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A JonrnalfortbePeople. lie voted to tbe Interests of Humanity. Independent In Polities and Religion. Alive to all Live Issues, and Thoroughl Radical In Oppostngand Exposing the Wrongs ol tbe Masses. MM. X. J. IWXIWAY, 4Har and Preprletor 0 PFICE -Cob. Front A WasmntonSthbets TERMS, IN ADVANCE : One year.. JIM Mx moaUu. -17 -lie Ttrae aaontha.. Free Speech, Free Press, Free People. Correspondents writing over aasnmed signa tures mast make known their naraas to tbe Editor, or no attention will be given to their communications. ADVERTISEMENTS I nrtt en rteaaogahle vox-time vn. rOTiTXVTSD, OREGON, TTTt-TDATF, FEBBU.VKY 15, 1878. Term a. HER LOT Hour filie oa. Protected. Bt Mas. A. J. DOSIWAY. ACTHOB or "JUDITH BD," "IUKX DOWD," "AKia Ant KBmnr us," "the happt OSUt," WO JCANa SFH as," "KADOC MOBBnOB," arc., ail etc Enterad.aeeording to Act oT Coiuiij. In the year 1878, bjr Mrs. A. J. Danlwar, la the offleaof the Librarian orOoacreu at Wuhlngton City. CHAPTER III. The eoatoms of advanced civilization admit at hMt that somtfiiK shall be taught tbe rising generation concerning tbe laws of physiology. Itat even the present standard, so far in advance of tbe ideas of half a century ago, falls lu ll nitely short of the depths of practical, scientific knowledge so necessary to the understanding of nature's most Impor tant laws. My husband wag what the world called a scholar. lie could compute the distances and density of tbe planets, theorise upon the oomponeut elements of tbe sun, speculate upon the ether of lnnntUMie, ami talk learnedly, even then, of molecular aotiou. He under stood navigation and engineering per fectly. He was a poet, too, of no mean order, and, bad be turned bis head to authorship, he would have made a Mot ley or a Gibbon. - I worshiped him. By bis side I shrank Into a satellite of tbe sixtieth magnitude. The beautiful clothes with wbleh he had adorned my person were gifts of his bounty. And what bad I brought him in return ? In my innocence and self-abnegation, I counted aiy unselfish abandonment to his behests as naught; and yet, long be fore we bad reached Melbourne, I was a nervous, discontented, unhappy crea ture, jealous without reason, and Irasci ble without apparent cause. What did it all mean ? Ah, I understand it now; and would to heaven the world were ready to have tbe truths of my bitterly bought experi ence so plainly Jaugbt to its children that none might ignorantly err in re gard to all that is most important for humanity to know. But I am talking quite too much about myself. Let us take a peep at my neighbors. Elder Chalmers was a Presbyterian minister of Calvlnlstic ideas and Scotch proclivity. He was a tall, erect gentle man, with a narrow bead and a promi nent bridge to bis nose. His beard was always kept short, stiff, and bristly, as though it were occasionally clipped with the scissors, and It was of a salt and peppery cast, half gray and half black, that corresponded- exactly with the straggling, bristle-like side locks, that be combed upward, In imitation of a window brush. I have seen hand somer men in my time. Mrs. Chalmers was a dainty blonde, some twenty years her husband's junior. Sbe was a bride, too, and tbe contrast between her lord and herself was as great as that betweeu my own grand match and me. Elder Chalmers had buried one wife and eleven children In the bogs of Ire land, where be bad labored for thirty years in the ministry. He was an aus tere man, who was never seen to smile. His young wife, poor thing, was natu rally brilliant, fond of a laugh, and full of little prauks, very natural and very becoming in a person of joyous dlsposi tlon. But the Elder's missionary work on board ship was almost wholly di reeted to the cure of every semblance of humor, especially upon the part of his wife. He rarely rebuked me for levity, though, iu truth, he did not have very frequent occasion, for I was as a Hah out of water. My native element was not of the learned order, and here we had Demosthenes for breakfast, Dante for lunoh, Angelo and Raphael for dinner, and. Byron, Scott, Moore, and hosts of other English lights for side dishes. While I grew petulant, Mrs. Chalm ers grew depressed. We often went on deck of a fiBe day, when the ship was becalmed in the tropics, where we would spend hours iu silent reverie. Xot'lhst we had nothiog to talk about; but eaeb was too wary to confide In the other. We learned better In the after years. Tbe Reverend Mr. Motley was a cler-j gyinan or tbe established church. He was a youog gentleman of aristocratic ideas, the third son of an eminent bishop, who had failed to find him a living in England, and had conse quently sent him with his wife upon a mission to tbe jungle of Australia. Mr. and Mrs. Motley seemed