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CHAPTER XXL Jason Andrews was not pleased with the way the summer's work had been carried on during Ills absence. The debts that Madge had contracted when employing the men to harvest the grain had not been paid, aud their aggregate was a large sum in the estimation of a'n economical man who had recently spent the whole of his reserve fund in a spree, aud finished up with the proceeds of an enforced sale of one of the horses com prising the family team. "Madge did the best she could, I'm sure, Jason," said Mrs. Andrews, tim idly. "The best she could" answered her lord, contemptuously. "There isn't any need of half the hands she hired. I've harvested a bigger crop by myself, many a time." "Butlsayshedid the best she could!" reiterated the wife. " Woman! do ye know who ycr talk- tiv to f" and tbe master of the Morrison homestead indulged in a pitiful air of attempted dignity th&t was intensely disgusting. "Yes, I do !" replied the wife, for' the first time since their marriage daring to resent his impertinence. "I'm talking to a whisky-guzzler, wholcft the mother of his own child to die but for the care of others! I'm talking with a worth less, fault-finding sol a poor, misera ble, degraded apology of manhood, who shall mend his ways, or, by the Eternal, he shall go one road and I another !" "Highty-tighty! but here's richness!'' exclaimed the head of the family, with a grin; for, to do him justice, lie was rarely quarrelsome, the few really ugly exhibitions of temper to which he had given vent in their married experience having been mainly directed to Madge, who had always provoked him bylier unanswerable sarcasm. "I'm in sober earucsl," said Mrs. An drews, who never before at least, never since Madge had been old enough to do the heroic for the fumily had allowed herself to make stern resolves, much less abide by them. "I mean just what I say. You and I are to go two roads henceforth, if ever you indulge in an other drunken spree. Another thing, sir ! You are not to grumble at what has been done during your absence. If you had remained at home and taken care of the crops and your own young ones, as any decent brute would have done, we would not owe a dollar for har vesting, and we'd have a team, too. Now, Jason Andrews, hearken : Never again will I cotiseut to live the life of a drunkard's wife !" "I'd like to know how yer goin' to help yourself!" exclaimed the head of the family. "I've never abused ye, nor done the least thing tbe law will blame me for. A man has a perfect right to take sprees, aud do what he pleases with his own.." "Jiighl, iudeed, Jason ! What would you say if I should go ort and get drunk?" "But you're a woman." "And beiug a wotnau, and a weaker vessel, I suppose I must be loo strong to indulge iu the weakness which is excus able in men !" "Jes' so." "But I don't see it so, Jason. You'd better look sharp." These threatenings were doubtless very unwomanly, according to the or thodox standard,- but they were cer tainly very natural. Though, when the fact was bruited through the neigh borhood that Mrs. Andrews had vio lently assailed her husbaud with bitter reproaches, and thereby driven him yet deeper into intoxication, the worst cen sors in me community were wives whose husbands were sober men, and who, because of this, knew nothing of the trials of a sister who had been driven to desperation by neglect and drunkenness. In order to settle his authority and headship beyond dispute, Jason sent to The Falls by a passing teamster for a keg of whisky, payiug roundly therefor in the wheat which Madgo had man aged to save, and when the beverage came, aud was hidden away In the old log barn, and the ruler of the household had imbibed freely aud gotten gloriously drunk, the scene that followed baffles all description Let us draw a veil over the household bickerings, the terrible, soul-sickening effects of which, though witnessed too often by the little children of au ill marred union, are mercifully hidden from tbe mature minds of the outside world. Mrs. Andrews found to her cost that all her heroic declarations of iude pendence but added fresh links to the chains of ber bondage; aud after such mental struggle as none cau realize ex cept they are called to wade through the black shadows of a bondage against which their very souls rebel, and who yield to duty, not for their own sake, tut for the sake, of helpless little ones -whom Providence has cast adrift, unln - vited and unwelcoraed, upon the great ocean of life, with none but themselves to care for them. Mr. Morrison, the hired man, proved an invaluable auxiliary to the worse than widowed mother in her great ex tremity, and, but for the unreasoning and unreasonable jealousy of Jason An drews, a malady with which all men