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I If . -"-Vi MWi '" ''Ml - ; " - G : ! i o DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, AND THE BEST INTERESTS OF OREGON. VOL. 10. OREGON CITY, OREGON, FRIDAY, AUGUST 4, 1876. NO. 41. - v o (n f fltl'1 mth o ;- i 4 I "I I THE ENTERPRISE. A LOCAL NEWSPAPER FOR T II K Firmer, Business Man, k Family Circle. ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY. FRANK S. DEMENT, PBOPRIETOR AND PUBLISHER. OrriCIAL PAPER FOR CLACKAMAS CO. OFFICE In Entkrpkisk Building, one MHauth of Mawnlo Building. Main St. Term of Subscription I Kin"! Copy One Year, In Advance...... 2.50 " Six Months " " Terms of Advert Ulnt Traniint advertisements, including all lepal notices, l square of twelve lines ono week " For each subsequent insertion One Column, one year n,. 44 .- , jy - B BOtincss Card, 1 square" one year SOCIETY NOTICES. 1.50 i 2.50 1.00 130.IH) KM! 4').M) 12.00 OKT.CJOX I.OPCJK NO. 3, I. I. O. 1'., Meets fvcrv Thursday Saggf,, ev niii!?t7l o'clock, in the i&g&its. Odd Fellows' Hall, Main -sSaSr street. Members of the Or- ,lr!irPIHVltMj lO ailfliu. Jv oiin uv - - - N. G. ltlWHCCA 1)I!(!UKH l,OIGU NO. I (). (). 1-., Meets on ine Second anl Fourth Tiies tlav evening each month, t 7'i oYlork, in the una Fellows' Hall. Menibersof the Degree nre invited to attend. MUI.T.VOMAH LdlMill NO. l.A.F. - . M.. Holds its regular coin- mimical ions on tne i-itm aim v. : . i , Third Saturdays in each month, at 7 o clock iroin uio u n oi .-ej. toinber to tho -0th of March; and 7'i o'eloek fi i the Unth of March to the until of SentemU-r. lhethron in good standiiiii are invited to attend. "'.voider of W. M. V. l,LS KM' A I V M K NT NO. -1, I. . (). I'.. .Meets at Odd Fellows' Hall on the First nndThird Tuos of each mouth. Patriarchs in jfood . standing aro invited to attend n rs i x k s s c a r d ,?. .r. o. Noinns, PIIYSICIAX A.N'I) SIHtEOX, Kli ec Up-St a i rs i n Main Street. Charman's F.rick, tf Dtt. JOT LN WELCH DEWT55T, OKKICK IN -CjlI. OltKGON CITY, OUKfJOX. I!i:hi'( Cutlt Price Inlil fir fount y Ortler. 0 HUELAT & EASTHAM, ATTORNEYS-ATLAW o I'dltTMMl-lr. OpitK'R new l.rtck. First Nt reet. to OIIKIiON fITV Charinnn's hrlck, up stair. s-i't.Mtr JOHNSON & McCOWN ATTORNEYS AM) COLW'SELORS .AT-LIW. Oregon City, Oregon. .7-V"ill praetiee in nil tiie Courts of the Htaf. Siveial atteniion given to oases In th U. S. U-nd fnce nf Oregon City. 5aprlS72-tf. L. T. B A R I N ATTORN EY-AT-LAW, OR EG OX CITY, : : OREGON. practice In all the Courts of the Nov. 1, 1H75, tf Kt iito. J0UX M. BACON, IMPORTER ANDDEAT.EU 1 a Itooks, Stationer, Perfum ery, etc., etc. Orejjon City, Orejron. .At the Post Office, Main street, cast side. W. 11. HIOIIFIELD. Established since '49. One door nortlt of Pope's Ilnll. Main Street, Oregon City, Oregon. An assortment of Watches. Jewel- ty.nml Set h Thomas' Weight Clocks 1 all of which are warranli.il r, n n ti'iS presented. "Repairins done on short notice r..i )i ankful for past patronage. C'nsh pulil for Comity Ordern J. H. S HEPARD, T5oot and Shoe Stove, One door north of Ackerman Hros. Roots and ehoes made and repaired as cheap ns the cheapest. Nov. 1, 1S73 If CI IAS. TvSTI O I IT, CAN BY, OREGON, PHYSICIAN A NO DKTCCIST Prescriptions carefully filled nt short ja7 HI. MILLER, MARSHALL &C0.( JVY THE IlKHIEST PRICE FOR WHEAT, at all times, at the Oregon City Mills, And have on hand FEED and FLOUR ' sell, at market rates, r eed, must furnish sacks. Parties desiring novFJtf IMPERIAJLM ILLS, LaUocque, Savior & Co Oregon City. MirtTi Ponltant'y n hand Tor sale Flour Middhnps, Uran and Chicken Feed Parties Purchasing feed must furnish the sack? O o o A Kate Armour. One night, at the stroke of twelve, when there was no moon, the door of a large and handsome house in a pleasant country place opened softly and a girl crept out and looked anx iously about her. She was a pretty young creature, with a soft foolish sort of face, and she had an air about her that told of good living and free dom from all care as to ways and means. Her dress was a handsome one, suitable for traveling, and in her hand she carried a Russia-leather bag. Closing the door softly behind her, she hurried down the garden path, and at the gate found her hand clasp ed by the strong hand of a man a handsome, big fellow, though even in that light one