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EDWARD D. HOWARD,
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TERMS :
ONE DOLLAR AND riFTT CajfT
rc AKFOM. ! AOVAJICS.
VOL. 39, NO. 22
WARREN,
TRUMBULL COUNTY,
OHIO, WEDNESDAY,
JANUARY 24, 1 8 55.
WHOLE NO. 2000.
Poetry.
[From the Knickerbocker Gallery.]
THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S NEST.
BY H. W. LONGFELLOW.
One the Emperor Chmrlet of Spain,
With hit sirsxttay. rrve commanders,
I fonrrt in what campaign.
Long beaiered in mad aud rain
Some old frontier town of Flandera.
Up and down the dreary camp.
In great hoots of Spauish leather,
funding with a measured tramp,
Thea Hidalgoi. dull and damp.
Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather.
Thus, as to and fro they went,
Orer upland and through hollow,
Giring their impatience Tent,
Perched upon the Emperor s tent,
la her nest they spied a swallow.
Yes. It was a swallow's nest.
Built of clay and hair of horse
Wane or tail, or dragoons' crest.
Pound on he.lgerows, east or west.
After skirmish of the forces.
Then an old Hidalgo said.
As he twirled his grey moastachio,
"Sure, this swallow orer head
Thinks our Emperor's tent a shed.
And our Emperor but a machio.
Hearing hi imperial name
Coapted with these words of malice,
luif in anger, hair in shame.
Forthwith the great campa:gner cam
Slowly from his canns ilace.
"Let no hand the bird molest,"
Said he solemn!y."nor hurt her
Adding then, by way of jest :
"Gotondrino is my guest
"lis the wife of tome deserter. T
Bwlft as bow-string speeds a shaft
Through the camp wa spread the rumor;
And the soldiers, as they quaffed
Flemish beer, at dinner, laughed
At the Emperor's pleasant humor.
So. unharmed and unafraid.
There the swallow sat and brooded.
Till the constant cannonade
Through the walls a breach had mad.
And the siege was thus concluded.
Then the army, elsewhere bent.
Struck its tent, as if disbanding;
Only not the Emperor's tent
For be ordered, ere he went.
Very curtly: "Lear it standing!"
And it stood there an alone,
loosely flapping, torn and tattered.
Till the orood was fledged and flown.
Singing oe'r those walls of stone.
That the cannon-shot had shattered.
JtfscliV the Swinish for mnle.
iOtrium,in Spanish, mean a wIlow and a deserter.
From the Home Journal.]
YOUR HAND I TAKE IN MINE.
BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.
Toor hand I take in mine. Willie
And fancy Vvt the art
To read, while pazing in your face.
The record- of your heart:
Tin joy an honest man to Vd,
That gem of modest wo flfcf
By me more prised than au uie fro Id
Of all the mines of earth. Willie,
Of ail the mines of earth.
IVe marked your Votc of right, Willie,
Toor road disdain of wrong;
I know you'd rather aid the weak
Than battle for the strong.
The r olden rule religion's tj
With constancy pursue.
Which renders others all that they
Can ever render you, Willie,
Can ever render you.
A conscience Toid of guile, Willie,
A disposition kind,
A nature, gentle and sincere.
Accomplished and refined,
A mind that was not formed to bow.
An aspiration high.
Are beaming on your thoughtful brow.
And in your cheerful eye, Willie,
And in your cheerful eye.
I never look at you, Willie,
But with an anxious prayer
That ytm will ever be to me
What now I'm sure you are.
I do not find a fault to chide,
A foible to annoy.
For you are all your father's pride.
And all your mother's joy, Willie,
And all your mother's joy.
Ton 're all that I could hope, Willie,
And more than I deserre;
Tour pressure of affection now
I feel in every cerre.
I lore you not for fashion's take.
But for yourself alone;
And this is why your hand I take
go fondly In my own, Willie,
So fondly in my own,
Choice Miscellany.
EVERETTS OF GREEN GROVE:
AN ENGLISH STORY.
BY CHARLES DICKENS.
He was the saint of the family, and
the model man of the neighborhood.
