anything low, vulgar, or mean.
we catcli its meaning wiieu we say that
"The sun is the common light of the
world," or "The earth is the common
mother of us all." It embraces everv
aim, hope, affection or aspiration which
human beings share with each other.
It indicates the widest human fellow
ship. It is the best expression of that
democratic sentiment which throne aud
aristocracy have conspired for centuries
to stllle, but which, surviving every at
tempt of power to crush it, shows the
indestructible vitality it bears.
This sentiment was never so vigorous
as it is to-day. There was a time when
people did not hesitate to apply the
phrase, "common people," to others;
but few wuuld care to do so now. Who
could do it without the cousclousness of
at least an incipient blush at the im
plied assumption that he is himself an
uncommou person, made ot something
better than common clay ? He must be
a brave man who can speak of the
"common people" as a class or human
beings to which be does not belong.
Happy is he who does not voluntarily
exclude himself from this great fellow
ship! Yet the pains and penalties of
such exclusion will men still incur in
blind or thoughtless disregard of the
conspquences. All stingy men do it, by
that excessive seltishnecs which appro
priates and hoards what does not justly
iieioug to tneui. ah proua men do it,
by that immense conceit which impels
them to snatch uncommon privileges,
position, or distinction. Men, in both
the "higher classes" and the "lower
classes," as they are called, inflict on
themselves the dreary isolation of cut
ting off the sources of human sympathy,
and sundering the ties of human kin
ship. We can bear any amnuut of per
sonal dislike on account of the unpopu
larity ot our opinions; we can endure
with moderate equanimity the haughty
arrogance of assumed social superiority;
but when we discover that our human
brothers withhold their sympathy and
good-will because of our sordid mean
ness or exclusive prfde, we shall wish
no longer to live.
We have faith in the common people.
We know that their judgments are of
ten distorted by prejudice, and their
minds fettered by tradition; aud that,
while they wait for higher intelligence
and a broader view, they haltand waver
ou the path of human progress; but we
know, too, that we are one ot them,
linked to their destiny by Indissoluble
ties, and that it is impossible to escape a
share alike in their shame or in their
glory. And our hope of human ad
vancement is based on the conviction
that beneath all the incrustations of
prejudice anil tradition, the undying
flame of aspiration aud progress still
burns, fed by the instincts that always
kindle Into life at the touch of whatever
is common, and human, aud divine.
New Age.
Annual Meeting. The annual
meeting of the Santa Clara Valley Ag
ricultural Society was held Thursday af
ternoon, with a large attendance of
members and spectators. The election
of officers for the ensuing term was the
first business on the programme, and
the coutest was quite spirited between
the several candidates. Following is
the result: President, James P. Sargent,
of Gilroy; Vice Presidents, L. J.
Hancliett and Moses Schellenberger, of
Ban Jose; Treasurer, John Jtl. Moore;
Secretary, D. J. Porter; Directors, Mrs.
L. J. Watkins, of Santa Clara, aud Tru
man Andrews, of San Jose. Mrs. Wat
kins is the first lady who has ever been
elected to office since the organization
of the society, and by takiug this new
departure the society has performed a
meritorious act, aud also placed itself
on the progressive record of the nine
teenth century. The new director is
amply qualified to nil the position, be
ing a lady of education and refinement,
and thoroughly alive to the agricultu
ral, horticultural, aud industrial inter
ests of this valley. It was resolved to
hold the next county fair during the
week commencing October 2d. San
Jose Mercury.
Only twice Iu forty years has the Con
nectlcut River been frozen over above
the bridge in Hartford on the 1st of De
cern oer.
NEEDLE AND THBEAD.
For some time past the writer has
been uuable to wield the implement of
thought because she hns been Bteadily
plying the needle. The family ex
chequer was getting low, aud Tom con
sidered it "too enormous to pay fifteen
dollars for nothing but getting two
dresses made." I bad never learned the
dress-making trade, and many a time I
exclaimed with the wise man, "AH is
vanity and vexation of spirit," but al
ways added, "especially vexation of
spirit," for J counted the vanity as noth
ing. Two whole days were spent in
looking over bazars, delineators, and
fashion-plates. Then came, the cutting
and fitting, the basting, binding, press
ing, plaiting, hemming, and shirring,
till my "fiugers were weary and worn,
and eyelids heavy and red," and I be
gan to wonder why,-if it were such an
Important matter that I should make
my clothes, that Tom didn't economize
by making his; and why I, being al
ready baker, laundress, and a half-dozen
other things, must add dress-making to
ray numerous occupations, while Tom
is a carpenter, and only a carpenter, and
doesn't know enough about tailoring to
sew on a button. Tom says, and be be
ing a man knows whereof he speaks,
and Tom says, with a good machine he
could do the sewing for a large family
and never miss the time. "What is a
machine for, he'd like to know? I tell
him that running the machine Is notall
of the work, and ask him if he could
build a house by- running a saw-mill,
and also inquire why, if he can do the
sewing without missing the time, he
doesn't convert himself into a house
hold angel by doing it?
