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DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, AND THE BEST INTERESTS OF OREGON.
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VOL. 11.
OREGON CITY, OREGON, THURSDAY, AGUUST 23, 1877.
NO. 44.
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SOCIETY NOTICES
OREGON LODGE, No. 3, I. O. O. F.
Meet every Thursday Evening, at
T) o'clock. In OJd rellows' Hall,
Main Street. Meiubi-rs of the Order jynfcWn-i.
are invited to attend.
By order of
X. G.
REBECCA DEGREE LODGE, No. 2,
j. j. j. i., meets on tne second and nT"
Fonrth Tuesday Eveninus of each month. I -HV
at 1H o'clock, in the Odd Fellows' Hall.
aiemoers 01 me Degree are invited to
attend.
FALLS ENCAMPMENT, No. 4,
I. U. O. meet at Odd Follows' Hall on
the First and Third Tuesday of each month.
Patriarchs in good standing are Invited to
attend.
MULTNOMAH LODGE, No. 1,
A. t . & A. M., holds It regular communi
cations on Uie jrirvt and Third Saturdays J
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iu nuu juuuiu, ai o cioca irom tue utu j
of September to the 2i!th of Mun-h- n,l v .
1H o'clock from the 2fth of Mar.-h to the
20th of September. Brethren in ttood standing are
invited to attend. Ily order of W. M.
BUSINESS CARDS
WARREN N. DAVIS, IYI. D.f
I'liy.siciuii and Surgeon,
Oraduate of lhe I'nl versity of Pennsylvania.
Ornct at Cliff House.
CHARLES KNIGHT,
CANBY. OREGOX.
l'li.ysioiaii and Druggist.
Prescriptions carefully filled at short notice
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PAUL DOYCE, IYI. D.,
lMiysioian and Surgcus.
OtlEOON Cjty, Orf.oox.
Chronic Diseases and DiseaseH cf Women ami
Children a specialty.
Office Hour day aud night; always rtadv when
duty calls. ' au-J-lTrt-tr
DR. JOHN WELCH,
SB'
DENTTST.
urli;is l. OREGON CITY OREGON.
Highest cash price paid for Couuty Orders.
JOHNSON & McCOWN,
ATTORNEYS and COUNSELORS AT LAW
OREGON CITY, OREGON.
Will practice in all the Court of the State.
Special attention given to cases in the I'nited
States Land Office at Oregon City. 3apr"72-tf
L. T. BARIN,
ATTOIBXKY AT I. A
OREGON CITY, OREGON,
t Will practice in all the Courts of the State
novl, "75-tf
W. H. HICHFIELD,
KistnlillHhecl nIhoo '-lt,
One door North of Pope's Hall,
M 4IX ST.. OREOOS CITY. OKKCON.
in assortment of Watches, Jewelry, and
Seth Thomas' Weight Clocks, all or "which
are warranted to be as represented.
, Kepsirlng done on short notice; and thauki ul
for past patronage.
CmbIi 1'ald lor County Orders.
JOHN M.
O DEALER
BACON,
BOOKS, STATIONERY
PICTCRE FRAMES. MOULDINGS AND MISCEL
LANEOUS GOODS.
FRIJIKSI JIAIE TO OltlKlt.
Oeegos City, Oregon.
BVAt the Post Office, Main Street, west side
novl.
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J. R. GOLDSMITH.
OENEHAL XEAVSPAPElt
Collector and Solicitor,
PORTLAND, OREGON.
KBt st of references given. dec25-77
HARDWARE, IRON AND STEEL,
Hubs, Spo1i.cs, Kim,
, OAK, ASH AND HICKORY PLANK.
XOUTimVP TIIOMPM.,
mar31.'7S-tt Portland, Oregon .
o J. H. SHEPARD,
BOOT AXD SlIOESTOKH,
One door North of Ackerman Bros.
' Boots and Shoes made and repaired as cheap
m the cheapest. novl. "75-tf
MILLER, CHURCH & CO.
PAY THE HIGHEST PRICE FOR WHEAT.
At all times, at the '
OREGON CITY MILLS,
And
have on band FEED and FLOUR to sell, at
market rates
sacks.
Parties desiring Feed must furnish
novl2.tr
A. G. WALLING'S
Pioneer ISoolc Bindery
Pittock's Building, cor. of Stark and Front Sts.,
PORTLAND, ORt'GO.V
BLANK BOOKS RULED AND BOUND TO ANY
desired pattern. Music Bo ks. Magazines,
N.wspapers. etc., bound In every variety of style
known to the trade. Orders from the country
promptly attended to. novl, "75-tf
OREGON CITY BREWERY.