could see that ho was not a refined person. Indeed the man was her own moth er's hired servant, with whom sho was bound to elope. To say why sho had been so fool ish as to take a fancy to him, to ex plain the feelings t hat induced her yourg, beautiful and educated, the daughter of a wealthy woman, with a good position in society, to fall in love with a fellow who had nothing but a certain amount of coarse good looks to recommend him, would be to succeed where all the wise men in the world have failed thus far. Who has ever yet been able to give the reason for a woman s infatuation for her lover! Indeed, sho has none, so that often in the years that blot her follv out she asked herself. Why did I love that fellow!" and can find no answer. A man can gen erally say, "She was pretty," in the same case. It does not need even to make a woman an idiot. And so I cannot tell -ou why Kate Armour left her happy home, her mother who loved her, her friends, and all her luxuries, for the kisses and praises of that boor of a groom, who had not honest worth to com pensate for his lack of education and manners. Cto she did, however, and the two were married in the nearest town. Tom Scotcher having no doubt whatever that Mrs. Armour would relent when she heard that her girl was really married, and that he should lie down in clover for the rest of his davs. lie reckoned without his host, however. The mother replied to her daughter's first letter by forbidding her even to write again. And when the answer came the groom was very angry. However, ho was in love in his coarse fashion just then, and, after sulking an hour or two, he turned to his wife and said: "Well, vou'ro as handsome as a picture any way ; and hang the wo man!" Then he took her by both arms holding her so tightly that he left the marks of his lingers upon them and kissed her on the neck a fierce, hot kiss, from which she shrank with a little scream crying: "Tom, you bit me!" So he had. At least, it was a sort of bite. She did not know what to make of it. Afterward she learnt. It was the first lesson he had dar ed to give her in the difference be tween the love of a brute and the love of a gentleman. And it was not long before she learnt that a passion utterly without sentiment falls like a curse upon any woman's life. Tom had no sentiment. Yet, for awhile, her fresh beauty charmed him, and it was better with them then than afterward; for while it lasted he be haved decently. He found work suited for him, and did it. He spared her what heconld as he said, "for finery," and she, though she began to understand the difference between being Miss Ar mour and Mrs. Tom Scotcher, clung to him as long as he yet told her she was "the prettiest girl anywhere." For a year she was often uncomfort able and very remorseful when she thought of her mother, but she was still blind enough to be happy at times. Then a little babe lay on her bosom, and she was very delicate, and began to fade a little, and then Tom came home tipsy once or twice, and sho could not tell which were worse, his liquor-llavored kisses or curses. Then disenchantment having be gun on both sides a red-cheeked girl, chambermaid at a low tavern made her jealous jealous of Tom Scotcher. And reproaching him with it when ho had a glass, and foolishly twitting him with the fact that she had left her wealth and lux ury for him, and might have married well, he struck her. So her love ended, and the lowest depth of misery was reached. She saw the man she belonged to for life in his true colors. And now often he told her that she had lost all her good looks, and was nothing but a drag on a young fellow, who could marry "the pretti est girl going if he were single." Oh, mother, mother, if you only knew," the girl often sobbed in se cret; but she could not go home with lorn bcotcher's baby in her arms. Indeed, she had not the resolution necessary to enable her to run away. A little, soft, silly thing she was still, and ever would be. Tom Scotcher, with his habits, lost one place after another, and they moved on and on, liviDg here and living there, sometimes with plenty to eat, sometimes with half enough, until the child was old. a year Then, one morning, Tom Scotch er having found work in a neigh boring town, or so he declared, they traveled together across the country, the wife carrying the baby across in her arms, and a bundlo on her back. Kate Armour had disdained to car ry the tiniest parcel. They had como to a spot in the road where a grateful shade fell from some large elms, and here they sat down to eat and drink. Tom was in the best humor, for some reason, and made a jok at which his wife laugh ed. On that,' flattered by her appre ciation, he told her that "anyway. uer teem were jikb pearls. 