a well matcbed couple. They were neither old nor young, both were healthy, hopeful , , . I T 1. - .1 . aou uauwuuje, uuu j unu uol ueeo a bride tbree days before I would have been willing to barter tbe wealth of India, had it been mine, for tbe ease and freedom with which tbe wife conversed with her learned husband upon the most abstruse subjects. The six of us should have been a most congenial set, and I felt that but for me tbe others would have been well matched, upon the score of intellectu ality. I think this knowledge, or fancy, if such it was, had much to do with my timidity, and it certainly enhanced my awkwardness. The conversation turned, one dining hour, upon the relative merits of Scott, Burns, and Byron, whom all Intellect ual Europe had been discussing for a time, but of whom I had seldom heard, exeept In a vague, uncertain way that had given me no practical information. My father was always too deeply Im mersed In tbe bread, rent, and potato question to provide his humble home with periodicals and even a newspaper was a luxury seldom indulged. It was strange that I had learned to rend; but It had been my mother's doing. Heaven bless her memory. "Was Byron an Inventor?" I asked, innocently, as we sat at table. Elder Chalmers coughed, Mr. Motley laughed, Gerald, my own Incomparable prodigy of erudition, blushed, aud I felt as if I bad committed a breach of pro priety thoroughly unpardonable, hut to me wholly misunderstood. I burst into tears and left the table. It was seven hells, but in the longitude where we lay becalmed the long day was not yet waning. I wandered aft to the little awning where Mrs. Chalmers and I had often sat, and leaning my head upon tbe railing, wept immoder ately. I looked for Gerald to come and join me. Not that I felt I deserved the attention, for I was painfully conscious of my own unwortbiness; but be had made so many precious, precious prom ises to love, protect, and cherish me that I believed it was his saored duty to fulfill his vows. I waited long, but he did not come. I sobbed myself into a state of extreme exhaustion, aud then lay against the railing, hushed and still, but desperately resolved upou suicide. What a state of mind for a child of fifteen, ignorant of herself, Ignorant of books, married, desperately iu love with a man beside whom she felt herself a pigmy, and, withal, destined in the coming mouths to be a mother. "Don't worry over your mistake, little woman," said Mrs. Chalmers, coming up so softly that I had not noticed her approach. "Older persons have be trayed greater Ignorance; ami I some times listen to your artlei, natural way of stating facts that ought to be patent lo tbe whole world and are not, and I wish tbe learned ones were half as wise as yourself." "Will you say that before Gerald?" Ah, me! It was a terrible humiliation that prompted me to make a request like that. "I have said it, you dear little budget of innocence. And let me tell you, here and now, my child-woman, that It is your duty to assert yourself. Your hus band is a walking epitome of knowl edge, and so is mine. You are ignorant of many things, and so am I. But I have considerable knowledge of books, while you have much understanding of tbe primal laws of nature. Let us instruet each other." "instruct you f O, Mrs. Chalmers!" "Yes, dear." "But I do not know OHjflMngr" "On the oontrary, you are a prodigy." "Xow you are teasing me." "I never was more thoroughly In ear nest iu my life." With this she patted me gently on the cheek and kissed me so tenderly that I could not doubt her. "What can I teach you, pray?" I asked, wonderlngly. "You can renew tbe fresh, crisp, nat ural ideas that God has Implanted in every human soul, which tbe glamor of a conventional education has encrusted with artificial nonsense. Like you, I used to muse and ponder much over tbe divine rights of kings, nobles, priests, and magistrates. I used to wondor aud inquire why it was that nineteen-twen-tielbs of the people must be kept In ig norance and toil, to support the frac tional twentieth in luxury and Idleness. You don't talk mueh in the presence of your husband, but you often speak like an oracle when you are alone with me." I was getting interested. Was it pos sible that anybody could discover Intel lectual truth and power In an unlettered child like me? "Xow, dearie," continued my friend, "I want you to read authors, poets, and critics, and study them carefully, thor oughly. Then I want your opinion of them. You have an original way of stating, comparing, and expressing thoughts that is more refreshing and in structive than you imagine. But re member to always assert yourself iu the presence of your husband." "Then I should say you will pardon me physician, neat tnyseii." Mrs. Chalmers blushed and laughed, and then