HUMUUL fc MADDER,
Having purchased the above Brewery,
wishss to inform the public that they are
cwpirta to manufacture a No. 1
quality
OF LAGER BEER.
A good aa can be obtained anywhere In the State.
Wfdora solicited and promptly filled.
1
ESS BU
MUSIC OF THE SIMIEKHS.
Ah
! the mystic, mystic, tender music
Music of the spheres I
How it gently, gently, sweetly trembles
Trembles in my ears t
Throbbing gladly, sobbing sadly ;
Moaning, crying, groaning, dying;
Uke the far-off murmur-ringing
Of a sky-bell 'mong the stars !
Through the archway of the moonbeam.
In the shadows of the skies.
Now it ripples, ripples, ripples.
And its murmurs fall and rise.
Like the notes of infant planets.
Leaping in terrestrial play ;
And it flows and flows and echoes
Through the heavens far away.
THE EVEXI.VU TIME.
Together we walked in the evening time.
Above us tne sky spread golden and clear,
And he bent his head and looked in my eyes.
As if he held me of all most dear.
Oh 1 it was sweet in tin evening time !
Grayer the liht grew and grayer still,
The rooks flitted home through the purple shade :
The nightingales sang where the thorns stood high,
As I walked with him lit the woodland glade.
un .' it wa- t.weet xn the evening time I
And our pathway went through fields of wheat ;
Narrow that path and rough the Way,
But he was near, and the birds sang true.
And the stars came out in the twilight gray.
Oh ! it was sweet in the evening time !
Softly he spoke of the days long past.
Softly of blessed days to be ;
Close to his arm and closer I prest,
Thf corn-field path was Eden to me.
Oh ! it was sweet in the evening time !
And the latest gleams of daylight died;
My hand iu his enfolded lay ;
We swept the dew from the wheat as we passed.
For narrower, narrower, wound the way.
Oh I It was sweet in ttie evening time !
He looked in the depths of my eyes and said,
Sorrow and gladness will come for u, sweet ;
But together we'll walk through the fields of life,
Clufce as we walked through the fields of wheat."
MAGGIE WARREN'S DOWER Y.
BY TUOS. S. COLLIER.
It was a cool and roomy mansion, and
stool gleamingwbite and distant through
bending orchard trees around. The old
Warren homestead was a pre-revolutionary
building, and its owners had ever
been noted for the persistence with
which thej added broad stretches of
meadow and woodland to their already
large farm. At the time our story
opens the Warren farm wa the pride of
the d strict, and toasted that it could
count it i acres by the thousands.
The present owner was an old lady,
called by the pople who served her, and
by the neighbors, Mistress Warren.
One grandchild, the daugter of her on
ly son, lived with her, and made the
old mansion full of light and music, for
Maggie Wuirn wa as sunny a-jd beau
tiful as a brijjht June morning.
Mistress Warren had been the moth
er of two daughters, though where they
were was a mistery in Durham, and as
she never referred to them, no one al
luded to them when she was near. She
held undisputed sway over the estate,
and could will it to whom she pleased, i
so that it was to one of the Warrren
blood ; and as Maggie was her only com
panion, and was watched by her with a
love that .sought to make life one long
dream of joy, why, the supposition was
that she would be the next mistress of
the noble farm that ran over hill and
dale, and circled the old homestead
with a domain indeed palatial.
Of course this made her the object
of pointed attentions, a?id even when a
schoolgirl, her friends were many, and
the suitors for her childish smiles and
favors not a few.
She was a wise, clear-headed little
thing, and show did not dazzle her.
She had quite a nack of what is called
mind-reading, and her bright eyes seem
to question the souls of all who came
near her. Her sweet disposition kept
her from making enemies, and so her
childhood flowed smoothly on, and
merged into a brighter womanhood .
Iu the choice of her companions she
was left entirely free.
"You are the oi)e to be with them,
Maggie," her grandmother said, "and
so they are clean and honest, I care not
from what family they come."
So Maggie gave a party and invited
all her schoolmates, and by every act
that she could, conveyed to them the
knowledge that she was their friend
still.
Having entered society, suitors began
10 hoc iv arounu ner. ami one ly one
withdiew, as they saw she could give
them friendship only. Two alone remain
ed, Harinp; Durham, the son of the rich
banker, whose father was the founder of
the 2la2e, and whose estate ranked in
value above the Warren farm, though
the latter possessed the most land; and
Paul Green, son of old Peleg Green,
the village cobbler.