1 Praise is sweet to a woman, and I sue nad neraed no compliment for a long time. "I'd grow good looking again if we had better times." said she. "And there's mother with her great ! trunk full of money, and no one to j spend it. "Why. what do you mean? girl" said Tom Scotcher. "Trunk full of money! Her money is in the bank. I suppose, like other folks." Kate i laughed. j "Mother never will put money in banks," she said. "She's sure they'll fail she has thousands sometimes in an old red box under her bed. She throws rags on top, and says that is the best way to hide it. I've often worried over it at home." "Yes," said Tom. "It's foolish but woman is mostly idiots," and ho sneered sardonically at his wife's pale face. j Then he ate his bread and cheese and arose. "I'll go back to the tavern and get i a drink of beer," he said. "You sit here you and the kid." Then he stooped down and pinched ! the boy's cheek. Not for months had her Orson been so charming. Kate was really comforted. Sht sat in the grateful shade for a long while, not wonder ing that he was long in coming back when he had reached so desirable a goal as a tavern; and after a while she fell aslep. It was a long, sweet sleep, and in it she saw her mother and the old house where sho was born, in a strangely vivid dream. Her mother sat and looked at her in the old, loving way; and on her own lap lay a little dog that had been a great pet of hers in that sweet long ago. The tiny creature began to whine. "Lie still," she said. "Lie still; what ails yon, Pinky!" But Pinky whined louder. " What can trouble him?" she said, again; and then she was broad awake; and it was not her little dog that wailed in her arms, but her child Tom Scotcher's baby and the sun was sinking, and she was still alone. Tom was, doubtless, lying very drunk indeed on the tavern step, by this time, she thought, lint it was not his habit yet to neglect business, and ho had said it was needful to reach their place of destination by dark, that he might present himself to his employer in the morning. Impatiently she waited; but the moon had arisen, and still he did not come. All that she could do was to turn h ick and seek him in the tavern. She had no money no food. Such as he was, her husband and in a sort her protector. She arose, took up the bundle and the baby, and trudged back to tho tavern. Tom Scotcher was not there. A man dressed as she described him had drunk there about noon, but had gone the other way; and now Kate began to understand that he had abandoned her. At first, going by herself to a spot where no one could see her, she cri ed over it, and felt very unhappy. Then hope filled her heart. Now her mother would relent and take her home. She turned to the tavern, and ask ed the way to Grapemere. It was nearer than she thought only fifteen miles away. Toward it she set her face. Slowly and painfully she toiled on, begging her bread as she went. She slept in barns at times; once in a poor mans garret, with his little children; once in an old lime-kiln. At last the white spire of the church where she had been baptized arose from the distance of tree-encircled Grapemere. Then she saw an old red barn with which she was famil iar, and its farm-house, and a group of hay-making people. The last farm on the road to Grapemere; and now hope gave her strength. She would not lag until she met her mother. She washed her own face and that of her child in a little pond. She shook some of the dust from her clothes, and walked on more slowly, coming at length into the trim street, with its houses half hidden in their fine gardens in which stood her mother's dwelling-placo. Yes, sho must be forgiven she must she would. But what was this? Usual ly the street was so quiet; now a crowd filled it. People ran to and fro, some shouting, some crying. And the densest 6f the crowd was about her mother's house. WThat had happened! With