To be expert with the needle, I con
sider essential to comfort and tidiness,
and it puzzles me to understand why it
is beneath masculine dignity to know
how to sew on buttous and mend small
rents, without always having to tres
pass upon some woman's time, as
though a woman didn't have enough of
such things to do for herself. Why
shouldn't Tom spend part of his even
ings darning socks and let me read the
papers a part of the time ? Some such
suggestions and inquiries as these I
made to Tom himself, but he stared at
me in such amazement, and thundered
out in such awful tones, " What are you
fort It seems to me that woman's
rights has got a mighty good grip on
you.'" that I immediately relapsed into
silence, though I continued for some
time in rather a perturbed stateof mind.
Finally, however, I began to think of
all that had been done by needles since
needles were first invented. I thought
of how much modern civilization is due
to theiruse, and woudered if we wouldn't
relapse into barbarism if they should
cease to be plied. I thought of all the
useful as well as. useless things made
with the needle, and remembered how
old women, with wonderful patience
and skill, registered events and wrought
pictures and patterns of marvelous
beauty, not with pencil and brush, but
with nothing but needle aud thread.
Then I began to think that dress-mak
ing is an art akin to making pictures.
An ill-fitting aud unbecoming dress
renders a worthy person unsightly and
offends the eye and shocks the taste of
every beholder, while a becoming dress
renders an attractive person still more
irresistible. The desire to dress the fig
ure well is often termed vanity; but
when tliis desire docs uot lead to ex
travagance, it is far more commendable
than sinful. It is laudable to ornament
our homes with beautiful pictures, car
pets, frescoes and flowers; but as the in
mates are of more importance than the
dwelling, it cannot be amiss to devote
just enough attention to their personal
appearance to make the dress au added
charm. The follies of fashion are to be
condemned; but that spirit that leads
many to array themselves with a stud
ied neglect of all that makes dress a
pleasing feature of the person, should bo
as harshly reprehended. More than one
religiou is founded upon the mere mat
ter of dress alone, and there is a sort of
superstition that everybody clings to,
that very plain, seedy garments are In
dicative of great piety, as though He
who created a world of beauty would
consider the one more pure of heart who
studies to be unsightly than the one who
studies to be attractive.
Long si nee the conclusion was reached
that a great deal of this cant about van
ity is the direct result of a certain in
herent principle of stinginess in man's
nature, for there is au unaccountable si
lence on the vanity of men, and the
whole burden of the woful sin is heaped
upon the shoulders of the "weaker ves
sel." As for example, when a minis
ter's wife dresses in good taste, no mat
ter how Inexpensively, all his congrega
tion are ready to cry out, "What a
dreadful example for the minister's wife
to set !" when the dear souls can't help
seeing that the minister himself is far
better dressed than the majority of his
charge, and that the clergy all over the
land dress like princes, and the pinch
ing and saving is doue by their econom
ically dressed wives. "Before all things,
justice."
Some weeks ago I went into the coun
try to visit an old friend, and found her
busy with a patch-work quilt. She
challenged my admiration, and I felt
called upon to tell a polite fib; for no
patch-work quilt, no matter how iutrl-
I cate the pattern, ever was anything but
ugly in my eyesj and when I heard her
soon after rematk that she never found
time to put much work on ber dresses,
I noticed that her garments were
"skimpt," and did not look trim and
tasteful, and wondered why women
with average brains would persist in
wasting so many hours over things that
are utterly useless. Spreads are prettier
and cheaper than quilts; yet bow many
women think it is impossible to keep
house without spending a great part of
their time tearing up calico into little
bits and sewing them together again.
The time spent in this way would bring
a ripb harvest if spent with books aud
papers. Not only in making patch
work quilts is time wasted with the nee
dle and thread, but in making many
other things that can be put to no prac
tical use. It Is the better part of art to
make useful articles ornamental; but it
is worse than folly to spend valuable
time in making dainty nothings.
Woman has so long been a slave to the
needle, that it requires time to emanci
pate her entirely from its thraildora;
but the day is dawning when, iustead of
its being looked upon as idleness for her
to rest without a needle In her fingers,
It will be counted as worse than idleness
for her to have it always in hand.
Madge Bright.