Every body said thatHaring was just
the man for Maggie. He was stylish
and good-looking, and had been through
college. He held a position in las fath
er's bank, and had all the money and
horses and time that ne wished, and
laid assiduous tiege to Maggie's heart.
As he could spend as much in bestowing
his attention as he chose, he had the ad
vantage of Faul, who was busy learning
a trade in the large machine shop that
had grown to bo the great enterprise of
Durham.
Paul was a ready worker, one who be
stowed both labor and otudy on his toil,
and left no effort to advance untried.
Ho was advancing, for an earnest spir
it always will do this, and month by
month showed that he would leave his
mark on his profession.
He was good-humored and fine look
ing. Both Earing Durham and he had
been schoolmates of Maggie's when they
were great boys, and she a toddling lit
tle thing. They had been friends then,
and were so now, though they knew
that they were rivals.
"Thera i ro usa in your hanging
round Masgie Warren," his fellow work
men would say; "young Durham has
the money and will win."
But Paul would only laugh, and in
the evening seek the Warren homestead
and have a nice chat with Maggie.
Thus matters went on for a year, and
then Mistress Warren was laid to sleep
with her husband, and Maggie followed
her to the grave the only Warren
mourner there.
Curiosity to know the old farm's own
ership ran high, but Maggie had the
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reading of the will delayed until her
grief had been softened by time, then
the old lawyer, who transacted the bus
iness for Mistress Warren, was asked
to bring a few witnesses and read the
will.
One of the people he brought was the
banker Durham, and when the party
had been seated long enough to grow
quiet, the will was produced, and wip
ing his spectacles, Mr. Perkins, the old
lawyer, read the usual preamble, and
then came to the bequests.
"I give to my granddaughter, the
daughter of my son, the Warren home
stead, the orchard that lies around it
and which is inclosed in the high pal
ing fence and all that is in the
house or on the ground mentioned ; the
same to be at her disposal and hers
alone.
"The remainder of the Warren farm
and the stock and tho implements be
longing thereto I give to my grand
sons, Hobart Ward and Parker Man
ning, the only children of my daugh
ters Sarah and Margery, to be equally
divided between them."
This was all the will said,.and as it
was known that the Warrens had bought
all the land they could, and had always
paid for it, it was not thought there was
any more to dispose of.
"Rather hard on Maggie," said the
banker as he walked away from the old
house. "Well, Haring is bound by no
promises, and therefore he is all
right."
And Haring was all right. Of course the
news of how Mistress Warren had dispos
ed of her property was soon known and
many were the condolences sent out to
Mazgie from souls that had tested her
kindness, and these seem to be with her
and comfort her.
Paul Green called to sae her that eve
ning. He was free now, and his knowl
edge made him the recipient of good
wages, so that ho hid no fear for the
future. He spoke bravely and hopeful
ly to her, ana his manner showed very
plainly that she was the same to him
now as she had always been.
The next day Haring JJurham came
and stayed a little while, but he appear
ed ill at ease, and talked as though he
was performing a necessary, but disa
greeable duty.
. Many people had thought that now
he would immediately marry Maggie,
and take her home, but Haring never
called again. Maggie had too much
true womanliness to regret his absence.
flis last call, with its mournful and em
barrassed words, had left any thing but
a pleasant memory, and she was glad to
see the hopeful and smiling face of Paul
Green when she answered a rap on the
door the next Sunday evening.
He was a frequent caller after this,
and when three months had elapsed
from the burial of her grandmother, ask
ed what she intended to do.
"I have hardly made a decision, but
I shall keep the old place just as it was
given me. Dear, old grandma, people
sav sh treated me wrong, out sno am
not. John says the fruit and poultry l
can raise here will bring me in nearly
five hundred dollars a year clear of ex
pense, and that is plenty to support
me.
"Yes, that is quite a fortune, and,
Maggie, I am going to ask you to share
it with me.
"What?" said she, wonderingly,look-
ing at
him.
He smiled and went on, "Why, I wish
to share your income. To put it more
plainly. I love vou. Maggie, and have
loved you a long time, but was not sit
uated so that I could tell you this
Ziovr. however. 1 am; 1 have learned a
good trade, and my income is large
enough to afford me a wife, so I ask you
to be this, for I have eyer held you dear
est and best.
Maggie's eyes grew moist as she list
ened to these words, playfully spoken,
but thrilling with a strength of love that
made them eloquent. For a little time
she sat silent, then she took his hand
and said:
"I can only give you the answer you
wish, for I love vou. and always shall
love you."