her heart beating wildly, Kate clutched the arm of a poor wo man who stood near. "What is the matter!" she asked. "Why, it's murder!" said the wo man, shivering as she spoke. "You're a stranger, ain't you! You don't know old Mrs. Armour. She was killed last night for her money. Seems she kept a lot under her bed in a chest. She's beat all to pieces with a hatchet." "Oh, Heaven screamed Kate. Who did it!" "Well," said the woman, "they say a man who used to work for her and ran off with her daughter, was seen here last night. But may be that's all talk. Why, how ill you look! You'll drop your baby. Here, help! help! There's a woman in a fit or something!" And help came; kindly hands did all they could for the stranger with the lady's face and the beggar's clothes whom no one recognized but Heaven had been merciful.' She was dead. Carl Schurz on the Situation. From hisAddress to the St. Louis Germans. In alluding to the present, I do not speak as a partisan. The centen nial memories which have gathered us here are not the property and pride of one party, and a reproach to the other; they are equally dear to all, and uniting us all in common veneration. So I speak to that patri otic spirit which must be common to all who are true Americans, whatever party name they may have chosen. With anxious hearts we have been watching from year to year the growth of demoralization and cor ruption in our public concerns, threatening to poison the very life of those free institutions to which the American people owe so much of their prosperity, strength and great ness, and not a few have there been despondingly predicting that this centennial anniversary of the nation's birth would be darkened by the mor al decay of the repablic, the prelude of is disintegration and downfall. Surely the evil is great, and tho efforts to remedy it have met with many a reverse. But is the cause of reform and regeneration as hopeless as the cause of independence seemed when the centennial Congress had to fiy from the very hall where indepen dence was declared, and when Wash ington's brave heart, amidst the dis tress of Valley Forge, had to summon its last reserve of fortitude, not to sink in despair? Is it less promising than was the struggle against slavery, Avhen the conscience of the American people' seemed smothered by their new-grown wealth of cotton, or, after a new outbreak, lulled to sleep again by compromises all but universally acquiesced in? Will not the same patient fortitude of patriotic purpose, which, undismayed by temporary failure, achieved results so great in the days of the past will it not again be strong enough to rescue the re public from its present dangers? Indeed, I say it with joy, I see the dawn of hope and good promise on the horizon. But yesterday, as it were, that partisan power which, under either party name, recognized in spoils and plunders the cohesive bond of organization, threatened to wield over all of yon, on either side, a scarcely disputed sway. But has not a patriotic spirit arisen in the land which has already, in both or ganizations, staggered that power in its strongholds? May we not indeed hope, by that persevering effort of which, to-day, we commemorate so glorious an example, to make ours once more that pure and high-toned government which the fathers of the republic made it and designed it to remain ? Here and there we still hear voices among us asking with a sneer: "What is nil this worth? What will it avail, this effort to restore the ancient mor al greatness of this government? Our peojile are so swallowed up by a greedy materialism as to be lost to all ideal impulse. They have ceased to care for their free institutions, and this republic is manifestly bound to go the way of all great republics before it first rotting in corruption, and then drifting into some form of despotic rule." O, how contemptible, in the face of the history that is be hind us and the duties before us, is that dreary pessimism, that imbecile despondency of impotent characters, who are ever ready to give up all as lost because they are too indolent for a vigorous effort to save what is not lost, only threatened! No, with such elements of vitality and moral strength as the American people possess, there is nothing lost that is worth ireserv ing or restoring. Let all good citi zens