grew serious and confiding. The Elder is a diUerent style of gen tleman from tbe Captain, dear. He bases his austerity upon religious grounds, and he absolutely freeze me with his piety, even in the tropics. Sometimes I fear that I shall learn to hate pious people." "O.Mrs. Chalmers! And God Is so good, too l" "Then why doeen'tbeanswerprayer?" no uoes." I prayed In faith, too, nothing doubting, ' girl, the daughter of a poor farmer; and iU 'Then I should like some evidence of "Why, only a day or two brr t irf home, when I was busy raking hay in my father's meadow, I prayed tbe Lord to send me a hare for my mother's sup per, and bo auswered me. He sent me a husband, too, In answer to prayer." "And I, too, prayed, with a different result, dearie. 1 prayeu lue lxird to soften my father's heart, that be might give me in marriage to tbe man I loved. but to no purpose. "Why, Mrs. Chalmers! Don't you fore your husband t" An expression of pain, akin to mortal agony overspread her expressive, dim pled, baby face, and tbeu changed and settled into a look of apathetic endurance. "We ore commanded to love our hus bands, and I shall ever strive to obey the teachings of my religion," sbe an swered, evasively. I believe I have said already that I, at times, see visions; but I do not pretend to understand their philosophy. I was lolling listlessly upon tbe seat beatde tbe vessel's rarllqg, swayed dt in tervals by the gentle motion of the bil lows, and listening with closed eyes to my friend's conversation. For an in stant I saw what at the time seemed to me unutterable things. I forgot that I was on ship board. The undulations of the ocean seemed only as billows of air. I felt myself lloating as upon Invisible wings, and in a little while I paused, suspended over Botbwick castle. The sun was sinking like a copper ball be neath a smoke-laden sky. Lard Both wlck stood within the turret, looking injently out beyond tbe low reef of mountains that border tbe lochs of Scot laud, where I knew my mother had spent her merry childhood. Soon a maiden emerged from tbe wood, and In the approaching twilight sought the castle garden, where a servant met her. I seemed to see through walls and trees as though they were crystals; aud I felt even more than I could see. The man and maiden met within the turret aud exchanged eternal vows. Then a shadow, as of a black cloud, intervened. For a time all was blank, and I was sensible only of a tioatiug sensation, as though borne again upon the air. Tbe scene changed, and tbe heavens wept. I entered the parish church by a simple ellort of tbe will, aud guzed about me. A white-haired man was leading a maiden to the marriage altar. Nature was in convulsions. Thunder and lightning ruled, and the rain fell In torrents. I listened to the marriage formula that seemed like a burial ser vice, and to the subsequent chiming of the bells that sounded likea death knell. Again I gazed at the bride and groom. I screamed involuntarily, and the ellort brought me back to tbe government ship and all surrounding realities. "What's tbe matter, dearie? Havp you been asleep?" asked Mrs. Chalm ers, beuding over me in love and sym pathy. "You love Lord Bothwick," I replied, as involuntarily as I had screamed. "She-s-s-se!" she said, putting her finger on her lip. "Mr. Chalmers is jealous of my lord already." "Thou if he thinks you prefer my lord to him, why does ho wish to intrude his presence upon you?" I asked, with more of the fire of my childhood than I had exhibited since becoming a wife. "Don't ask, dearie. You've probed a secret that I would die to conceal, but your confidence will dounc good." "I know it all," I answered, "and we needn't talk about it at all. But oh, my! How I pity you !" "mit" "Oh, nothing; only I was thinking how awful It would be If some other person should have married Gerald, or I had been, com pel led to be tho wife of au- 'other. I couldn't and wouldn't live and bear It." "You can't always die when you want to, child. But see; yonder come the gentlemen." My husband bowed to Mrs. Chalmers, who moved away with her serious-vls- aged lord, aud assisting me to rise, of fered me his arm fora promenade. How I did long fora repetition of the old ten derness by which he bad captured me. But he was dignified, aud, to my Inex perienced thought, severe. "You have had miserable opportuni ties for culture, little wife, aud I ear nestly request you to keep a still tongue in your bead during future table con versations," he said, abruptly. "I know I'm a fool, Gerald, but you knew it also before you married me," I replied, breaking away from him, and turning my back, with my arms folded Had be been a suitor for my hand, be would have made effort then and there to reconcile me to himself if he had cared to retain his hold upon