Tiie regular annual allowance of
Queen Victoria is $1,925,000, designed
"ior tnesupportot .tier Majesty's house
hold, and of the honor and dignity of
the crown of the United Kingdom of
Great Britain and Ireland." She also
receives the revenue of the Duchy of
Lancaster, araountiug to $210,000. The
Prince of Wales receives an annuity of
3200,000 in his own right, the revenue
of the Duchy of Cornwall, exceeding
$300,000, and $50,000 in the name of the
Priucess, his wife. The annuities
awarded the other members of the royal
laniiiy are as follows: Prince Alfred
(Duke of Edinburgh, second son. 25.-
000; Prince Arthur (Duke of Connaught,
third son), io,uou; frince .Leopold,
fourth son, 15,000; Princess Royal, 8.-
000; Princess Alice of Hesse, 6,000;
rrincess ueiena, jto.uuo; irmcess
Louise, 6,000; Princess Mary fTeckl,
5,000; Princess Augusta (Queen's
cousin), 3,000; Duchess of Cambridge
(auut of Her Majesty), 6,000; Duke
George of Cambridge cousin of the
Queen), 12,000 forming an aggregate
of over half a million dollars. Finally,
the salaries or a long list or royal ap
pendages amount to about $200,000.
A Great Mother to a Great Son.
The mother of John Quincy Adams
said, in a letter to him, when lie was
only twelve: "I would rather see you
in your grave than grow up a profane
and graceless boy."
JNot long before his death a gentleman
said to him: "I have found out who
made you."
"What do you mean?" asked Mr.
Adams.
The gentleman replied : "I have been
reading the published letters of your
motner."
"If," this gentleman relates, "I had
spoken that dear name to some little
boy who had been lor weeks away from
his mother, his eyes could not have
flushed more brightly, nor bis face
glowed more quickly, than did the eyes
of that venerable old man when I pro
nounced tue name ot nis mother, tie
stood up iu his peculiar maimer and
said : 'Yes, sir; all that is good iu me
1 owe to my mother.' "
Four women were re-elected members
of tho Boston School Committee re
cently: Abby W. May for three years,
Lucia M. Peabody for two years, Lucre
tia P. Hale aud Lucretia Crocker each
for one year. Miss May received 24,614
votes; Miss Peabody, 1O.033 votes; Miss
Hale, 14,564 votes; Miss Crocker, 14,028
votes. These votes do not, however, in
dicate the relative popularity of these
ladies, but only the number or tickets
upon which their names appeared.
Mrs. Mary J. Safford-Blake, beiug only
upon the Democratic and Boardman
Republican tickets, was not elected, but
received a much larger vote than the
average given for the candidates whose
names appeared only on tnese tickets.
In her own ward, 24, her vote was
nearly seven hundred, at least four hun
dred votes j n advance of the rest of the
ticket. Mrs. nate uannett Wells was
not a candidate.
"Catholicism." The corner-stone of
a Catholic church was recently laid at
Lexington, (Muss.,) the birth-place of
Theodore Parker, and among the arti
cles which were to be deposited therein,
according to the Catholic Review, were
the following : "Some fragments of the
walls of the Holy House of Nazareth,
wherein our Lord dwelt with His
Blessed Virgin Mother and the Patron
of the Universal Church during His life,
previous to the three years of Apostolic
life. There will also be particles of the
Holy Sepulchre, and of the Sacred Cra
dle at Bethlehem!"
Surely the priests who paraded these
relics must imagine that they are liv
ing in mediaeval times, and that Massa
chusetts is a part of the Austrian do
minions. No wonder that Catholicism
of this sort has a horror of free schools
and an unfettered press ! Christian Un
ion. Among the many noble traits of
Henry Wilson's character, we are
pleased to note this one : While proud
of the fact that his own exertions had
lifted him from the cobbler's bench to
the Vice Presidency of a great nation,
he was not forever boasting of his early
disadvantages, and did not affect to con
ceal his regret that he should have bad
so poor a start. It is time that we got
over the fancy that a man must trace
his origin back to the gutter in order to
command the respect of his fellow-citizens.
To rise out of the gutter by one's
own strength is greatly to be praised;
but it is better not to have been there at
all.
Two American women, residents of
Rio de Janeiio, a short time ago suc
ceeded in the perilous task of scaling
the Sugar-loaf Mountain, near that
city. At one point they had to be lifted
by ropes over au abyss 600 feet deep,
with the ocean at the bottom. But they
found some very rare varieties of ferns
on the summit.
For the New Northwest.
SELFISHNESS.
Blow, blow, winter winds ; come down, winter
rain;
Your wlerd wall to me is a soothing refrain,
As you shriek and rattle over my head
While snugly I lie in my sumptuous bed.
I've abundance for self while your carnival
lasts:
So for me lies no terror e'en In your wild blasts.
My life Is encompassed by pleasure and ease;
So howl, winds, and rage, storms, as much as
you please.