listen to their consciences as to what is right and just and best for the welfare of all, and then, with calm judgment, superior to party prejudice, choose what appear tho safest among tho means offered to attain the end, and we need not fear for the future of the republic. Er rors we shall commit, and failures we shall endure, but governed by such a spirit of sincere devotion and patient perseverance, the errors we shall correct, and tho failures we shall repair. It is the growth of that spirit which I greet on this centennial day as a sign of new promise. May it be strong enough to govern the whole people in that momentous act by which, inHhis year of great memories, they have to choose for themselves a new government. May a sincere so licitude for the common good and the honor of tho republic weigh down the aspirations of greedy sel fishness and silence the artful cries of the demagogue. May tho rage of reckless vituperation bo banished from our debates, and the clash of opinions give evidenco only of an honest endeavor to evolve the truth. May in this great memorial year of tho century all Americans show themselves worthy heirs of the heroic, devoted and wise men who gave to America independence, and to the world the inspiring example of a great republic. No higher honor can we do their names than by opening the second century of our national existence as nobly as they opened the first, and prouder than ever shall we be able to say, We, too, are Amer ican citizens. Tiif. Liist of Gentlemen. A gen tleman is a rarer thing than some of us think for. Which of as can point out many such in his circle men whose aims are generous; whose truth is constant and elevated; who can look the world honestly in the face, with an equal, manly sympathy for the great and the small? We all know a hundred whose coats are well made, and a score who have excellent manners, but of gentlemen, how many ? Let us take a little scrap of paper and each make his list. Thackeray. COURTESY OF BANCROFT LIBRARY, UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, Language of - Flowers. For years the language of flowers has been in use. It is certainly ap propriate that those forms of ex pression, constantly employed in the communication of the thoughts and seelings which emanate from love, the most beautiful object in nature. For the special benefit of those who may have occasion for them, we give some of the definitions most commonly in use: Blue bell I wish to lead a single life. Boxwood Tell mo that you love me truly. Columbine You are most too foolish. Clover blossoms, red I have a se cret to tell you. Clover blossoms, white I love another better than you. Dandelion You are a smiling lit tle flirt. Daisy I will share your delight ful sentiments. Dahila Your charms I cannot re sist. Fuchia I am trne to you. Flags Cold and dreary is my heart. Flowerv locust I love vou, but I love another. Geranium I am lonely without you. Grass Useful, but not orna mental. Hollyhock Y'ou are most too am bitious. Honeysuckle I will make happy. you Hyacinth Have you good faith. Izq jilant You look cold. Ivy I can only be 3011 r friend and nothing more. Lily I am patient. Lilac You are 1113 first and onl3 true love. Lady slipper You are fickle. Locust blossoms I have loved 3ou long and well. Marigold Be very cautious. Mignonette I love you more for not being more handsome. Myrtle I love 3 011 trnfy. Morning glory Love, love me. Magnolia I love none on earth better than 3011. Mock orange Can 3011 keep a secret. Narcissus Your love for yourself is better than for me. Orange flowers Charity a vir tue all should have. Oleander Be careful, my dear. Peach blossoms -I shall never love another as I have you. Pepper mint Warmth of feeling. Peoin, red WI13 do 3ou keep me waiting so long? Pink I am happy in 3our pres ence. Rose Geranium I prefer light hair and blue C3es. About IiUce. In the sixteenth century lace was a favorite lover's bribe to an Abigail. Silvio, in tho bill of costs he sent to tho widow of Zeliuda, at the termina tion of his unsuccessful suit, makes a charge for a "piece of Flanders laco"to her waiting woman. Swift ad dressed a "3-oung lady" in his pecul iar strain: "And when 3011 are among 3ourselves, how naturally, after the first compliments, do 3ou entertain yourself with the price and choice of lace, and