and women are afflicted who possess an inner consciousness of their.own inferi ority or unworthiness, the work would have been as well managed as though the head of the family had not been in dulging in the masculine prerogative of drunkenness. DidMrs. Andrews order a certain duty performed, Jason would countermand it; did she suggest certain improvements about the farm, he would order some thing else; and if the hired man was known to exchange a word with her which her legal owner did not clearly understand, his fury would know no bounds. One day, Mr. Morrison, in wandering around the farm in quest of cattle that had strayed, found himself withlu less than a quarter of a mile from the new post office. He had not yet encountered George Hanson, though the news that he and the parson had "jumped" one half of tho Morrison homestead had been so thoroughly discussed by the gos siping neighbors that ho was well ac quainted with all its minor details. "Very likely Madge has written to me," he thought. "I promised to- be her 'post office,' and she's been gone for over a week aud I haven't attended to the matter. Guess I'll go aud see if there's a letter.". Suiting the action to the thought, he bounded over the fence and wandered down the footpath which Madge had taken on the eve of her flight from the maternal roof. I hope I'll meet that infernal mur derer of my poor lost darling's honor. feel just in the mood to avenge her!" e haid, excitedly. It so happened that Jason Andrews, who had been wandering aimlessly through thewoodsduriug the afternoon, while laboring under a preliminary stage of mania a potu, and who had beeu lying for an hour on the sunny side of a prostrate tree, was sufficiently awake to hear the threat and half way comprehend its meaning. Unconscious that he had had a lis tener, the farm hand plodded on. George Hanson also happened if, in deed, anything may be said to ever hap pen to be passing near him, and saw the face of the man lie had so cruelly wronged, while Morrison did not perceive him through the undergrowth that lined the pathway. As I live, there's Sara's old lover!" gasped the guilty coward who had mar ried Madge, as heskulked away through the bushes, and was not seen again in the neighborhood for many months. "Any letter to-day for Morris Morri son ?" asked the owner of the given cognomen, as he accosted the sickly- looking wife of the deep-voiced parson, who, witli a child In her arms, was ar ranging letters and papers in a very primitive and diminutive array of letter-boxes. "One came yesterday for a gentleman of that name, but Mr. Hanson took it out of the office for him," said the sup ported woman, to whom lending the post office, as her husband's deputy, brought no recompense. 'I'm very sorry, madam," said he, striving to conceal his agitation, as he staggered out of tho house and back again over the route by which lie had come. "Poor child 1" he mused, and he has tened on; "so young, so impetuous, so conscientious, aud yetso chained. She's even worse off than poor Sara, who at least possesses liberty." He reached his temporary home, to find the thread of his reflections broken by an encounter with Jason Andrews, wiio was indulging in the agreeable pastime of many drunkards accusing his wife of infidelity. The moment he entered the room, the infuriated husband began a tirade o accusation against him, that caused the unhappy wife to swoon with mortifica tion. ' The poor woman lay in a death like faint upon the wooden settle that did duty as a lounge, and Jason An drews, beiug determined that he would not assist her himself, nor allow any body else to do so, swaggered up and down the room, alternately warning and threatening the one honorable friend of his wife who dared raise his voice to protect her. "I must either leave that poor, half- dead creature to her fate, or knock her owner on the head!" he exclaimed to Mrs. Perkins, who was busy in the kitchen, and who proved likely to re main a guest at the Mollala farm during the remainder of her life, because sh had nowhere else to go. J'Cmi't you do something for Mrs Andrews ?" lie continued, his voice tremulous and his lips white with an ger. "The quicker she's dead the better, and dou't know what to do to relieve her any, unless I let her die," whs the sad response. "You see, he owns her, and he can do as he pleases with his own property. I am here, dependent upon him, too, till I can get away cannot leave my daughter's children and Mrs. Andrews cannot get away - ! from hers." "But her children he certainly has no claim on them!" "You forget the baby." "Yes, I did forget. But it's terrible to see her dragging out her life iu this ay;" "Her troubles about Madge are even greater than about herself," said Mrs. Perkins. "Madge has written to me," abruptly remarked the