my aflec tions. But I was his wife, and now It was my lot to do the wooing. Yet be was ten years my senior, and should have been ten years wiser and better than I. "It is also my will that you cease your present Intimate relations with Mrs. Chalmers. A wife must never havean other confident besides her husband, Mr. Chalmers expects it, too; and I want you,-as my wife, to preserve a lit tle dignity. There is evidence of famil iarity with the servants which I must also rebuke." Tbe blood of tbe Graemes was In stantly at fever heat. I stamped my foot in tbe very impotence of rage. "Gerald Grey, master of the ship 'Bellefontaine,' Inspector of Her Majes ty's floating property, and unlawful captor of Donald Graeme's daughter, you are my husband, but you shall not be my master! I shall do as I please." The look of blank amazement that vou married mo with your eyes open. Xow make tbe best of It!" I said, Join ing Elder and Mrs. Chalmers, and find ing tho former denunciative and tbo latter in tears. "Tho Captain and I have elected that you two ladles are to have no more pri vate conversations, as I suppose your husband has informed you," said tbe missionary. "He said so, sir, and I told him I would do as I liked. And if Mrs. Chalmers lias a grain of common sense she'll do likewise," I replied, still un controllably angry. I know, good reader, that all this seems very naughty to you. It was but a few hours until it appeared Inex pressibly wicked to me. But let me analyze a little. You know howl loved my husband, and how he fairly took my heart by storm with his promises to love nnd cherish; and you know how his conduct disappointed me. Child as I was, I would have been more thau human, or endowed with less than average sensibility, had I kept my temper. Elder Chalmers led his wife away. Gerald strode Indignantly away toward the forecastle, and when I saw him again it wa9 in our state-room, after midnight, and he was hopelessly, help lessly drunk. "See what comes of womanly disobe dience!" said the Elder, purposely rais ing his voice till I could not help but hear him. Ah, me ! if I had bad the wisdom then that long experience brings! But It was not so to be. To be contlnned.1 A Light in the Window. Oil the coast of on? c.f the Orkney Is lands, and right opposite the harbor, stood a lonely rock against which, In stormy nights, the boats of returning fishermen often struck aud were lost. Fifty years ago there lived on this Island a young girl in a cottage with her father; aud they loved each other very tenderly. One stormy night the rather was away on the sea In tils fish erman's boat, aud though his daughter watched for him in much fear and trou ble, he did uot come home. Sad to tell, in the morning his dead body was found washed upon tbe beach. His boat, as be sought the harbor, had struck agatust the "Lonely Bock" and goue down. In 1 r deep sorrow, this fisherman's orphan did not think of herself alone. She was scarcely more than a child, humble, poor, nnd weak; but she said In her heart, while she lived no more boats should be wrecked, no more lives should be lost on the "Lonely Bock," If a shining light through a window would guide them safely into the har bor. And so, after watching by tbe body of her father, according to tbe cus tom of her people, until It was burled, she laid down aud slept through the day; but when night fell, arose, and lighting a candle, placed it in tho win dow of her cottage, so that it might be seen by any fisherman coming iu from sea, and guide him safely Into the bar-1 bor. she sat by the candle an nigui and trimmed it, and spun; but when the day dawned, she went to bed aud slept. As many hanks as she had spun be fore for herdai v bread she spun ami, aud one over, to buy her nightly can dle; and from that time to this, for fifty years, through youth, maturity and old age, she has turned nlgnt into uay, auu in the snow storms ol winter uirougn driving mists, deceptive moonlight aud solemn darkness, that northern harbor has never onco been without the light of her candle. How many lives she saved by this caudle, aud how many meals she won liy it to tho starving families or the boatmen, It Is impossible to Bay. How many dark nights tbe fishermen de pending on It, have gone forth, cannot be told. There It stood, regular as a light-bouse, steadily as coustaut care could make It. Always brighter when daylight waned, tbe fishermen had only to Keep It constantly in view, aud were safe; there was hut one thing to inter cept it, and that was the rock. How ever rar they might nave gone out to sea, they had only to bear down for that lighted window, and they were sure ol a safe entrance to the harbor. But what do the boatmen's wives think of this? Do they pay tbe poor woman? Xo; they are very poor; but poor or rich, they