There was not a charity he did not sub
scribe to, not a deputation that he did not
entertain and there were hungry fellows
generally, who knew the comforting vir
tues of his choice Maderia he founded
Sunday-Schools and chapels-of ease, as
other men would build barns, and he
was the public purse of all the ten par
ishes around. The p'oor called him a
real gentleman, and the ungodly a fine
fellow ; while the elect looked solemn,
and spoke " of that pious man, Jacob
Everett," through their noses for most
part. No one had an ill word for him ;
excepting the landlord of the Grapes,
who declared with a mighty oa'.h that
he was the "pest of the place, and
would ruin all Green Grove if he was
left to do as he liked. " Notwithstanding
this Bacchic judgment, Jacob Everett
was a good man; weak, perhaps, but
loveable in his very weakness ; sincere,
gentle, generous, merciful ; puritanical
in principle, but as his youngest brother
the archdeacon, once said in full vestry,
when Jacob opposed about the penance
of Hannah Brown ' sadly latudinarian
in practice." Jacob, however, went
on his own way, opening a wide door to
all sinners ; closing to a narrow chink
the yawning gates of destruction which
his brother swung back wide enough for
all mankind, saving the small band of
elect to which he and his belonged.
The family was proud of Jacob. He
was an old bachelor and rich ; and the
Everetts albeit of the richest like
wealth and honored pedigre s. They
were grand people, who practiced hu
mility in coaches, anJ self-abasement in
velvet ; who denounced the lusts of the
flesh at state dinner parties, over cham
pagne and pine-apples ; but who believed
that eternal punishment was the doom
of all who entered a theatre or a ball
room. They went to morning concerts
of serious music, and patronised orato
rios. They thought it sinful to be in
love, and called it making idols so
they married their children comfortably
among good families with money, and
told them that es'eera was better than
romance. Miss Tabathy Everett was
once suspected of a tender partialiiy for
a young Mr. Aldridge Park : but the
fam'ly hushed It up as scandal, for un
converted Mr. Al Iridge kept a pack of
hounds. Afterwar.ls they married her
to the rector of Green Grove, the Hon
orable and Reverend Humdrummle Hib
bert, eldest son of the Dean, and heir
to an un-apostolic fortune. The Ever
etts were exceedingly undemonstrative.
Miss Taba'hy accepted her husband,
and concealing her feelings made a very
good wife. For marriage was not their
forte. Not an Everett was ever known
to stoop down to kiss a husband's fore
head as he sat before the fire reading ;
not an Everett wts ever known to talk
nonsense in the nursery neither to ride
a cock-horse, nor to bewail the fate of
Humpty Dumpty, neither to rock-a-by-
baby upon a tree-top, nor to perform a
monody in a minor, all about " Kiddlie,
Coosie, Coosie, Coo" a song I once
heard from a dear mother, and which
I thought the most beautiful of songs.
The Everetts were not given to any such
follies ; excepting Jacob, who loved
children as they would be loved, and
who used to play at boo-peep with the
cottager's children.
Some years ago just at the time
when pretty Anna Fay, the Sunday-
School mistress so suddenly left Green
Grove a strange alteration took place
in Jacob Everett. His cheerfulness,
which had been his strongest character
istic, was exchanged for the most pain
ful depression. He talked frequently
of his sins, and gave more liberally than
ever to missions and charities. His
friends could not understand this de
pression ; which at last became habitual.
He gave them no clue to it ; but with
scarcely a day's warning, he left home
to travel in the South of Europe. He
had been looking ill, and more than
ever harassed of la:e ; and every one
said it was the best thing he could do,
great as would be everybody's loss.
His sister Tabathy alone objected, on
the score of the Jesuits.
However, Jacob went, discharging
all his servants and shutting up the beau
tiful old hall. To the infinite surprise
of everybody, he openly and unblush
ingly took from the ne:ghboiing village
a certain Betty Thome, a fine, hand
some looking woman, a farmer's sister,
aged about forty. And Betty Thorne
traveled with him in his own carriage.
Five years passed away, and Jacob's
letters became rarer and more rare.
He wrote ever in the same depressed
condition of mind ; spoke often of "good
Betty Thorne, who had been such aj
blessed comfort to him, " and hinted
vaguely at some nnforgiven sin. Thin
for two years more no letters came, even
in answer to business inquiries ; and all
trace of the traveler was lost. His very
bankers did not know his address, and
" Sardina " left wide margins. Mrs. (
Hibbert one day grew quite warm when
she spoke of his neglect with Paul and
Jessie, her two children ; almost agree
ing that Paul, poor child who, liythej
way, was three and twenty, destined J
for the church, but preferring the army, j
and so making a compromise by studying
the bar that Paul should go to Italy in
search of his uncle Jacob. But the
Jesuits and the Signoras fright- ned her.