hired man. "Oh, has she? What news?" and Mrs. Perkins fairly trembled in her ea gerness. "I don't knouwhat she wrote." "That's singular. This is no time to be humbugging anybody, Mr. Morri- sou." "I know it, madam; I know it. And hile we leave that egotistical donkey strutting up and down iu the sitting- room, waiting for his wife to recover from the cruel blow she has received in her soul, I may as welflell you all about Of course you won't repeat to that rum-soaked monster anything I say. I want you to Inform Mrs. Andrews, though, for I must go away from here." " You, Mr. Morrison ?" "Yes I." "What for?" "Because I cannot bear to remain in Iglitof so much human misery that I have no possible opportunity to allevi ate. Mrs. Andrews is a martyred an gel. As an honorable man, I could do nothing less than give her kindly coun sel when she, as an honorable woman, has sometimes sought advice in her great affliction. I cannot stoop to re main in an atmosphere whose every breath is tainted with the foul suspi- ions of a jealous cur who will not treat his wife with courtesy nor allow any one else to do so. The vile wretch who married Madge and ruined poor S ; the miscreant who is now the legal owner of a wandering refugee for whom there is not in all the world a hiding place; the low, despicable, cowardly agaboud who destroyed my own hap- iness, is iu possession of the letter written by Madge to her mother, under cover to me, and he will seek, find, and persecute her. "i feel that she will need my help." But you've no more moral or legal right to assist her than her mother. She, too, belongs to her husband, and any interference on your part, for the purpose of protecting her iu any way, will only make the matter worse." "I'll risk it, anyhow." "Well, God speed you; though I'm sure I don't envy you the job you've un dertaken." And now, reader, while Morris Morri son is making the few needed prepara tions for his suddenly-planned journey, et us leave hun to steal a few farewell words with Mrs. Andrews, who recov ers from her swoon and again moves wearily about the house, rejoiced at last, when her legal prop and shield goes grumbling to his bed, that once more the torpor of drunkenness is upou him aud she may have a little peace; let us eave them to plan and conjecture us to ways and means to rescue mother and daughter, and returning to Madge, as we left her, overlooking the site of the new city, let us go with her in search of shelter aud em ploy ment. Poor Madge! Her attempt to make a presentable tot let was a sad one. Naturally homely, she was more in need of artificial adorn- ment than most women, or, rather, children, for she was yet a child; but her one presentable dress had become badly demoralized iu her travels through the forest, and do what she would to hide the rents with thorns, which in lieu of pins were fortunately obtaina ble, she felt a humiliating sense of her own uncomeliness, that was in nowise lessened by her tattered clothing, when she reached the growing city and set about the difficult task of hunting em ploymeut among strangers without ref erences, and wholly destitute of knowl edge concerning the world aud its ways. At a number of hastily-erected but flashily-elegant residences, where she gathered courage to make application for work, she was met by servants who slammed the doors iu her face. Again she was turned away for lack of refer ences, and again repulsed as an intruder. Yet her spirits did not pink, nor her courage falter. A sort of inner cou sciousness in her final triumph sus tained her throughout the dreadful day and she sometimes wondered to herself why it was that she was not utterly de spondent. Finally, when her feet were blistered with. walking, and her bones ached with fatigue, she turned a corner and started with a new impulse down the street. A pretty brown cottage stood in th center of a blackened clearing, and three or four children were romping over tho rough, unsodded earth. man was busy building a fence next the street, and tli rough the wiudow Madg espied a woman lying upon a sick bed nervously worrying with a crying babe "Would you like a good, willing girl in yourhouse ?" Thequestion startled the fence-builder It was so abrupt and unexpected. For nearly a week he had beeu occupyin every minute he could spare from th sick wife and little ones, that was not Bpent in fence-building, iu diligently searching for the very help that Provi dence had but just now sent to his door. "Cau you cook, and wash, and wait on sick folks, aud take care of a baby ? asked the man, as he paused with ham mer poised above a nail he was holding, as though just ready to drive it home. "I can do anything that anybody else can do, from building fences to making embroidery, sir. And I am not afraid or ashamed to work." "Got