know better thau that. Do they thank her? Xo. Per haps they think that thanks of theirs would be Inadequate to express their gratitude; or, perhaps, years have made tbe lighted casement so familiar that tbey look upou It as a matter of course, aud forget for tbe time tbe patient watcher within. overspread my husband's face was ludicrous. I laughed hysterically. "You knew I was a c was a country peasant Ccltivate Family affection. I can Imagine no condition that carries with It such a promise of joy as the farmer Iu tbe autumn, with his cellar full, with every preparation made for tbe winter, with the prospects of three months of comfort and rest, three months of fire-side and content, and tbree months of solid comfort. Make your houses comfortable. Do not hud dle together In a little room around a red stove, with every window fastened down. Do uot live In this poisened air, and then when one of yourchildren dies put a piece in tbe paper commencing with, "Whereas, it has pleased Provi dence to remove from our midst ." Have plenty of air and warmth. Let your children sleep. Do not drag them from their bedsln the darkness of night. Treat them with Infinite kluduess. There is no happiness iu the house not filled with love; where a man hates his wife, or the wife her husband, or where the parents dislike their children. Every such home is simply a bell upon earth. There is no reason why farmers should not be refined and kind. There is nothing in tbe cultivation of the soil to' make men cross, crabbed, aud unjust. To look upon the sunny earth, covered with daisies, does not tend to make men cruel. Whoever labors for the happi ness of those he loves elevates himself; no matter whether he works in tbe shop or plows in the perfumed fields. Iu conclusion, let me say to farmers, do all you can to make your business attract lye, Hob. Ingersoll. OUR WASHINGTON LETTER. c To the Editor of the New Northwest : The most interesting episode of the session thus far occurred ou the 22d ult., and was a most refreshing relief from tne ordinary monotony of that cham ber. Under an act of Congress each State Is authorized to place in the old ball of Representatives, now called Memorial Hall, two statues of Its de ceased citizens. Maine recently sent here the statue of Governor Wm. King, and Mr. Blaine, In offering the resolu tion that it be accepted, made the cus tomary eulogistic remarks of the de ceased citizen so honored by this State. He, however, went a step beyond the mere eulogy, and attacked Massachu setts upon her post record, and charged not only disloyalty at various times to the general government, but held her responsible for the Ashburtou treaty of 1S42, through which Maine lost not ouly a large slice of her domains, but reduc tion of power and prestige which wns assented to at that time by Maine un der a moral compulsion that would have to be physical if tried again. This, of course, brought the Massachusetts Sen ators to their -feet in spirited reply, aud j for an hour or two we bad an .exciting encounter. The galleries were crowded with enthusiastic listeners, who ap plauded every thrust made by the gladi ators, and the skillful attack and de fense of Mr. Blaine reminded us of some of his fights In the House when he led the Republican forces there against tlte Democrats. This Is his first tourna ment, and It was a gallant one. We have heretofore regarded him as buried so deeply by Senatorial etiquette and frigidities that we feared nothing ever would occur to resurrect him. But on this occasion ho showed us his teeth again, and gave us a refreshing ripple ou the placid stream of Senate legisla tion. In the House such tilts are so common that we often feel nothing is being done unless some trio of members are having an Intellectual duel in the rough and tumble fashion of this one in tho Senate, which so disturbed the chilling Dombeyian proprieties of that chamber. j Mr. Glover, chairman of the House investigating committee which is to sift the departments, has requested tbe Pres ident to render assistance in reaching persons and papers. This, of course, was promised, and the guarantee given to employes and olerks that no one should be discharged In consequence of testifying to any fact. We have no Idea that anythingespeclal will be unearthed by tbe committee, because the frauds have never become general. Large sums of money have been stolen at vari ous times, aud such frauds as the Witousky, Fort Sugg, and others, have depleted theTreasury in many thousand dollars. Yet In enoh Instance one or two clerks connived with outsiders to defraud, just as the servant may with a burglar In a private bank. One C. H. Moultou, a clerk in tbe second auditor's office years ago, colluded with a mem ber of Congress, aud the government was robbed of $30,000 by them through a fraudulent muster roll. This member had Congress authorize payment upon this roll, und then through Moulton he had his fraud perfected into payment Yet In this aud all similar cases the de partment cannot be justly charged with tbe fraud. Moulton alone could be held responsible, for corrupt men creep Into every place of trust. He was discharged and, by the way, Is reaping his reward at last. He figured largely here since then as a real estate agent, and last year ran oir with over $50,000 belonging to those who trusted him. Xow he is be ing brought back as a thief from Lou don, where he was lately arrested under a reward offered the English detectives for his apprehension, aud we have hopes he will get his just deserts. Miss Bertha VanHllIeru lately walked eighty-nine miles in twenty-six hours without sleep, and taking ouly about three hours of the twenty-six for rest and refreshment. Our Odd Fellows Hall was fitted up with a track for her, and so short was It, that she had to go around It twenty-four times to complete a mile, thus rendering the feat all the more difficult. We watched it with in tenseinterest throughout, aslt partook of the impossible to us, for in all our cam paigning of the past we were proud in walking one-third the distance accom plished by her. She has a quick, ner vous, springy step, which enables her to walk a mile iu from twelve to fifteen minutes quite easily, but it seems in credible to men who have marched for weeks at a time, and by dint of hardest work got over thirty miles of ground, that a slight, spare woman of medium height should, with less fatigue, plod on In unyielding, vigorous steps foreighty nlne miles. She will attempt to walk one hundred milts iu twenty-eight hours, aud we doubt not will ucceed. She goes on the streets and attends all public gatherings, attracting universal attention. Felix. Washington, D. C, January 25, 1ST8. The Man in the Moon. "Silence In the court!" thundered a Kentucky judge, the other day. "Half-a-dozen men have beeu convicted al ready without the court having been able to hear a word of tbe testimony." Among tho superstitions yet linger ing In the minds of mankind, none. perhaps, is more universal than that of the man in the moon, in jngiana ne is chiefly immortalized by the old nur sery rhyme, but no further details are given of bis proceedings. German le gends are, however, more coramunlca tive.and sundry traditions relate his his tory, varying in different parts of the country. A Swabian mother at Derendingcn tells her child that a man was once working in his vineyard on Sunday, and after having pruned all bis vines, lie made a bundle of the shoots he had cut off, laid it in his basket and went home. According to one version the vines were stolen from a neighbor's vineyard. AVhen taxed either with Sabbath-breaking, or with tbe theft, the culprit Htoutly protested his innocence, and finally exclaimed, "If I have com mitted such a crime, may I go to the moon!" After his death, this fate befel him, and there he remains to this day, condemned to eat molten lead as a pun ishment. The Black Forest peasantry say that the dark spots visible in the moon are caused by a man being spell bound there. He stolen bundleof wood on Sunday, because he thought on that day he would be unmolested by the for esters. But he had not goue rar with it when he met a stranger, who was none other than the Almighty himself. Af ter reproving the thief for not keeping the Sabbath day holy, God said be must be punished ; but lie might choose whether he would be banished to tbe sun oi to the moon. The man chose the latter, declaring he would rather freeze in the moon than burn in the sun, aud thus the "Besenmaunle" or "Broom man" came into tbe moon with bis fagot on his back. Different versions are related In Llm burg, where the man in the moon is be lieved to have stolen wood on Easter morning; while at Hemer, in Westpha lia, people say be was engaged in fenc ing his field on Good Friday, and had just poised a hunch of thorns ou his fork, when he was at once transported to the moon. Some of the Hemer peas ants declare that the moon is not only inhabited by a roan with his thorn-bush and pitch-fork, but likewise by a wom an churning. They are husband ami wife, aud both broke the Sabbath, the man fencing his field, aud the woman by churniue her butter, during tbe hours of divine worship. All nations seem to have a common desire to account for tbe spots iu the moon. According to the Hindoos, Cuandras, the god of the moou, bears a hare in his arms. The Mongolians also believe the spots represent a hare. One of their deities transformed himself into a hare In order to feed a starving wayfarer, and in honor or this act or virtue, tbe figure or a bare was theucerorth visible in