It had been a very quiet love-making,
for they were people of strong feeling.
but now tuat they belonged to each oth
er, tho fludgatesof their heart's opened,
and a holy ecstacy filled them and made
them eloquent.
Maggie's cousins had come on to take
possession oi their property. lhey
each tried to purchase the old homestead ,
out cue reiused to sell it, and six
months after Mrs. Warren had gone to
sleep there was a quiet wedding in the
quaint parlor, and Paul Green clasped
to his heart as sweet and true a wire as
ever a man could have.
They did not go off oa a wedding
tour, as Haring Durham and his bride
did, but settled down into a quiet life,
Paul working steadily at his trade, and
as steadily going on upward, and the
old home was a bright and happy home
to them.
Some months went by, Haring Dur
ham had brought his bride home, and
settled into a partner in the bank. Paul
Green was working patiently and brave
ly in the machine shop,and Maggie went
singing through the whole house.
There were many quaint apartments
in the house that were seldom entered.
There was no need for them, as Paul
and Maggie were not important bodies.
but could be content with little. Paul
had made a work shop of the long wood
shed next to the kitchen, -which formed
a straggling offshoot of the house, and
here worked on some models he was
making whenever he had leisure. The
kitchen and a little sitting-room with a
cool and airy chamber formed space
enough for them, and in these they pass-
(h many happy hours.
One bright October day the machine
shop was forced to rest that the engine
mJo-hf bfl repaired, and so Paul could
stay at home, and he worked some t
in RTieeial sanctum and then came
to the kitchen where Maggie was just
finiahino: her morning s work.
T would like to take a look into the
hhrarV- Maggie." he said, "we have
never explored it yet."
"Sure enough, and there are the par
lors and garrets to rummage, and the
large chambers.
We will go through the library
first," and they passed into the large
hall that ran through the main building.
A few steps brought them to the li
brary, a great, square room, with heavy
cases of walnut. Maggie opend the
broad windows, and the mellow light
streamed in, and lit up tho backs of
many volumes, some somber with ages
of darkness, others bright with guild-
mg, and rich with color.
"A noble store, said Paul, who was
a good student, as he ran his eyes along
the titles of the boots.
Maggie was deep in the midst of a
cabinet of curiosites, and walking on.
Paul came to a large secretary. It was
shut, but the key was in the, lock, and
turning this, he opened the long-elosr J
writing desk. The drawers and com-,
partments were full of papers; the larg
est drawer ha 1 a lock with a key in it,
and ho opened tnis. and took np a pa
per. As he ran his eyes hastily over it,
he was surprised to find that it was a
large share in a thriving manufacturing
company.
He picked up another paper, and an
other, and found that they were all of
equal or greater value.
"vhy, Maggie, he cried, "do you
know what this desk contains ?"
"No, what is it?" she answered, look
ing at him with surprise, his voice was
so excited.
'What is it? Why, a fortune! See
here," and as she came and stood be
side him he showed her the papers and
explained their value.
"Whose are they? she asked.
"Yours, I think."
"We had best send for Mr. Perkins
and ask 1pm."
"Yes, that will bo best; I will replace
the papers and send John for him."
John was Mistress AVarren s old gar
dener, who had begged to remain with
Maggie, and who made himself useful
fn many ways. In a short time Mr.
Perkins arrived, and on being told of
the discovery, rubbed his hands violent
ly together, and nodded his head so fast
that Maggie felt sure it would come off.
"Stocks, eh? I always thought it
strange she should only leave Maggie
the house and contents, and the orchard,
but I understand now. Whose are these
stocks? Why, yours, and I am glad
you found them, tome, we had best
see how much you are worth, and he
followed them to the library.
A complete examination of the desk
and drawers of the library revealed not
only stocks of grent value, but bonds
and mortgages, bank bills, jewelry and
coin, and when it was ull computed,
Maggio Green found that she was in
deed an heiress.
Mr. Perkins was entrusted with the
management of the stocks and papers,
and soon was on his way back to the
village, for he said tho transfer must bo
attended to, and the premiums collect
ed; and while the two young people
were planning what their new lives
should be, Mr. Perkins, who had over-
heared Mr. Durham's remark concern
ing Haring'snot being promised to Mag
gie, dropped into that gentleman's of
fice, where lather and son were seated,
and told his news.