any references?" "No, sir; nothing but these arms and hands. Do you want to employ me?" "Guess I'll give you a trial." "At what wages, sir?" "That's 'business, anil I like you. Give me a man or a woman who comes traight to business. I'll , try you at three dollars a week." Madge in her heart had hoped that he would say six; but she was in no condi- ion to ilrive-an advantageous bargain. "I'd like to give bigger wages, but in poor and can't afford it. Come long 'into the house. My wile will ant an introduction. What shall I call you ?" "Madge is name enough, sir. Call me Madge." The new acquaintance was glad in deed to see the homely visage of the indly-voiced assistant. In a few mo ments the two were well acquainted, and Madge was busy after her own good fashion in making everythihg orderly and comfortable in iter new and strange quarters. To be continued. From the Rockford Seminary Magazine. Is" John Smarter than I Am ? When the September morning came that was to send us forth to school, I id, standing in the hull, two trunks tilled with what was considered a roper wardrobe for a boarding-school Miss. This entire outfit was largely the product of tny summer's work, for my lather was strictly orthodox on the uestion ol a girl's making und mend- ng her own clothing. John's one runk stooii beside mine in the hall. Not an article in ic had cost him a mo ment's labor, and scarcely a single thought. Even the foldingand packing had been done by my mother, and each garment was so placed as to give him the least possible Inconvenience in tak ing out for use. Arrived at our respective institu- lons, we were marshaled for cxamina ions. John' passed his every way creditably. I, together with nine- tenths of my companions, fell a degree ower than we had expected. Facts that were once perfectly familiar, de fied even my slightest acquaintance. There seemed really nothing in my cranium but a couple of tuiillled drums, that kept beating away iu either ear as if playing a dead march for my departed wits. "All !" says l'rolessor bpectacles, 'girls learn largely by the faculty of memory. They never grasp a subject n its various relations, and so make it thoroughly their own. - They make a brilliant recitation, but a few months after the greater part has evaporated." 1 entirely disagree with the learned Professor. Suppose John had been hard at work from daylight till bed-time for three months before bis examinations, making coats, pantaloons, and waist coats, given to realize that his gen tility, respectability, and every mascu- me desirability depended on his tilling at least two SaraFoira trunks with these garments in every conceivable style of cut and material, and then, at the end of that time, call him up to demon strate a proposition iu Euclid, aud see iL there lias not been some evaporation, even from a masculine brain. John's school had a four year's course of study, and so had mine. With the exception of a year and a half of the ancient languages, aud a half-year of mathematics, the two were par allel. This difference, however, was met by tho more advanced require ments for entrance at John's school; so the amount of daily study required of me for the four years was equivalent to his. The institution selected tor me by my parents was what might have been des- euated a compromise school, it ucing adjusted to run to the temple or Knowl edge either by broad or narrow gauge, While it held a college charter, had a fair course of study, and recognized the idea that woman was capable ot nc (luiring a liberal education, yet it had sogreataiear that its pupils might be called "strong-minded,'' or forget their province ot ireneial superintendents ot the dinner-basket, that the wise Board ofTrustees established that eacli pupil should devote one hour per day to do mestic work, it fell to my lot to mix bread. Accordingly, every morning, at a certain bell, I donned a large apron and went to the domestic hall. Here I fouud several pans containing a flour and water mixture, upon winch 1 was to spend an hour kneading into a state of greater consistency. What became of it after this, I know not. How it e.mio to be in the state I found it, I know not; but for twenty weeks, one hour daily, Sundays excepted, I spent in tins work, which I was told was a part of the process or bread-making. The next twenty weeks I cut bread. Then I sifted flour, washed glass, swept, turned the crank ot the ciioppuig-ma chine, etc., until my fourth year, when I was allowed to scour Knives without change for the forty weeks. This work was regarded as one ot tho senior privileges, not because of the greater mental discipline necessary to its ac complishment, but forty-five minutes ot this labor, was considered equivalent to sixty of the ordinary kinds, so it left fifteen minutes daily for