the moon. Tbo natives of Ceylon have a some what similar legend. When Buddha sojourned as a hermit on earth, he one day lost his way in n forest, and after loug wanderings, he met a bare, who thus addressed him : "I can help thee. Do thou take the right hand path, and I will guide thee out of the wilderness." "I thank thee," returned Buddha, "but I am poor and starving, and am unable to requite tby kindness." "If thou art hungry," replied tbe hare, "light a fire, kill and eat me." Buddha lighted a fire as desired, and the hare immediately leaped in; but Buddha now displaced his supernatural powers, and tearing the hare from tbe llaroes, he placed it In tbe moon, where he still resides. This story is related by 4 French traveler in Ceylon, and lie adds that his telescope was often borrowed by tbe natives, iu order that they might inspect tbe hare iu tbe moon. MulleuhoII says that the people of Rautum, iu the Scbleswig Island of Syit, declare that the man in the moon Is a giant, who bends down at full tide to scoop up the water and pour it on tbe earth. At low tide he stands upright, resting from his labors, so that the wa ter may subside. W e now come to the superstitious at tached to the power of tbe moon, aud prominent among them is the Idea that no work may be undertaken In moon shine. The Swabian people consider it a great sin to spin or knit by moonlight, as though oue could not do enough by day. That Is the reason why tbe moon does uot give sufficient light for any work. Whoever ventures to spin, lor example, weaves a rope for tbe neck of some relation. There are several stories illustrating thedauger of trausgressing tins rule. A poor woman at Breckenhelm, In Swabia, earned her livelihood by spin ning, aud her diligence was so great that she spent whole nights at her distal!; in order to save the expense of oil, sbe never lighted her lamp when there was a full moon. As she sat thus (pinning iu tbe moonshine, aud the church clock was tolling the hour of midnight, tbe door opeued and a strange man entered, lie had his arms full of distalfs, aud said: "If thou dost uot spin all these full this night, it will be all over with thee." Willi these words he vanished, leaving the woman in a terrible fright. Luckily she bethought herself of merely spin- nine tho distaffs once over, aud in this way she accomplished her task before daybreak. The stranger, who was the evil one himself, reappeared at the ap pointed time and silently took the spin dles away with him. But never again did the woman snin by moonlight. Scbonwerth says that tbe peasants of the Upper Palatinate never leave their carts or agricultural implements out of doors when the moon Is shining, as its beams would break them. For the same reason, linen must not ne leit nangiug iu the moonshine, and superstitious folks alwavs warn their friends against sleeping in tbe moonlight, and bathing or drinkiug from any fountain or well on which tbe rays of the moon fall. It is also uusafe to dance by moonlight, be cause the surface of the earth is then as thin as a cobweb, and the spirits under ground are lured upward by the music. The moou is likewise said to blacken the complexion, to promote the decay of fish and meat, aud even to blunt the edge of razors. A Good Temperance Tale. From Ohio comes a capital temper auee story. Judge Quay, the temper ance lecturer, in one of his efforts there, got oil tho following: "AH of those who in youth acquire a habit of drinking whisky, at forty years will be total abstainers or drunkards. Xo one can use whisky for years in moderation. If there is a persou In the audience before me whose experience disputes this, let him make it known. I will account for it, or aok now ledge that I am mistaken." A tall, large man arose, and folding his arms in a dignified manner across bis breast, said: "I otTer myself as one whose own ex perience contradicts your statement." "Are you a moderatedrinker?" asked tbe Judge. "I am." "How long have you drank in moder ation ?" "Forty years." "And you were never iutoxicated?" "Xever." "Well," remarked the Judge, scanning the subject from bead to foot, "yours is a singular case, yet I think it is easily accounted for. I am reminded by it of a little story. A negro man, with a loaf of bread and a flask of whisky, sat down to dine by the bank of a cjear stream. In breaking the bread, some of the crumbs dropped into the water. These were eagerly seized and eaten by the fish. That circumstadee suggested to the darkey the idea of dipping tbe bread into the whisky and feeding it to them. He tried it; it worked well. Some of tbe fish ate It, became druuk, and lay helpless on the water. By this stroke of strategy be caught a great number. Hut in the stream was a large list!, very unlike the rest. He partook freely of tbe