apply 3"our hands to each other's lappets and ruffles, as if the whole business of life and the public concern depended on the cut of your petticoats." Not satisfied with lace when alive, both men and women craved for it as a decoration for their grave clothes. In Malta, Greece, and the Ionian Islands, the practice of burying people in lace acquired an unsavory reputation on account of tho custom of rifling the tombs and selling the lace often in a filthy condition in the market. At Paler mo tho mummies in the catacombs of the Capuchin Convent are adorned with lace, and in Northern and Mid dle Europe this fashion prevailed for a long period. In the Church of Itevel lies the Due de Croy, a General of Charles the Twelfth, in full cos tume, with a rich flowing tie of fine guipures. He was never hurried, by the way, his corpse having been ar rested for debt; so that he remains, Mohammed-like, suspended between earth and sky. The Duke of Alva not the great duke, but one who died in Paris in 1739 was, by his own direction, interred in a shirt of the finest Holland, trimmed with a new point lace; a new coat embroidered in silver; a new wig; his cr.ne on the right, his sword on the left side of his collin. The beautiful Konigs marck lies buried at Quedlinburg amid a mass of the richest Angleterre, Malins and guipure; and the cele brated Mrs. Oldfield "was laid in her collin in a very fine Brussels lace head, a Holland shirt with a tucker of double ruffles and' a pair of new kid gloves." -- A MtEDEKEU's PnKENOIiOGICAL. Character. Adin, who was hanged in Ohio the other day for the mur der of three women, whom he slew in a fit of wrath, had some 'excellent qualities if his phrenological chart is accurate. The phrenologist says to him. "Y'ou are one of the most independent of men, especially in thought; have done your own think ing from bo3hood; are ae independ ent as a man can be; are quite ambi tions; perfectly honorable; always have made, will make, your word 3our bond; are trusted implicitly by all who know 3ou, to ten times more than jou are worth, because 3011 al ways pa3; are just as honest and hon orable as at.y man can be, and are as firm as the everlasting hills, especial ly in matters involving right and dut3'." Tho Russian Ambassador in Lon don desires to be recalled as his posi tion there is intolerable. How the Serrice Feels About Custer. Remarks of a General The truth about Custer is, that he was a pet soldier, who had risen not above his merit, but higher than men of equal merit. lie fought with Phil Sheridan and through the pat ronage of Sheridan he rose, but while Sheridan liked his valor and his dash ho never trusted his judg ment. Ho was to Sheridan what Murat was to Napoleon. While Sheridan is always cool, Custer was always aflame. He was like a ther mometer. He had a touch of ro mance about him, and when the war broke out he used to go about dress ed like one of Bj ron's pirates in the Archipelago, with waving, shining locks, and a broad, flapping sombre ro. Rising to high command early in life, he lost the repose necessary to success in high command. Why, I remember when we were chasing Lee, and had him up against Appo mattox, Custer rushed into the rebel lines and wanted Longstrcet to sur render the whole army to him. Y'ou see Custer imagined that if he could frighten Longstreet into a surrender all he would have to do would be to turn over the whole rebel gang to Grant, but Lonpstreet, who had won derful sense, quietly told the furious young man that he did not command the arm3 to surrender it, and that Lee was off to see Grant on the same business. Then Caster must rush into politics, and went swinging around the circle with Johnson, lie wanted to be a statesman, and, but for Sheridan's influence with Grant, the Republicans would have thrown him; but 3-011 see we all liked Custer, and did not mind his little freaks in that way aii3 more than wo would have minded temper in a woman. Sheridan, to keep Custer in his j)laco, kept him out on the plains at work. lie gave him a fine command, one of the best cavalry regiments-in the service. The colonel, Sturges, was allowed to bask in the sunshine in a large city, while Custer was the real commander. In this service did well, and vindicated the partiality of Sheridan as well as the kind feelings of his