recreation and reading, which it was thought proper for seniors to have. When the Itev. Mr. Smilax spoke-so glowingly in his anniversary address of the value of learning that useful accom plishment, liouse-Iteepiug, at the same time that we were acquiring an educa tion in mathematics and the languages, I could but think it very strange that our trustees, who were also trustees of John's school, had never thought to set hi ni to planing boards and boring holes, an hour daily, so that when he gradu ated he could he a house-builder, as well as T a house-keeper. I ventured at one time to suggest this to one of our venerabte fathers, but he so frightened me witli the immense Interrogation points that stared at me from his eyes as he answered, iu very decided tones, "Miss Jones, such a thing would he per fectly impracticable," that I never ven tured farther with my philanthropic suggestions. Sq John did not shove a plane, nnr turn a bit or auger during his college days; but he pitched a base-ball, kicked a foot-balI,or rowed a boat, to prepare himself for the business of future years. Again, there was the time actually demanded of me by the dictates of fashion for the dressing and adorning of my person. Every day, and occasionally oftener, I was to hook, pin, button, or otherwise fasten upon my person, from sixteen to twenty different articles of apparel, exclusive of pins, hair-pins, rings, chains, braids, curls, and frizzes, the number of these being, mathemati cally considered, an indeterminate quantity. Then there was the care of these articles, seeing that they were in a proper condition for use and orna mentation. Perhaps you will say I had no need to comply with fashion's dic tates. So the Rev. Mr. Smilax said; but, as I early observed, he shed most of his benignant wisdom on the girls with the greatest number of flounces and frizzes, and, us the conversation of the Reverent! gentleman was consid ered highly instructive, I subjected my self to all this labor iu order to attain my highest cultivation. If John und I were to give statements of our daily accounts, with time, the following would be the result: JQ1IX JONES. To Time ...... JOHN JOXES. Dr. hrs.min. ....21 00 Cr. 15 Sept. 18. Sept. 18. By Dressing Morning prayers. 3 recitations at 3 hours. 3 meals at 30 minutes . Sleep llalance . SO 00 so 15 IS 21 00 Dr. .21 00 Cr. JERUSHA JANE JONES. Sept. IS. To Time : JERUSHA JAXE JOXES. Sept. IS. I5y Dressing ' " " Morning and evening prayers at 30 minutes " " " X recitations at 3 hours " " " Music .: " " " Domestic worlc......... " " " 3 meals at 30 minutes " " " J'rivale meditations and devotions .. " " " Room work " " " Care of wardrobe " " " Hlcen. SO oo 0) 00 00 30 SO no 15 45 00 Balance........ 21 00 Now, Mr. Physiologist, does it prove that a girl is physically incapable of go ing to school, because she "breaks down" under u burden about otie-half greater than a boy's? Is my brain made of poorer clay because I have not attained, at the end of a four year's course, us broad aud thorough scholar ship as John, who has had live hours daily, and I how much to give to rec reation and general culture . Does not the proverb "all work and no play" ap ply to me us well us to Jack ? lilihu Lsurritt is regarded as one or the remarkable men of the century. School boys have been pointed to him as a model of perseverance. Heacouired i knowledge ot .Latin and l rencli during his apprenticeship, aud, at the age of Unity, was master of several lan guage although a goou mechanic, working at Ins forge from eight to. ten hours per day. A woman is expected to learn aud practice house-keeping, a trade with its thousand details, far more difficult tiiau black-smithing, and then, because she does not muster, so many languages as a Burritt, must there ever be before her the fingers of a man's hand writing upon the wall that bars her progress, "Mene mcne, telcel upharsin f" Jerusha J axe Jones. The Wife of Byron's Grandson. Many times may be seen at Brighton a fair woman, upon whose head falls the sunshine yet from the eastern horizon of life, whose contours have a girlish roundness, but whose reatures begin to show the harsh touch of the chisel of care. Looking upon her, one would be lieve her to be a girl yet, for her years cannot be more than 23 one who has been a very PyBche of girls, and is not yet far separated from a radiant, buoy- atit youth. And yet tins fair woman is one whose name has been smirched by one of the most monstrous scaudals of fashionable English society. She is the wife of a member of the proudest aris tocracy in the world, who is heir to two earldoms, and whose wealth is so great that he 'himcelf hardly knows its ex- teut. This is Lord Wentworth, son of Lad Lovelace, who was "Ada, sole daughter of my house and heart," of tlie poet, L.ord