bread and whisky, hut with no per ceptible efTect; lie was shy ef every ef fort of the darkey to take it. He resolved to have It at all hazards, that be might learn its name and nature. He procured a net, and after much effort caught it, carried it to a negro neighbor, and asked his opinion of the matter. The othersurveyed the wonder for a moment, and then said: 'Sambo, I understand dis case. Dat fish is a mullet head, It hain't got any brains.' " "In other words," added tbe Judge, "alcohol affects only tbe brain, and, of course, those having none may drink without injury !" Tbe storm or laughter that rollowed drove the moderate drinker suddenly from tbe house. isvery nose occupation maKes one sharp In its practice and dull in other pursuits. Truth Is never in a hurry, but a ile is always on tnejump. Didn't Want to Bay. A small, dapper, bilious-looking man, with little eyes, a long nose, and a pointed chin, rushed Into a wholesale book store on Court Avenue the other day, and asked one of the clerks if they had a book entitled, "Reveries of a Bachelor." The clerk, who was very obliging, us all the clerks In that store are, began to look for the desired article. He went over every shelf where it was likely to be, but could not find it upon any of them. Then he went down in tbe base ment tbe bilious-looking man follow ing him aud down to the bottom of several boxes of books tbat had been laid by for want of demand for them. scoured the shelves, searched tbe draw ers, but found it not. Then be went up to tbe second floor and resumed bis searcb among more old books, unpack ing several boxes, and overturning a large quantity of goods. He was about to give up the eearob, and told the man tbat he didn't believe the book was in tbe store. But the man said be wished he would find It If possible. So tbe clerk went up into the third story and prowled around agalu lor hair an hour, until finally he fished it up out of tbe dust in a little box away oft in the cor ner of the top row or shelves, after a search of over an hour. He brushed the dust from tbe cover aud said : "Yes. here It Is, bl 50; vou can have have It for $1 25. "Ob, I don't want to buv it." said tbe bilious-looking man. "Don't waut to buy it!" sold the clerk; "why didn't you say so an hour ago? Why did you make me search so long for an article you didn't want to buy ? My time is valuable, and my em ployer expects me to put It to profitable use." "Well, you see," quietly remarked the man, "I made a bet with Jeff. Crandall. He said I couldn't find the book in Des Moines, aud I bet five dollars I could. aud I have won the bet; that's all. Sorry to trouble you so much." And the man wended his way down stairs again. When he was gone the clerk thought how happy he would be to get an invitation to that man's funeral. DesMoinet (Zowa) Jlegitler. Dr. Schliemann's book on his wonder ful discoveries at Myceme has a prefaee by Mr. Gladstone, iu which tbat emi nent authority says: "When tbe dis closures at Tiryns and Mycenas were an nounced in England, my owu first im pression was that of a strangely bewil dered admiration, combined with a pre ponderance of skeptical, against believ ing tendencies, In regard to tbe capital and dominating subject of tbe tombs in the Agora. Iam bound to say tbat re flection and a fuller knowledge have nearly turned the scales the other way. There are, Indeed, not only gaps to bo supplied, but difficulties to be confronted and to be explaiued, or to be left over for futureexploration. Yet the balance, I will not say of evidence, but of ra tional presumption, seems as though it migbt ultimately lean toward the belief tbat this eminent explorer has exposed to tbe light of day, after three thousand years, the memorials and remains of Agamemnon and his companions In the return from Troy." An Irishman who had been sick a long time was one day met by the par ish priest, when the following conversa tion toon place: "Well, Patrick,! am glad you have recovered. Were you not afraid to meet your God?" "Oh, no, your riverence! It was meeting the other party that I was afeard uv !" re plied Pat. Friendship is the cordial of life, the lenitive of our sorrows, and the multi plier of our joys; it Is tbe source of ani mation and or repose. Those wlio tell us how much thov de spise riches and preferment mean the riches aud preferment or others. Pressing business Cider-making. Beggar woman : "Please, sir, give me a rew pennies. I haven't tasted ioou nigh onto two days." Philanthropic gentlemau: "Can't stop; am late now; have got to make a speech at the soci ety for the relief of the destitute." Wealth and want equally harden the human heart, as.frost and fire are both alien to the human flesh. Famine and gluttony alike drive 'culture .away, from, the heart of man.-TAeodore FarUr.