"The lowest computation makes it
over half a million," he said, chuckling,
as he arose to leave, "ana when tue
premiums and interest are counted in,
whv. it goes way beyond that. 1 al
ways thought Mistress Warren dabbled
in stocks, but she never told me," and
he went slowly out.
"Half a millionl" said the elder Dur
ham. when his astonishment would let
him speak.
"And I only obtained one
hundred
thousand with Miss Lannoy,"
younger, bitting his lip.
said tho
And while Mr. I'erkms was
goinj
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into
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his office, Maggie said: "Now
finish your models, and buy
shop, Paul, for I know you would
live content unless employed."
not
"You are right, Maggie, and so it
was settled; ana wnen jur. j.-ermns
told Maggie that there were seventy
thousand dollars subject to her check
in Mr. Durham's bank, she gave it to
Paul.
Their money did not keep Paul Green
and his wife from being useful. In
fact, it made them more so than before;
and Maggie s dowry has brought joy
and comfort to many homes that needed
such.
Dangerous Inventions. Many years
ago. a gentleman in a subordinate de
partment of the Dank or Ireland discov
ered a device more useful than hair-split
ting, though of like nature. He found
out a way of splitting bank notes, so
that each note became two. and to all
appearances were the same as when they
were one including of course, the water
mark and all the rest of it. He is an
honest man, and informed the govern
ment of the result of his ingenuity;
whereupon on his solemn promise of
never revealing the secret, they made him
Governor of the bank. Another gentle
man, but who, unhappily, is a rogue,
has lately made his appearance in Lon
don : he has invented a certain acid which
causes the writing to disappear from the
check, and then Le fills up the blank
space according to his aspiration'. His
moutts operandi is the following: He
procures a real check, drawn by a goot
name, for seventeen or nineteen pounds
the word "pounds" is obliterated so com
pletely that no trace of the origina'
writing can be discerned even under the
microscope, and the words "hundred
pounds" inserted in its place; two ciph
ers are added to the figures, and then
the thing is done, since all the other
parts of the document, including the
signature, are quite correct." This in
genious plan is causing great conster
nation in London, and the gentleman
who invented it could get a good
round sum to retire from business. Ex
Why do not printers succeed to the
same extent as brewers? Because print
ers work for the head and brewers for
the stomach; and where twenty men
have stomach, bnt one has brains.
Printers' Register.
C0URT3SY CF BANCROFT LIBRARY,
UNIVERSITY CF CALIFORNIA,
BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA
Caution to Wives Don't Send Your
Husbands Shopping
The man to be pittied about these
days is the one whose wife is in the
country and who gives him some sam
ples of material to be "matched" while
he is in town. He leaves the depart
ment early so as to do his ''shopping'
and catch the train. The sun pouring
down on him makes him mad, and begins
bestowing wicked adjectives on the inno
cent bit of "stuff," as ho calls it. He
goes in and out of stores in a frantic
manner, like an Ohioan looking for a
vacant post-office; he sees everything
but what he wants the same figure, only
pink where his is blue the same color,
only two shades different; he gets mad
der, and his adjectives become more
numerous and emphatic. He meets an
old. dignified friend of the family, who
asks him what he thinks of "Hayes'
Southern Policy;" whereupon he con
signs the President, his policy and every
one else to a place where thermometers
are of no avail. He begins to go round
the corner to see a man, in fact, sever
al men and his "shopping" business
ends in his going out in the late train in
an enthused condition, and he throws in
to Angelina s lap a bundle of something
ent.rely different from what sho wanted.
She cries, calls him a brute and wishes
she had never left her mother a wi&h
he decidedly joins her in, and meditates,
with a gravity consequent on his con
union, on the possibility of such an
event happening and things returning
to the stutnouo of a few years before.
The waking and consequent howling
of the baby puts an end to the question
and he falls asleep.
The next morning Angelmaaccompan-
ies him to town ; she has a triumphant
gleam in her eye; he has a downcast,
pensive look. When he arrives he bor
rows S10 of a friend and gives it to the
wife of his bossom "to buy something
nice, and say no more about it.
A woman can be very forbearing if
paid for it; so she kindly consents.
Jones says he manages things differ
ently, and for the benefit of and a warn
ing to the wives in tho country, I will
give his method: When his w'ife gives
him a lot of "worsted flannel, calico and
lmcracks to match," he goes to the de
partment and selects tne prettiest wo
man he knows in his division, takes her
out to a nice little lunch and starts her
out on the "matching" business meets
he on the way to the train, treats her
again, buys an orange for his wife, re-
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ceives ner iiiauts and delighted praises
for the highly successful manner he ex
ecuted her conimissicn with a meek.
pensive air. as one who would say
A ell, my dear, I am glad you are pleas
ed I work very hard to try and do so'
smiles grimly behind his paper when
le hoars her telling that spiteful Mr
Smith how devoted her George is to her
"the poor dear fellow has a headache
running around in the heat just to oblige
me. i asiinaton Capital.