And as their deliberations went on, a
letter came to Mrs. Hibbert sealed in
black and written in ccpper-colored ink ;
which letter was from Betty Thorne,
telling her that her "honored master
had gone to rest, the seventh of this last
September past, and the letter would
tell the gracious madame all about it, "
The letter enclosed was from Jacob
Everett himself, revealing the mystery
of his life.
" Oh Anna Fay ! with your nut
brown hair, and Quaker ejes, and dove
like ways, who would have believed
that yon, so good and so demure, with
Jacob, the best man of Green Grove,
would have given such a hostage as that
round, red, laughing, loving liitle being
that flower plucked in a forbidden for
est ; that unauthorised, unsanctioned,
unlawful little liege Estella, ' star of
the morning ! " God forgive you both.
You sinned, and you suffered ; you fell,
and you repented ; perhaps your burn
ing tears and your prayers of penitence
and grief n ay have effaced the dark
record in the Great book above. You
are both cold in your tombs, now
Heaven's mercy rest upon you ! There
are enough in this hard world to cast
stones at you both ; for us, wo will but
water the flowers on your graves, and
pluck up the weed, and place a head
stone where you lie. "
In this let'erto bi sister, Jacob made
j
a full conression; telling her that shocked
and terrified at his crime, he had sent
Anna Fay away, who had refused to'
marry him as he wished, and how she
had lived in Italy ever since he, Jacob, j
feeling that an entire separation, though j
they loved each other well, was the only
reparation they could make to Heaven ;
and how five years ago she had died,
leaving their child without a friend or
protector in the world. How he had
then gone over with Betty Thorne, to
whom he had confided his secret, to
guard and educate his girl, which he
had done carefully. He then ended by
appointing Tabilha guardian and sole
trustee of his daughter, now seventeen
years of age.
All his usual superscriptions, and a
certain yearly allowance of which we
shall have to speak presently, were to
be continued until Estella would be of
age, when she would consult her father's
memory and her own feelings only.
It took but little time for Mrs. Hibbert
to reflect on her course of action. Paul
and Jessie, impulsive as all young peo
ple arc, pleaded instant adoption of the
child, and Betty Thorne, too ; but Tab-
itha Hibbert, wounded in her family
pride, in her religious conscience, and
in her worldly ambition, turned coldly
to her children saying, " The girl who
has robbed you of your inheritance, who
is a stain on an unspotted name, and
who damages our religious character
forever, shall never darken our threshold.
I r.'fuse to act as guardun or trustee.
Entreaty is useless Jessie ? I am a
Christian woman and a mother, and I
understand my duties. "
So Betty Thorne was written to, and
" all recognition of that unhappy girl "
distinctly declined ; conpled with a se
vere warning sounding very much like
a threat, to " sell the Haii when she
came of age, and never dare to iutrude
herself among the members of a family
which disowned her as a disgrace. "
After Mrs. Hibbert hadwri;ten this let
ter, she read, as was her daily wont,
the lesson of the day. It chanced to be
the history of the Magdelene, her sins,
and her pardon. But she made no com
ment upon it, though Paul and Jessie
looked at each other, the girl's pale eyes
full of tears, and the youth's cheek
crimson.
Months and years rolled by; and Ja
cob's name was never mentioned, neither
was his sin, neither were his good works.
The beautiful old hall was still shut up,
until Estella should be of age, and the
donations and subscriptions were punctu
ally remitted ; Betty Thorne writing all
the letters in the nameof Master Heiress.
There was a certain yearly allow ance
made by Jacob to a certain widow with
five children, a Mrs. Malahide, relict
of Captain Malahide of the Fourth En
gineers. She was an Everett Miss
Grace Everett who had eloped one day
with a scampish young officer, wi h
nothing but his pay, and who had con
sequently been disinherited by her father.
She was the youngest, and had been
the darling ; but she had lost herself
now, they said ; and so not wholly dead
to, she was partially excommunicated
by the family. Jacob, as head of the
house since his father's death, had al
ways given Mrs. Malahide an allowance,
with the consent of Mrs. Hibbert, and
the archdeacon, to whom it was a mat
ter of pride rather than love that an
Everett should not starve. But for them
selves Grace had married a poor man,
and an unconverted o:ie, and what claim
had she, therefore, on them ? So the
archdeacon drove his prancing bays,
and Mrs. Hibbert bought her Lyon vel
vets, and both said that Mrs. Malahide
was only too fortunate in having such
a devoted brother as Jacob, and that
her sins had merited her sufferings.