True, the widow will sigh, as she lists to your
wall,
As you without mercy her cottage assail ;
And she thinks of her children and limited
store,
And prays that your reign may quickly be o'er.
.
But what are the troubles of others to me T
What I have Is my own; and I can not see
Why I should grow sad o'er the Buffering poor,
And thus banish mirth from my own cottage
door.
Had all been as lucky or prudent as I,
Then all could the long, cheerless winter dery.
Formy own I've provided by laylngup wealth,
And let every one else take care of himself,
Wailec,
Portland, December 27, 1875.
Mrs. Joblink's Experience.
"When I first jiued the church," said a
matron, as she leaned out of the win
dow, speaking to a younger and a se
verer-looking female, "I had just them
kiud of notions myself. ButI got more
light as I growed older."
"But, Mrs. Joblink," said the other,
"duty is duty, and each must act out his
mission !"
"Yes," rejoined Mrs. Joblink, patron
izingly; "that's jest the way I used to
feel till I got married. When yon have
a husband cumin' home o' nights and
fulliu' up stairs, you won't think the
Lord requires so much of you. I used to
pray for Joblink till he started to make
a stump speech to the hat-rack till three
o'clock iu the raoruin', au' then I got
more light. The Lord helps them as
helps themselves; an' I find now that a
metal-backed hair-brush does better
with Joblink than all the prayers you
can shake a stick at ! You'll see .when
you get married."
The young lady sighed, and inquired
if there were any poor people in the
neighborhood who would be benefited
by a tract on "The Sin of Dancing."
The trouble in Princeton College in
regard to secret societies has been ami
cably settled. The dismissed students
having expressed their regret for their
course in conuecting themselves with
prohibited societies, aud given their
pledge to have nothing to do with them
hereafter, are permitted, on application,
to return to the college. In connection
with this act of the Faculty, President
M'Cosh emphatically expressed his
opinion that secret societies were injuri
ous. He had no objection to ail proper
societies; but a skulking society that
goes away in the dead of night to some
secret corner should have uo place
among houest, open-hearted men.
AH who have seen Senator Logan's
photograph will appreciate the story
told by the Boston Post, that once in a
game of poker Logan held three iacks
jack of hearts, jack of diamonds aud
jack of clubs. After running the bets
up to the limit and calling down the
hands, Logan found that his opponent
had fourteus, when, with true military
fertility of resources, Logan furtively
took out ot his pocket one of hlsown
photographs and played it upon his un
suspecting opponent for the jack of
spades, thereby holding four jacks and
sweeping the board.
A curious fact about Tennessee is that
it contains more dogs than men. Re
turns from the dog-tax assessment in
about one-third of the State show 47,574
men and 70,780 dogs. This being taken
as a basis, it is estimated that there Is
not less than 225,000 dogs iu the State
listed for taxation, uot to mention the
thousands that escape taxation. Some
one reckons that these dogs cost for
their keeping over four millions of dol
lars annually, to say nothing of some
45,000 sheep which they kill every year.
"Pour In knowledge gently." Plato,
one of the wisest men of ancient Greece,
observed that the minds of children are
like bottles with very narrow mouths.
If you attempt to fill them too rapidly,
much knowledge is wasted and little re
ceived, whereas, with a small stream
they are easily filled. Those who would
make prodigies of young children act
as wisely as if they would pour a pail of
water into a pint measure.
Quite recently a Bbort-sighted hus
baud saw a large bouquet of flowers on
a stand, and, wishing to preserve them
from fading, placed them in a basin of
water. When his wife saw the "bou
quet" half an hour afterwards, she gave
one piercing scream aud fainted on the
spot. Her defeclive-visioned husband
had mistaken her new bnunet, with its
abundance of flowers, for a freshly
culled bouquet.
Some of the Cincinnati ladies propose
to take a whole room in the new Cen
tennial building; and to iulay the floor
with tiles of their own painting, and to
fresco the walls themselves. The Hart
ford ladies propose that some of their
number shall take lessons in painting
and frescoing iu order to follow their ex
ample. Brigham Young declares he will
marry a thousand women, if he wauts
to, and the country cheers the senti
ment in the hope that among that
thousand there will be one woman who
can use a rolling-pin with a sudden and
sustained ferocity.
"Away down in Maiue" cursing on
Sunday is taxed two dollars per oath;
on week days the luxury can be in
dulged in at half-price. The law is
rigid, and the proceeds, when collected,
are to go toward fouuding a lunatio
asylum.
Take life easy, and don't always be
trying to beat the sun up. You may do
it for a while, but iu the long run you
are sure to be beaten, and some morning
it will rise when you don't.
John G. Whittier has a statuette of
Hercules leaning on his club, which was
formerly iu Charles Sumner's library.
It was presented to the poet by the sis
ter of Mr. Sumner.