A Noble W oman. The Countess
Ebersburg is doing a noble but unob
trusive work in London. "Some two
years ago. says Mr. Conway in a letter
to the Cincinnati Commercial, "the
Countess lost her two babies, and she
then consecrated her fortune and life to
the single work of saving the lives of
children. As she began to examine the
subject, she met with the statement that
in England 200,000 children aie annu
ally under the age of five, of those three
percent, die of preventable causes. She
set herself to the task of going around
visiting the poor and conversing with
mothers. In the first place she institu
ted weekly Mothers Meetings, which
might be attended bv those who were
able, at which she gave them instructions
in economizing their poor means, and
in the kinds of food most nourishing,
and answered from the best authorities
the mothers' questions as to treating
their own and their children s ailments
The Countess next drew upon her means
and those of her friends, to provide
Malted Fuod Extract and similar things
for ailing children, and bv spending
about 2,000 a year in this way saved
many lives. No cry of mother or child
has ever been unheeded. Gradually
she has extended her plans to include
Children s lietreat in the country for
babies whose lives depend on the change
of air, and a day nursery, where wo
men may leave their children in good
care while they are at work. Her work
is now arranged in districts amid the
poorest parts of London, and she dis
tributes some 9,000 pounds of baby food
per annum. 1 he crusade or this gentle
Countess against Herod, though it has
attracted ho attention in royal circles
here, seems to have been heard of else- '
where, and the Empress of Russia last
year sent the Countess a donation for
her work and a warm letter of sympathy.
The Grand Duchess of Balen has this
year done the same."
Seeing Srx Generations. Doctor
Plot, in his " Natural History of Staff
ordshire," mentions old Mary Cooper.
of King's Bromley, who lived to see the
sixth generation, and could have said ;
" Rise up, daughter, and go to thy
daughter, for your daughter's daughter
hath a daughter." This was either an
imitation of. or suggested by, a state
ment made by Zuingerus, to the effect
that a noble matron of the family of Dol
burus.in the Archbishopric of Mentz,
could have thus spoken to her daughter
"Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her
daughter that her daughter's little
daughter is crying." Horace Walpole
speaks of an ancient lady whom he vis
ited, one Mrs. Godfiey ; she had a daugh
ter who had a daughter (Lady Wadle
grave) , who had a son (Lord Walde
grave), who had a daughter (Lady
Harriet Beard), who had a daughter
(Countess Dowager of Powis) , who had
a daughter (Lady Clive) , who had an in
fant son. Horace Walpole saw all the
eight generations at different periods of
nis nie. i.ne secret here was early arm
riages, one after another.
"Wot d'yer keep on a hittin' the poor
old donkey like that fur, father?" "Cos
yer mother ain't 'ere. my lad. Cos
yer mother ain't 'ere." London Fun.
Caro of Harness.
Few farmers realize the care needed
in the proper preservation of leather,
and the lack of knowledge of its re
quirements, causes the loss of
many
The
dollars to the owners of horses
practice of washing harness in warm
water is very damaging, unless a oat
of oil is applied immediately after
washing. No harness is ever so soiled
that a damp sponge will not remove the
dirt, yet, even when the sponge is ap
plied, it is important to apply a slight
coat of oil by the use of a second sponge.
All varnishes and blacking that contain
the properties of varnish should be
avoided. When a harness loses its lus
tre and turns brown, as almost any
leather will do after long exposure to
the air, the harness should be given a
new coat of grain black; first washing
the grain surface thoroughly with pot
ash water, to kill the grease, and after
the grain black, applyiug oil and tallow
to the surface. This will fasten the
color and make the leather flexible.
Neat's foot oil only should be used on
harnesses, and no more should be ap
plied to the leather than it will absorb,
as many harnesses are injured by apply
ing too much oil. A superabundance
so applied works out to the surface in
hot weather, absorbing dust and dirt
and soon looking very slovenly.