This was the allowance which Jacob had
desired in his will should Le continued
until Estella was of age, but which then
she was free to discontinue or keep up,
as she liked.
Mrs. Hibbert had not remembered
this clause when she refused to accept
the trust confided to her. Perhaps if
she had, she would have acted differ
ently from family interests. For the
Everetts dared not for the sake of the
world's opinion, wholly desert a sister
of the house ; and if Jacob's five hun
dred a year were withdrawn, they must
either support Grace themselves or suffer
an additional disgrace in her poverty.
Neither of which alternatives pleased
them. However the matter was yet in
abeyance, but soon to be settled ; for
the year wanted only six orseven months
of completion, which would sec Estella
of age, mistress of the Hall, and of;
her father's wealth. j
And Mrs. Hibbert groaned, and the ,
archdeacon shook Lis stick, and some-!
thing very much like an anathema flew j
across the seas to rest on the bright head
of the joung girl sitting in the balcony
erkoking the Grand Canal at Venice,;
thinking of the mother she had loved, an!
of the father she had lost.
This young girl leading the secluded
life of a foreign damsel ; seeing no one
but htr faithful English nurse, and the
various mistresses of such accomplish
ments as her father had desired her to
learn and her own artistic taste had di
rected her to; her full heart yearning for
love and sympathy and companionship;
her imagination filled with great visions
of herm ither's horn t, of that large stro i
England whose voice sounded throigh
the whole world, and whose son held
sway in every quarter of the globe ;
this young girl stored up large treasures
of poetry and affection, all the purer
because of their depth, all the more en
during because of their music.
Mrs. Malahide lived at Brighton in a
pretty little house on the sea-shore, occu
pying herself with the education of her
four daughters her only son was at
Cambridge in quite a natural and un
Everett fashion. Not that she was wholly
natural either; for inherited reserve and
education were too strong to be set aside,
even by the free life she had led since
her marriage. Th?rj were still traces
of Green Grove in the precise slow man
ner in which she spoke, and in the stiff
hand held out like a cleft bar of iron,
wnich formed the chief characteristic of
the Everett world. Hut she was a good
creature at heart and had born softened,
first by love, and then by sorrow, into
more real amiability than her rigid man
ners would give one to believe.
It was all to Mrs. Malahide, that all
Estella's feelings turned. She knew the
secret of her birth, poor child; and though
too ignorant of the world to understand
it in all its social bearing, yet she was
aware that a stain of some kind rested
on her, which made her grateful for any
love as for an act of condescension.
She knew that her family's family had
disowned her, and that the very woman
who had lived on her father's bounty ;
and who now expected to live on hers, j
had written in a letter to her lawyers
thus: "No one can feel more strongly
than I the sin and shame which the exist
ence of Miss Fay's daughter entails into
our family ; for the sake of my children
I trust she may continue the allowance,
made to me by my brother in reparation
of my father's injustice, and that in so
doing, she will not feel that she is con
ferring a benefit, but simply doing her
duty in repairing, so far as she can, the
wrong which her birth has done to us
all. "
But although Estella knew that these
were the proud and hostile feelings with
which the whole Everett world regarded
her, yet as she used to say to herself,
whom else had she to love ? whom else
to benefit. Her father left her his fortune
and his name ; she must see the old Hali
at Green Grove; she must some day go
down there as mistress, sole and unac
countable of all the farms and lands
around ! and, do what they would, they
could not conceal from the world, that
Jacob Everett had left his property and
his name to the cliil 1 of his unmarried
wife. She pitied them, she would have
pitied them more : but she knew of noth
ing better to do than to win their love
and conquer their esteem, nnl so make
them forgive her unintentional wrong to
wards them.
She therefore.determine 1 to go to Brigh
ton, where she knew Mrs. Malahide re
sided ; to find some means of introduc
tion to her ; and she said, looking on the
waters of the Adriatic, force her aunt to
respect, to love, and in the end to ac
knowledge her. The scheme was ro
mantic enough ; hut it did not promise
badly. Estella and Betty Thorne left
beautiful Italy, and went, in the dull au.
tumn months to Brighton.