liyron. Uy the paternal line, he will inherit the title aud honors of Lord Lovelace; by tho maternal, he came into possession of Ins present one. Ada Byron, the first Lady Lovelace, was of a very peculiar temperament, inheriting from her father the morbid conditions which in his case were a re actionary effect of emotional dissipa tion, but iu hers a constitutional de pression. Hers was not a happy mar ried lite, although one free from scandal; and Lord Lovelace, when he was mis taken for a servant by the pretty widow who was afterwards his wife, upon the hotel steps at Madrid, perhaps felt the first warmth or the revived emotion which Lord Byron's pulseless daughter had chilled to almost death. She trans mitted a peculiar mental constitution to her sous. The elder, Lord Ockham, who would have been Lord Wentworth had In not died before the title descended from the elder brunch, in his early youth abandoned his home, his luxuri ous habits', and all the refined associa tions of li is rank, and worked for mouths in a blacksmith's shop. Later, he mar ried a publican's daughter, and died soon after his marriage. Dying child less, tbe title of Lord Wentworth passed' over him to Lady Lovelace's second Son, who now bears it. It is told of the no bleman that, one evening, going into the theater, he made a bet with one of his companions that he would marry the most beautiful woman at the play that night. It chanced that tire lovely daughter of a Newcastle clergyman oc cupied a stall near the young man, and before the curtaiu had fallen upon the drama of that night, the tragedy of their lives had begun, for Lord Went worth determined upon the spot to make the fair girl his wife. Of the sub sequent appearance of the couple in the divorce courts, of the shameful charges broughWagainst the wife, wiio seemed toiiavlS a lover for every change of the weather, of the dreadful counter-charges brought against her husband, who seemed to have iu him the morbid taint of his ancestry, all England knows full well. Tree-planting is prosecuted energetic ally in Minnesota. It is estimated that 20,000,000 young trees have been planted on the prairie land. National "Woman Suffrage Association. The National Woman Suffrage Asso ciation will hold its Ninth Annual Con vention, in Masonic Hall, New York, corner Sixth Avenue and Twenty-third street, May 10th and 11th, 187C. This Convention, occurring in the Centennial year of the Republic, will be a most important one. The underlying principles ot government will this year be discussed as never before; both for eigners and citizens will query as to now closely this country has lived up to its own principles. The long-debated questiou as to the source of the govern ing power, was answered a century ago by the famous Declaration of Independ ence, which shook to the foundation all recoguized power, and proclaimed the right of the individual as above all forms of government; but while thus declaring itself to be founded on indi vidual right, this nation has failed to secure the exercise of their inalienable right of self-government to one-half the individuals of the nation. It has held the women of the nation accountable to laws they have had no share iu making. and taught as their one duty, that doc trine of tyrants unquestioning obedi ence. Liberty to-day is therefore but the heritage of one-half the people, aud the Centennial will be but the celebration of the independence of one-half the na tion. The men alone or this country live in a Republic: the women enter the second hundred years of national life as political slaves. That no structure is stronger than its weakest point, is a law of mechanics that will apply equally to government. In so far as this goverumeet has denied justice to women, it is weak, and pre paring ior its own aowuian. All the insurrections, rebellions, and martyr doms of history have grown out of de sire for liberty, and in woman's heart this desire is as strong as in man's. The history of this country cannot be writ ten without mentiou o'f woman; at every vital time iu the nation's life, men and women have worked together; everywhere has woman stood by the side of father, brother, husband, son, in defense of liberty. The work of the women of theRevoIution is well known; without their aid the Republic could never have been established; their pa triotism and sacrifice equaled that of the men; btitwhile the men have reaped their reward, women are still suffering under all the oppressions complained of in li lb. The five great principles recognized in the Declaration of Independence are: 1st. The natural rights of individuals. 2d. The exact equality of those rights. 3d. That rights not delegated by in dividuals are retained bv individuals. 4th. That no person can exercise the rights or others without delegated au thority. 