friends. But Grant's admin stration began to go down, and it looked like a new deal. The old spirit which sent Custer swinging around the circle revive d in him. He camo East and took a prominent part in reforming the arni3. Well, that is all right in theory; but, you see, when a soldier goes out of sol diering he is sure to blunder. It is like trying to run a horse-car on cobble-stone pavement. Soldiers said that the war department might be foul enough, but it was not their place to clean it out. The3 were soldiers, not scavengers. This made feeling, and drew upon Custer the anger of the inside forces of the ad ministration. Then he must write his war memoirs. Sherman did it, and Frederick and Napoleon, and WI13' should not Custer? So people began to cry "Dime novel!" at him. Well, in these memoirs, he began to write recklessly about the army. He took to praising McClellan as the great man of the war. Probably he was; but it was no business of Cus ter, and, coming as it did when the Democrats began to look lively, it annoy-ed tho administration. Grant grew so much anno3ed that even Sheridan could do no good, and Cus ter was disgraced. Instead of com manding tho Yellowstoneexpedition, as he expected to do as he always had done under similar circumstan ces, he was made a subordinate. Technically it was not a disgrace, for Custer was onhy a lieutenant colonel, and of course any colonel could rank him. All that Grant did was to put Terry, a general, over Custer, a lieutenant-colonel, who had his regiment all the same, but things considered, it was a disgrace. Custer felt it, and went out to the field to do some tremendous thing, astonish tho country and overwhelm the administration. So, when he saw some Sioux camps, instead of waiting for Gibbon or for Terry, who would have shared or usurped his honors, he rushed in without knowing or caring. It remiads me very much of the charge of the light brigade at Balaklava. That was all because of a row between Lord Car digan, who commanded the brigade, and Lord Lucan, who commanded tho division. Itich tVitlioHt Money. Many a man is rich withou t money. Thousands of men with nothing in their pockets, and thousands with out even a jacket, are rich. A man born with a good, sound constitution, a good stomach, a good heart, and good limbs, and a prett3 good head piece, is rich. Good bone3 are better than gold; tough muscles than silver; and nerves that flash fire and carry energy' to ever3 function, are better than houses and land. It is better than a landed estate to have the right kind of a father and mother. Good breeds and bad breeds exist among men as really as among herds and horses. Education may do much to check evil tendencies, or to develop good ones; but it is a great thing to inherit the right proportion of facul ties to begin with. The man is rich who has a good disposition who is naturally kind, patient, ..cheerful, hopeful, and who has a flavor of wit and fun in his composition. Tho hardest thing to get on with in this life is a man's own self. A cross, selfish fellow a desponding and complaining fellow a timid and care-burdened man these, remarks a contemporaiy, are all born deform ed on the inside. The3 do not limp, but their thoughts do. . A barrel of flour produces, on an average, 218 loaves of bread weigh ing IS ounces each. Sleep Walkers. Somnambulists frequently perform feats in their sleep which they shrink from during waking hours, in a part of France where men are much ac customed to walk on stilts, over swampy ground, a somnambulist ono night walked across a swollen torrent on stilts; 011 awaking, he found him self too much afraid to recross the same torrent by daylight. Another man was in the habit of rising in the night; he dressed while asleep, went down to the cellar, drew wino from cask, walked back, undressed, went back to bed again, and knew nothing about it in the morning. Ohco when ho did this, ho woke in the cellar, and found more difficulty in retrac ing his steps in the dark than he had when asleep. Simply walking in sleep is a common phenomenon; but working, acting, or doing, as well as walking, iH more rare. A man dream ed that ho saw a child fall into the river; he got up, thrsw himself again on the bed, as if in the act of swim ming, seized hold of a bundle of clothes at.tlie end of the bed, treated