It took but liitle time before she and
her faithful nurse settled themselves, and
then a little longer before she discovered
Mrs. M.ilahide's address. Then she had
to make her plans, and determine on her
point of attack ; for a thing of such
gravity she thought, was not to be done
in a hurry. She felt frightened now
that the time really came when she was
to see and be seen by her father's family
and she almost wished she had remained
in Italy.
TO BE COJSTIXCED.
An eccentric correspondent wishes to
be informed whether Lancaster, the in
ventorof the modern gun, is descended
from his namesake, the celebrated pro
tno'er of national education ? The in
genious inquirer founds his observatiw
on the fact of one having directed the aim
of youth, and the other teaching "the
young idea how to shoot. "
A Celestial Vehicle. We heard n
good Methodist preacher once " go on'"
in this way: "As I was riding alonp
once, on one of those benutiful Westcrr
prairies, with my dear old wife, who ha
since gone to heaven in a buggy. "
[For the Chronicle.]
PLEASANT SCHOLL ROOMS.
PLEASANT SCHOLL ROOMS. BY A TEACHER.
It is often a query in the minds of some,
why their children do not like to attend
school better, and why they ask to be dis
missed before the usual time for closing
school has arrived. Perhaps those that
are puzzled for an answer to these ques
tions have never visited a school-room
since the days of their youth, and have
forgotten their school-day trials and vexa
tions. It is not so strange a thin ' to those
accustomed to the sjhool-room, knowing
as they do, the situation in which pupils
are placed in too many instances ; it is
more a wonder that wed) not firid more
truants than we do at the present diy.
Most of the pupils have pleasant homes ;
not only pleasant but very delightful ;
and to leave these and their healthy out
door exercise, for a dirty, hard-seated
school-room is not so desirable as some
other things would be. The children
are told it is time to go to school ; well,
if so, they think they must make the most
of their time before the bell rings ; and
away they run, not to a pleasant yarJ, but
to one so narrow that they could not all
turn round in it at o.ice without danger of
accident.
The next move they make is to run
into the street to have a good play, to the
great annoyauce of the passers by; and
the way the dust or mud, as the case may
be, is made to fly is really amusing to
those not at all responsible for their ap
pearance. When the bell rings they
are ready for a change, as they are fon I
of variety. They are not entering their
Ma's parlor now, or they would notice
that shoes or boot need cleaning, or the
dust needed to be shaken off. Oh no ! it
is only the school-house ; the floor is dirty
already; never saw it any other way
more than once or twice in my life. So
they think and act. No carpet is per
mitted to cover the schol rom flor, the
walls have not been white washed in two
or three years, and in the mean time a
stove-pipe has been unjointed some six
months or so, and permitted to smoke and
blacken the ceiling and walls. Nothing
in particular attracts their attention and
admiration, so they are conjuring up
something to attract others. If the teach
er notices them it is accompanied by a
reprimand with word or look; and if at
once they bee ome very studious, they find a
word hard to pronounce, and hasten to the
teacher for assistance, and are reminded
that it is not proper to ask questions, as
there is a large class reciting, and that
they ought to wait until speaking recess.
That causes them to think that there is
net much chance for them to get assist
ance, and consequently they soon cease
to study, and think they should like to go
out or get a drink ; but are again remin
ded of speaking recess, at which time
they well know they are not permitted to
to out, and not until half of the three
hours has expired. The li:ne nccessari-j
ly passes heavily, unless the teacher has
the faculty of amusing and instructing at;
the same time ; which is seldom the case.
The one that can amuse is generally more
successful in securing the good will of
both parents and children than those who
exert themselves to the utmost of their
ability to advance the scholars placed
under their charge.
We are often told that habits formed in
our youth will influence our life-time ; if
so, how careful ought wc to be of the
children placed under our care ! A child
should be taught to be neat and tidy in
everything ; but in a dirty school-room,
it will be of little use to preach and not
practice, for it is not safe to wear any ar
tie'e of dress that washing will injure, as
by the time sixty or seventy scholars are
seated it is easy to perceive quite a dust;
has been raised.
If the parents and guardians of our
children wonld condescend to visit us a
little oftencr, they could not fail to notice
some of the disadvantages that both te ich
ers and scholars necessarily labor under
at the present time.
But trusting that " a good time is com
ing," when our school. rooms shall be re
fitted, cleansed and made to look inviting,
we will labor on, and endeavor to do our
duties, as they are made known to us,
knowing that in due time wc shall reap
our rewards. B.