5th. That non-use of rights does not destroy them. Under these principles, the rights of every man, black and white, native horn and naturalized, have been secured; but only through equal impartial suf frage tor all citizens, without distinc tion of sex, can a true Republican gov ernment be established. All persons who believe these princi ples should be carried out in spirit and in truth are invited to be present at the Alay Convention. Matilda Joslyn Gage, President. Susan B. Anthony, Chalrmuu Executive Committee. N. B. The New York Stete Woman Suffrage Association, (organized in 1SG9), will conduct proceedings the second day, with view of arranging a vigorous State campaign. MRS. L. Devereux Blake, Acting President. Susan B. Anthony, Chairman Executive Committee. Eleanor Kirk, Secretary. All communications or contributions for either society should be addressed to Lillie Devereux Blake, 10G East 55th street, New York. During the twelve years of its exist ence, the Working Women's Protective Union has fouud employment for 1010 working women, besides giving helpful Information and advice to 3388 others. The object of this society is to promote the iuterests of those women who ob tain a livelihood by employment other than household service, aud especially to provide them with legal protection from the frauds and impositions of un scrupulous employers. Small sums of money, in the form of temporary Joans, have been distributed among working women to meet their immediate and pressing necessities. These loans have been made during the last seven years, and without any pledges, yet their scrupulous repayment, in a majority of cases, indicates the honesty of the bor rowers. Out of over $2145, the actual deficiency is not more than $25. Legal prosecutions for the collection of unpaid wages have beeu made without cost to working women, tlie total amount ob tained by the Union as the result of le gal and other measures being, at tlie close of last year, over $10,411. Dis honest employers aud unscrupulous agents practice numerous frauds upon poor women, particularly upon seam stresses; but the very fact of the exist ence of such a society as the Protective Union, tends to make many such per sons practice an enforced honesty for fear of the results. The officers give their personal services, and the counsel of tbe board and legal adviser iu all prosecutions receives no other compen sation than the legal lees obtained through judgment against those who re sist the rightful claims made in behalf of working women. The expenses of the society are borne by the voluntary contributions of those who approve the woric. A drag driven by an elegantly attired lady, with a trim and neatly dressed colored boy p.erched on the footman's seat behind, was espied by an old negro woman. "Bress de Lord !" she ex claimed, raising her hands as she spoke: "Bressde Lord ! I never 'spected to see- dat. Wouder what dat cullud young gemtnan pays dat young white 'oraan tur drivin' dat KerndgeY 1 know'd it'd come, but neber 'spected to see it. Dis uigga's ready to die now, "Will your Honor please charge the jury ?" asked an Arkansas lawyer at the close of a horse-thief trial. "I will," replied His Honor. "The Court charges each juryman one dollar for drinks, and six dollars extra for the one who used the Court's hat for a spittoon during the first day of the session." Protest. NATIONAL WOMAN SUFFRAGE ASSOCIATION. To the Men of the United States in Cele bration oj (he Ration's Centennial Birthday, Philadelphia, July ith, 187G: One century ago the walls of Inde pendence Hall echoed to that famous "Declaration" of our fathers that startled the world from Its old dreams of authority, and proclaimed the individ ual above all principalities and powers. The Revolutiouarv heroes of '76 as serted and re-asserted thesagreat truths: All men are created free and enual. with certain inalienable ri slits to life. liberty, and the pursuit of happiness;" "taxation witliout representation is tyranny;" "no just government can be framed withoutahe consent of the irov- erned." Such were the fundamental principles of the experiment of government they proposed to try m the JNew -World. Such are the grand doctrines taught their sons and daughters through the century; the texts for our Fourth of July orations; the mottoes for our ban ners; the songs for our national music. Individual rights, individual conscience aud judgment are our great American ideas, the cardiual points of our faith in church aud state, and the soul of our Re publican government. Through prolonged discussion, hot debate, and bloody conflict on the bal- tlc-tiefd, the men of this generation have secured for their sex, white and black, rich and poor, native and for eign born, the liberty of self-govern ment, and