An excellent harness polish maybe
made by breaking in small pieces four
omctsof glue, pou.idgover it in a
basin about a pint of vinegur, and let
ting it stand until it becomes soft. Take
two ounces of gum in another vessel
and pour in half a pint of black ink,
letting it stand until it is perfectly dis
solved. Melt two drachms of isinglass
in a cup with as much water as will
cover it. To mix the whole, turn the
sonened glue into a saucepan over a
gentle fire adding another half-pint of
vinegar, stirring until perfectly dis
solved, being careful not to let it burn
at the bottom nor reach the boiling
point. Next add the gum, and, after
arriving at about the same heat, add
the isinglass; then pour it on for use
Apply a thin coat, sufficiently heated
to be fluid, with a piece of dry sponge,
and if the article is dried quickly, either
in the sun or by the fare, it will have a
better polish. This answers equally
well for boots and shoes. Coleman's
Rural World.
Usb for Bittee Oranges. TheFlori-
dians propose to market their wild or
anges in the shape of bitters and think
the trado will grow so that they will
have to plant bevilles. We read in the
Agriculturist : Who is the man who
will make a fortune by taking up the
orange wine business ? The process is
easy and the ingredients are simple,
nothing but orange juice and sugar
W e had occasion a short time back to
mention some wine made by Mr. Preiss
He has shown that a wine, and a good
wine, can be made from these simple
ingredients. It is a healthy wine, no
spirits in it, just the thing to meet the
wants of the temperance people. What
fortunes have been made by makers of
fancy bitters! Wliat quantities of these
are sold, but can any of them beat
those made from our home products?
We challenge the competition. If peo
ple object to the name of -wine, call ours
bittirs, for it has the flavor of the bit
ter orange from which it is made. The
late Mr. Hite, of Mellonville, manu
factured an excellent article of the kind,
but he could not find a capitalist who
would ussist in pushing it. Here is an
opportunity for another "Ayer" or
"Hostetter" to start on; very little capi
tal required, but an enlarged mind to
know how tj advertise and pta'a.
Farmers should keep a Slate.
Where farmers keep hired men, and
stormy days abound, vtiey are frequent
ly at a loss to know how to pot them to
work profitably. It is a good plan to
have a slate at the tool-house, or barn
or work shop, and to note down during
pleasant weather what work can be done
in rainy weather. There are scores of
l.ttle jobs that suggest themselves which
ought to be done, and can be done, in
rainy weather as well a3iu fair weather.
Such a slate would have upon it some
thing like the following : ""Clean out
the cellar; oil the harness; mend har
ness; grease all the wagons; repair the
horse stalls; file the saws: grind the
tools; assort the apples; mako kindling
wood; repair the implements; paint the
implements; shell corn." A hundred
other like jobs could be suggested.
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nave n unaerstooa mat when a rainy
aay comes, wnether you are at home or
not, the slate is to be referred to. and
the work done as there suggested.
Prairie Farmer.
Glycerine for Oil Stones. Almost
every one has more or less use lot an
oil stone, but in these days a good oil
is hard to obtain, and kerosene is often
used instead. This is a bad plan, for
although it makes the steel "take hold"
it ruins the stone. Glycerine is much
better, does not dry on the stone, and is
easily washed off when dirty. Use soap
or soda and water to clean the stone,
and then apply the glycerice. Clean
water is only needed to wash tho stone
with, and if treated in this way it can
be kept bright for a long time with the
grit unimpaired.
This matter of windows in stables is
one of vastlv more importance than
some farmers think. Animals, no more
than vecretables. can thrive in the dark.
Our lone Winters are sufficiently try
ing to the constitutions of onr farm
stock, under the best circumstances,
and an auitnal upon which the sun
Bfarcelv shines at all for hve or six
months will come out in the Spring in a
haA state of health, even thongh the
feed and tho ventilation, and the tern
neratTire have been ail right, lhe sun
is the great life-giver. Vermwl Chroni
cle.
"Better is the poor man that walketh
in 'ntearitv. and payeth his subscrip-
fion than the rich man who continually
telleth thy "devil to call again.
Some Qneer Birs.
Among the birds which interested me
most was an enormous pigeon, the lar- '
gest of the pigeon tribe. This fellow,
who is about as big as a small turkey,
is called the crowned -pigeon, and comes
from Java and some of the neighboring
islands. He is a splendid bird, with a
wide-spreading crest on his head, which
gives him a very distinguished and im-
posing air. If size and appearance
count for anything, this should be the
king of pigeons.
Some other birds which attracted my
attention, not on account of their beauty .
but because of their oddity, are called
laughing-jackasses. lhe name may
strike you as a very strange one to give
to a bird, but there is a reason for it.