Womes never appeared up n the s'age
among the ancients. Their parts were
represented by men until as Lie as 1 665,
when Charles II. first encouraged the
appearance of women before the public.
Tub first balloon was constructed at
Paris by M M. Mon'golfier, in 1783,
when Roxier and the Marquis d' Arladiles
ascended, after whL-h numerous ascents
following, many of which proved fatal.
Bowling is an old English jiame, and
was very common as carlj as thn thir
teenth century. Charles I. played at it,
and it was a da ly sport of Charles II. at
Tunbri 'ge.
PLEASANT SCHOLL ROOMS. BY A TEACHER. for the farmer.
THE ONE ACRE FARM.
A CURE FOR HARD TIMES.
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'How m'jeh. land have you got here in
your lot, Mr. Briggs 1"
" I have one acre."
" One acra ! and here you are taking
three agricultural papers ; and all because
you have one acre of ground ! Flow many
such papers would you have to take if
you had a hundred acres ?"
" I shouldn't probably need any more
than I do now ; you know, Mr. Chap
man, a man can 'go through all the mo
lions' as wjll on one acre as on a hun
dred." " A man can throw away money with
out any if he has a mind to. For all the
good you get from those periodicals, you
might as well, probably, throw the money
they cost into the fire, they are nothing
but humbugs."
I pay in all only eight dollars."
" Eight doll irs ! enough to buy a ' tip
top' barrel of flour, and a leg of bacon ;
then if you read these periodicals, there
is twice the amoint of the money spent
in time, reading them."
" I do usually read or hear read almost
every word there is in them ; my boys
and I take turns in reading, and one reads
aloud while the rest work."
" Complete nonsense ! no wonder your
shop don't turn out any more boots in a
day than it does."
" Perhaps wa don't do as great day's
woiks, some days, as some of our neigh
bors ; but I guesi that in the course of
the year, wc turn out as many according
to the hands employed as most do."
'I suppose it is out of these publications
you get your foolish notions about so
many kinds of fruit trees. One of my
boys came home a while ago and said
Mr. Briggs had got lots of fruit trees and
such things, that cost, I don't know how
much, and want3d me to buy somo grape
vines, pear trees, and soon. I told him
it was all foolishness, and not to let me
hear abiut spending money so foolishly.
"You have, I dare say, laid out ten or
fifteen dollars this spring."
" Yes, nearly as much again ; I have
laid out twenty-five dollars for trees and
garden fruits."
" Twenty five dollars ! I wonder you
are not on the town, or in j ail at least, be
fore now."
" I am not afraid of either. I'll bet
you the twenty-five dollars, I'll sell you
that amount of fruit from those things for
which I paid the twenty-five dollars, in
live years."
"Done ! I'll stand you ; so your trees
will cost you fifty dollars sure, in money,
besides the time thrown away in setting
them out and taking care of them."
"As for the time spent in setting them
out, or taking care of them, it is as good
exercise as playing ball, wicket, or any
thing else. While we were siting them
out, one of your boys came to get my
boys to go over to Mr. Moody's, where he
said there was to be a great ti ne playing
ball; and I have no doubt your boys
spend just as much time playing as mine
do witli our trees and so forth ; and then
something is done, but in playing, the
strength is all laid out for nothing."
" Well, it don't cost anything to play
ball, but trees cost money."
The foregoing conversation occurred in
the shop between two neighbors, both
boot-makers, in a town not more than
twenty miles from Boston.
Mr. Briggs, in whose shop the conver
sation took place, was a man of more
than ordinary intelligence foronAJof his
advantages and circumstances in life.
He had been a poor boy, and by industry
observation and economy, had worked
his way on in life, and reared and well
educated a family of children, who, like
himself, were industrious and steady.
For the few years past, he had become
interested in horticulture, and both for ex
ercise and amusement, had turned his at
tention to cultivating his 'one acre farm.'
His attention was first called to this, by
a "back num!ier"of the Sew England ,
fanner, whicn was put round some
things bought at the store. Mr. Briggs
found this so interesting that he purchastd
another at the periodical depot, and then
he became a regular subscriber. His
sons soon became interested in the same
direction, and the interest of the father
and sons increased to the pitch indicated
in the foregoing conversation.
In time, every inch of the acre of;
ground was brought under the spado, and j
a I most every 'best' variety of fruit had a
place there, and the father and sons found
pleasure and profit in the g.irden afier be
ing cooped up in the shop till the "stent''
was done, and the exercis; was far more j
profitable than the spasmodic violent ex
ercise taken in games.