it well bents them to cele brate the Centennial birthday of such sacred rights. liut the mothers, wives, and dauah- ters of this Republic have no lot nor pare in this grand jubilee. They stand to day where their fathers did when subjects of King George-""slaves," accordiusr to the definition of Ben jamin lrankliu, "having no voice in the laws aud rulers that govern them." Women are denied the right of self- government; the most ignorant and de graded classes or men are their rulers. Women are denied the right of trial by a jury of their peers; men, foreign and native, are their judges and jurors. Women are taxed without repre sentation, governed without their con sent, and now Kings, Emperors, and Czars from the despotisms of the Old World are invited here to behold the worst form of aristocracy the sun ever shone upon an "aristocracy of sex." Our rulers may learn a lesson of jus tice from the very government they re pudiated a century ago. In England, women may occupy the highest polit ical position, fill many offices, aud vote on a property qualification atall munic ipal elections, while here the political status of the (laughters of the pilgrims is lower than that of the paupers from the Old World who land on our shores to vote our taxes and governors. In view of such degradation of one half olir people, citizens of a Repub lic, weprotcst before the assembled na tions ot the world against the Centen nial celebration as an occasion for na tional rejoicing, us only through equal, impartial suffrage cau a genuine Re publican form of government be re alized. With pride we may point the world to our magnificent domain, our num berless railroads, our boundless lakes and rivers, our vast forests and exhaust less mines, our progress in the arts and sciences, our inventions in mechanical and agricultural implements, but in human rights, how false to our theory of government we still remain. The enfranchisement of 20,000,000 of women is the only act of justice that, in its magnanimity and magnitude, is worthy of the occasion you propose to celebrate the crowuing glory of the great events of the century. Deprived of her Child. James P. Day and his wife, during his lifetime, had some litigation, in which heclaimed that a child, which his wife claimed as theirs, was not so. Iu his will be left his wife only SI, 000, and that only on condition that she should not contest the will. He left $2,000 to his execu tors to be used to maintain the child, whom ho described as his "adopted child," at the Academy of the Holy Cross, where she then was, or at some other suitable institution, in their dis cretion; but all payments were to cease if his wife attempted to control the child, or the jchild voluntarily lived with her. The' matter came up yester day, on a writ of habeas corpus obtained by Mrs. Day, before Judge Donohue in Supreme Court Chambers. TheSuperi oress of tho Academy produced the child, now eight years old, and the re turn set up the will of the father. Counsel for the Academy claimed that under the laws of 1S13 tbe father had the right to dispose of his child during its minority without regard to tho wishes of the mother, and that in his will he had done so. The counsel for the mother stated that she had no de sire to remove the child from the Acad emy, which In view of the smallness of the provision for her maintenance, was probably the best place for her. The ob ject of the proceeding was to procure access tor the mother to the child, at proper times, subject to less surveillance than had hitherto been exercised, and to have the child occasionally, in time of vacation, visit her mother for a day or two. The Court reserved its decision. A1 Y. Tribune. Done Enough for his Country. An old American Revolutiouary soldier was a Candidate for Congress, and his opponent was a young man who "had never been to the wars," and it was the custom of the old soldier to tell of the hardships he endured. Said he: "Fel low citizens, I have fought and bled for my country. I have helped to whip the British and the Indians. I have slept on the field of battle with no other covering than the canopy of heaven. I have walked over the frozen ground until every footstep was marked with blood." Just about this time, one of the voters, who had become greatly in terested in his tale of sufferings, walked up to the speaker, wiped the tears from his eyes with the extremity of his coat tail, and interrupted bim with: "Did you say you had fout the British In gins?" "Yes, sir." "Did you say yon slept on the ground while sarving your kentry without any kiver?" "Yes," replied the speaker, exultantly. "Well, then," said the tearful speaker, as he gave a sigh of pent-up emotion, "I guess I'll vote for t'other fellow, for I'll be hanged if you hain't done enough for your country."