In Australia, where these birds come
from, the early settlers used to hear in
the woods strange noises which sounded
as if they were made by a jackass who "
had heard a good joke, and was laugh
ing heartily at it. The people could
scarcely make up their minds that a
jackass could hear enough jokes to keep
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him laugning sucn a time, ar .i so tuey
searched for the merry individuals and
found that they were these birds, who
would sit on a tree and at repular inter- :
vals burst into this bra in j kind of
laugh. ,.i
There are several peculiarities about
the laughing-jackass. In the first place
he is really a king-fasher, though he sel
dom goes near the water. Therefore,
of course, he cannot carry on his regu
lar business, or what ought to be his
regular business, if his name is correct.
and so he contents himself with catch- ,
ing lizards and mice, and such small
fry as may be found on shore. Then,
again, he is peculiar because he acts
more like a cat than a bird in hunting
for small game. ' He will sit and watch
a mouse-hole just like a regular old
tabby-cat, and when the mouse ventures
out, he will pounce upon it as quickly
as any puss you ever saw. It may be
that he laughs so much because he con- -tinually
sees for himself what an utter
ly absurd kind of bird he is.
" On a long perch, in a very wide cage,
sat a long row of dear little birds of dif
ferent colors and sires, but all very
small. These were African finches,
and it was very amusing to see them sit
there perfectly quiet until some one.
came to one end of the cage. Then
every one of these little birds turned
its head to see who it was. When the
person went to the other end, they all
turned their heads, at the same mo-.
ment, in that direction. They moved
so quickly, and in such perfect order,
that you might have thought they had
been drilled by a military officer.
As I had not time - to look at all the
birds, I passed around among the long
legged herons, bright colored pheas
ants, gorgeous chattering parrots, pret
ty little paroquets, finches of ail kinds,
black, white, red, green and purple,
grossbeaks ( rhich are finches with
broad, thick beaks, and some of them
with beautiful scarlet aud black plum
age); mino-birds, which come from
India, and talk as well as, or even bet
ter than, the most conversational par
rots; and the weaver bird, of which you
may have heard under the name of the
sociable grossbeak, and which seems to
be a very good sort of bird, although
nothing like so much of a curiosity as
its nest must be.
There were also some toucans, about
as big as crows, with enormous diiis as
large as the claws of lobsters, and of
very much the same shape. borne of
these great bills, half as big as the bird,
were red, and others were dark colored.
Some of tue cockatoos were of a beauti
ful rosy color, and one kind, from Aus
tralia, looked exactly as if it had been
rosy once, but had been washed aud
had faded. from "A V.llaye of V,d
Beasts," by Frank R. Stockton, St. Nicho
las for A ttyust.
Litlle Things. Life is a collection
of little things. Htppiness is not a
huge package of merchandise that can
be purchased in bulk at wholesale; it is
rather a mosaic formed of little gems,
each insignificant by itself alone, but
grouped, combined, it becomes attrac
tive and satisfying. A pleasant smile,
a kindly greeting, a considerate ded,
an unselfish act, all trifles in themselves
yet aggregate a sum of human happi
ness and tranquility that a united fam
ily circle would not exchange for a mil
lionaire's wealth or princes' honors
where the warm heart and gentle hand
is absent.
Little habits creep up apace until
from" an occasional indulgence they
grow up to a ruling power; little expen
ses, scarcely noticed in the first instance
so jn consume an alarming total; little
matters unnoticed, disregarded and un
cared for, finally confront us with im
passable brrriersof accumulated and
neglected duties and responsibilities.
In these latter days of enforced econo
my, when so many of the brightest vis
ions have faded away into grim reali
ties, it behoves us to award to little
things the earnest attention which their
importance demands, remembering al
ways that real happiness is the aggre
gate of many little things.
The Arab's Proof. A Frenchman
who had won a high rank among men
of science, yet who denied the God who
is the auti of all science, was cross
ing the Great Sahara in company with
an Arab guide. He noticed with a sneer
that at times his guide, whatever obsta
cles might arise, put them all aside, and
kneeling on the burning sands, called
on his God. Day after day passed, and
still the Arab never failed; till at last
one evening the philosopher, when he
rose from his knees, asked him, with a
contemptuous Bmile, "How do you
know there is a God?" The guide
fixed his beaming eyes on the scoffer
for a moment in wonder, and then said
solemnly, "How do I know there is a
God?' How do I know that a man, and
not a camel, passed my hut last night
in the darkness? Was it not by the
print of his feet in the sand ? Even so"
and he pointed to the sun, whose last
rays were. flashing over the lonely des
ert "that footprint is not of a man."
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