Mr. Chapman, the other neighbor, was
a man of the "common stamp." He look
ed upon everything n w or uncommon as
'folly' and 'nonsense, and was ready to
.sneer at every one who stepped aside
from the common track. It I nked sim
ply silly to him to see a man stay at
home from " muster," or "training," or
"shows," and spend his time in cultiva
ting a garden ; or instead of loitering
away the evening at the store, smoking,
and hearing or telling a deal of nothing
or worse, to spend ths evening at home,
reading such nonsense as the Farmer and
SbrticullurUt afford.
Years pass, and Mr. Briggs "one acre
farm" shows that he and his boys have
not read " the papers" in vain. They
have learned how to set out a tree, and
how to take care of it after it was set out.
Everything showed it received the right
kind of food and care, and straightway
began to bring fdrth fruit meet for good
cultivation. In a short time the wants of
the the family were more than supp!iedt
and the surplus found a ready market
with the neighbors at good prices.
Tnose early apples, so rich and tempt
ing, when all other apples were so green
and hard! and. then such pears; they
went as fast as the sun and house could
ripen them, at three, four and five cents
a piece. . Then such rich, ripe grapes
too tempting for the coldest to pass with
out a watering mouth. Mr. Chapman's
family were almost the best customers for
the tempting fruit first having learned
their eX3ellence by the liberality of Mr.
Briggs, who never failed to send a speci
men of his best fruit to his neighbor.
The fifth season came. It was a fruit
ful year. Apple, pear, peach, plum, and
all other trees were loaded with fruit.
Keeping in mini his conversation with
Mr. Chapman, Mr. Briggs had directed
his family to set down every cent's worth
of frutt sold to Mr. Chapman or his fami
ly. This year, as it happened, was a
year of "extreme hard times." The boot
business was at its worst ebb ; little work
and low wages and yet the price of
every ki id of prbvisions were up to the
highest notch, and money extremely tight.
But there was one family that did not
seem to be in the least affected by the
hard time3, low prices of labor, high
prices of provisions, or the scarcity of
money. Mr. Briggs and his two oldest
sons, all had a little change to let on
short time " with interest" to their needy
neighbors.
One day Mr. Chapman, who was short,
applied to Mr. Briggs for a " half" for a
"quarter," meaning fifty dollars for three
months.
"Yes," said Mr. Briggs, " I have a
'half or a 'whole,' just as you like."
"What, a hundred dollars by you these
times ? I don't see how it comes. You
and your boys don't work any harder
than I and my boys do, and we can hard
lv get along , we are as saving and pinch
ing as can be, too ; times are so dreadful
hard, and everything a family has to buy
is so dreadful high, and wages so low;
potatoes, a dollar a bushel, beef fifteen
cents a pound, pork, sixteen cents, eggs,
twenty-five cents a dozen, and flour, ten
or twelve dollars a barrel. How can a
man live ?"
" It wont be hardly fair for mo to ask
you for that twenty-five dollars now, will
ill"
"Twenty-five dollars ? What do you
mean ? I don't understand you ?"
4 Don't you recollect we had a bet be
tween us about the price of some fruit
trees I bought five years ago next spring?"
" Ah ! I do remember something about
it. You were to give me twenty-five dol
lars if you didn't get your twenty-five
dollars back from me for the products of
these trees and things! It will come
very handy just now."
" Doa't be too fast, neighbor ? I am
afraid it wont come very handy just now.
That was what I was dunning you for,
that twenty five dollars !"
" What, yrtu don't pretend to say we
have had twenty-five dollars worth of
stuff from your garden."
"More than that from that very twenty,
five dollars' worth of trees and other
thiii"s! Here is an account of every
thing that you have bought and paid for.
0f courso it don't include what I have
sent you gratis.
" And you have certainly not been I
stiii"y. Why the bill amounts to thirty
seven dollars ! is it possible !"
" It is just so ; you have had over
twenty bushels of apples, and three bush
els of pears, and these alone come to
twenty-five u'o'lars."
" I own up the ' corn ;' draw the note
for seventy-five.'
No, I guess we will let the twenty-
five go ; I only mentioned it to show you
there may be good sense in new things
sometimes. Now I will bet the twenty-
five dollars over again, that my store bill
has not been half as large the pastseason
as yours, though I have had one more in
my family."