it as if it were the drowning. eliilJ, held it with one hand, while seeming to swim with the other, and put it down as if safely landed on the river Rule; he began shivering and teetlr chattering, and said out audibly r "It is freezing cohl! let me have a littler brandy;"' and finally returned to bed again. A young military officer in the citadel of Bren&tein was seen bv his brother officers to rise from bet! in his sleep, go to a window, open it, clamber to a roof by the aid of a win dow cord, seize hold of a magpie's nest with its young, descend to the room, wrap the young birds in a cloak, and go to bed again. An Ital ian apothecary frequently arose in his sleej and compounded medicines. A very remarkable case is that of an English stone mason who was told by his employer, ono evening, to go the next morning to a neighboring churchyard and measure the quantity of work done to a wall. Waking in the night, he was astonished to find himself dressed, in the open air, and in the dark. The church clock struck two, and then he knew he was in the churchyard. When a gleam of sum mer daylight came, he found that he had measured fh wall accurately with a measuring rod, and properly entered the items in a book. This is one of the few cases where a somnam bulist "caught himself in tho act." Mceal's Focijth Wife. A few 3ears ago an English woman named ; Tompkins, who kpt a shop at Pera, summoned from lv,ngland to aid her in her business a 3-oung niece who proved to be extremely pretty and no less intelligent. Soon after her arrival she took it into her head to stur.y Turkish, representing to her aunt that such knowledge would bo of great advantage to their trade, as the Turkish ladies would naturally prefer to make their purchases where they could be understood without" the aid of an interpreter. As tho young girl was at once clever, ambi tious and indnsf riotrs, she soon suc ceeded in acquiring the language, and numbers of the female members of the noblest Turkish families camo to tho English shop. One day the pretty niece went to the harem of Prince Murad fo take home somo articles ordered by his principal wife. She never returned, and when her aunt went in search of her she re ceived a cool message of farewell from tho 3oung lady herself, who had become the fourth wife of tho heir to the throne, who is tho pres ent Sultan. Too Strong a DTtEA5r. A friend of ours, a bank clerk is dead in lovo with a pretty girl on Pine street. Tho other evening he called upon her with the air of a man who had hit m"on a happy idea. "Do you know, Jennie," said he, "that in a dream I had last night, you allowed me to kiss 3our pretty cheek." "Well, your dream must come true, I suppose," and she presented her snowy faco to his lips, "And now, Willie, I too had a fanny dream last night." "What Mas it, dear?" "1 dreamed that you brought me a dia mond bracelet." "Oh, thunder," exclaimed the frightened clerk, "you dream too strong for mo." George Francis Train, so asserts Jennie June in tho Baltimore Amer ican, "is now generally considered a lunatic." She sa3-s that ho sits ten hours every day on a shaded bench in Madison Park, etting children who play there. He will shake hands with no adult, for fear it might tako strength out of him; and he says he is developing a will-power that will in time enable him to kill an3'body by a mere exertion of his mind. Don't be afraid of a little fun at home, good people! Don't shut up your house lest the sun should fade your carpets, and your hearts, lest a hearty laugh should shake down some of the musty old cobwebs there! If 3011 want to ruin 3-our sons, let them think that all mirth and social enjoyment must be left on the thresh old without when they come home at night. If enjoyment is not found at home, it will be sought elsewhere. Transplanting Trees. The Buil der recommends people who trans plant trees to mark the north side of each tree before it is taken up, and place it in its natural position. A large proportion will then live, as, by ignoring this, transplanted trees generally perish." A young Scotch farmer, having set his affections upon a young lady, re cently proposed marriage without tho usual preliminaries. The lady, equally frank, rejoined: "'Deed. Jamie, I'll take 3e, but ye maun gio me my dues o courting for a' that. o o o o o o o o o o o o 0