" U I had not been so badly takeu in
before, I would stan.d you ; hut I guess it
wont be i-afe."
" We have raised our own potatoea,
corn, peas, beans, and all cher garden
vegetables. Our eggs are always fresh,
and in abundance from the nest ; and for
more than two years we have not been
without ripe fresh fruit."
" Well, I declare, that is something I
never thought of ; but it takes so much,
limo and b rther to get these things started
then it is an everlasting job tj take care
ofthein!"
- It needs no more time and money
than you throw away on things that
amount to nothing at all ; and an
abundano of fruit will save the expense
of a he ivy meat bill, which is not healthy
in warm weather. No doctor has bee
called to set foot into my door for over
four years past. Fresh ripe fruits are
ure remedies for all ailments, and they
are not hard to take."
Mr. Chapman put the " fifty" into his
" waazI-skin," and left with a " flea ia
his ear." .ew Eng'and Farmer.
"Djes your son play Eucirtt" said
a gentleman to Mrs. Partington, on see
ing Ikey enter with a pack of cards ia
his hand.
La sakes, " answered the old lady,
looking over her spectacles, "Ikey don't
play the Pianny, but I shouldn't won
der if he could whistle it. " " Ikey, put
up those wicked cards and whistle Euchre
for the gentleman. "
" I can't said the young hopeful.
" It is strange how that boy has regt
eratedlixiely, " and taking upher knitting
work she commenced to knit in a dejected
manner.
" Don't you feel well, mother 1"
" No my son, I do not feel well ; I am
digested with the immortality of the young
folks now.a-days, " upon which Ike
brought the camphor-bottle to tbe good
old lady.
Ah," saidshr?, "Ikey, you are 039
of Job's counter ftitei $. "
Ait Excess of Happiness. An old
lady, whilo indulging, a few evenings
since, ia reminiscences of hjr girlhood,
when she had lots of beaux, exctaimed,
" why the truth is, that at one time I
was so happy that I was fairly uncom
fortable ! ' .
Ax Incident. A la ly entered a dry
goods store in street, and expressed
a desire to see some wool Da Laines.
The polite clerk, wilh elegant address
showed her a variety of pieces of fine
texture and choice coloring. After toss
ing and examining to her heart's content,
she observed, " the goods are part cotton,
sir. " " My dear madam, " returned
the shopman, " these goods are as free
from cotton as your breast is " (the
lady stares) "free from guile," he added.
The editor of the Memphis (Tenn.)
Eagle has been shown a ring, which
was purchased in St. Augustine, Florida,
in the year 1733, now nearly one hun.
dred years ago. In the meantime it has
served as a pledge of love in four en
gagements. Ix Buffalo, a lady has hung out her
"shingle " with the following announce
ment : " Notis I ar got sum nit arti.
cles fur sail such as kr ackers, kandles,
kuphy cups, sorces, and many other ar
tiecles to numerous to menshun awl cell
ing cheap. P. S Beens bort here by
the kwort or boushel."
Reason gives its suffrage to the truths
which revelation has discovered. But it
is our mistake to think, that because rea
son confirms them to us, that we had the
first certain knowledge of them from
thence, and iu that clear evidence where
in we now possess them. Mr. Ldkt.
PaAisi.ia Goo sr Steam. The bel
lows of the great organ in Tremont Tem
ple, Boston, is worked by steam. So we
Yankees are go ng to be relieved of the
work of praising God. We have sot
even to turn a crank to grind out oar
praise, but invoke the aid of steam pow
er. What would Fulton say could he
look into the Temple, and see that ths
veritable steam wilh which he propelled
his boat up the North River, it employed
to drive an organ in praise ol God ? The
time is not far distant when we shall
have miniature organs attaehed to tea
kettles, and boil tea to the tune of Yan
kee Doodl .
Served him right, however.. There
was great excitement in Wall street' to
day, in consequence of the reported ex
pulsion of a member of the board of bro
kers, this forenoon. We withhold tha
gentleman's name, and are not prepared
to say what effect his crimes may have
upon the price of shares. It is reported
that he proposed to the board the follow
ing conundrum : "Why are amateur fish
ermen visiting Long Island shore like the
allied armies ? Answer. Because they
want Sea-las to pull." (Sebastopol.)
The offt-nder put the probity and other
well-kro vn virtues of the board to a se,
vcre test. If he was expelled, it served
him right. JV. T. Commercial Advtrtiitr.

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