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STYLES OF GREETING.
How do you do That's English
and American. How do you carry
yourself?" That's French. "Howdo
you stand?" That's Italian.
do you find yourself V' That's German
"How do you fare?" That's Dutch.
How can you That's Swedish.
How do you perspire That's Egyp
tian. How is your stomach Have
you eaten your rice That's Chinese.
How do you hare yourself?" That's
Polish. How do you live on
That's Russian. May thy shadow
never be less That's Persian—and
all mean much the same thins
Botanists term a bright, blue-eyed
flower "Forget-me-not," but every
heart has its own "Forget-me-not."
To the cold, weary-hearted statesman,
who has climbed fame's dizzy height,
the simple white rose recalls the bush
that grew by his father's door, and his
heart feels the old thrill as he remem
bers the buds that he culled and
fastened in Jessie's curls. Some of the
greatest minds of earth have felt the
influence of these memory keys.
Napoleon often spoke tenderly of his
father's garden in Corsica. The Medi
an Queen of Nebuohadnezzar pined so
sadly for the hills and flowers of her
ohildhood's home, that the hanging
gardens of Babylon were reared to com
fort her. A geranium always bloomed
in the library of the great statesman
Fox it had been his mother's favorite
flower. Pope, when almost crazed by
the keen shafts of Lady Mary and Lord
Harvey, would retire to his seat near a
violet bed. When a leved and loving
child, one corner in his tiny garden
was appropiated to violets.—Old
To slake man's thirst the rock is cleft,
and cool waters leap into this brimming
oup. To feed his hunger the fields bow
down with bending wheat and the
cattle come down with full udders from
the clover pastures to give him milk
and the orchards yellow and ripen, cast
ing their juicy fruits into his lap.
Alas! that amid such exuberance of
blessing, man should growl as though
he were a soldier on half rations, or a
sailor on short allowance that a man
should stand neck-deep in harvest look
ing forward to famine that one should
feel the strong pulses of health, march
ing with regular tread through all the
avenues of life, and yet tremble at the
expected assault of sickness that a man
should sit in his pleasant home, fearful
that ruthless want will some day rattle
the broken window-sash with tempest,
and sweep the coals from the hearth,
and pour hunger into the bread-tray
that a man fed by Him who owns all
the harvests should expect to starve
that one whom God loves and surrounds
with benediction, and attends with an
gelic escort, and hovers over with more
than motherly fondness, should be look
ing for a heritage of tears! Has God
been hard with thee that thou shouldst
be foreboding? Has he covered thee
with the rags Has he spread traps
for thy feet, and galled thy cup, and
rasped thy soul, and wrecked thee with
storm, and thundered upon thee with a
life full of calamity If your father or
brother come into your bank where gold
and silver are lying about, you do not
watch them, for you know they are
holiest but if an entire stranger come
by the safe, you keep your eye on him,
»for you do not know his designs. So
some men treat God not as a father,
but a stranger, and act suspiciously
toward him, as though .they were
afraid he would steal something. It is
high time you began to thank God for
present blessings. Thank him for your
children, happy, buoyant, and bounding.
Praise him for your home, with its
fountain of song and laughter. Adore
him (or morning light and evening
shadow. Praise him for fresh, cool
water, bubbling from the rock, leaping
in the cascade, soaring in the mist, fall
ing in the shower, dashing against the
roek, and clapping its hands in the tem
pest. Love him for the grass that
cushions the earth, and the clouds that
curtain the sky, and the foliage that
waves in the forest. Thank him for a
Bible to read, and across to gaze upon,*
and a Savior to deliver—Rev. T. D.
WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH
From the Christian Standard.
Bring them up in the way they
Give them a good substantial, com
mon school education.
Teach them how to cook a good
meal of victuals.
Teach them how to wash and iron
Teach them how to darn their own
stockings and sew on buttons.
Teach them to make their own
Teach them to make shirts.
Teach them to make bread.
Teach them all the mysteries of the
kitchen, the dining-room and the
Teach them that a dollar is only a
Teach them that the more they live
within their income the more they will
Teach them that the further they
live beyond their income, the nearer
they get to the poor-house.
Teaoh them to wear calico dresses,
and do it like a queen.
Teach them that a good, round rosy
romp is worth fifty delicate consump
Teach them to wear thick, warm
Teach them to do the marketing for
Teach them to foot up store bills.
Teach them that God made them in
his own image, and that no amount of
tight lacing will improve the model.
Teach them every day, hard prac
tical common sense.
Teach them self-reliance.
Teach them that a arood, steady farm
er or greasy mechanic, without a cent,
is worth a dozen oil-pated loafers in
Teach them to have nothing to do
with intemperate and dissolute young
Teach them to climb apple-trees, go
fishing, cultivate a garden, drive road
team ^r farm wagon.
Teach them the accomplishments—
music, drawing, painting—if you have
the time and money to do it with.
Teach them not to use paint or pow
Teach them not to wear false hair.
Teach them to say no, and mean it
or yes, and stick to it.
Teach them to regard the morals,
not the money of the beaux.
Teach them the essentials of life—
truth, honesty, uprightness—then at
a sutiable time let them marry.
Rely upon it, that upon your teach
ing depends in a great ^measure the
weal or woe of their after life.
MISS NAPIER'S DOG.
The December number of CornhUl
Magazine has an interesting anecdote
related of a large dog kept in Algiers
by Miss Emily Napier, daughter of Sir
William Napier. This dog was sent
every morning to fetch bread from the
baker's, and regularly brought home
twelve rolls in a basket. At last it
was observed that for several mornings
there were only eleven rolls in the bas
ket and on watching the dog he was
found to stop on his way and bestow
one roll on a poor, sick and starving
lady-dog, hidden, with her puppies, in
a corner, on the road from the shop.
The baker was instructed to put thir
teen rolls in the basket, after which the
dog delivered the twelve faithfully for
a few days, and then left all the thir
teen in the basket—the token, as it
proved, that his sick friend was con
valescent, and able to dispense with his
LITTLE BERTIE, four years old, is
something of a gourmet. At family
prayers, not long ago, when all were
repeating the Lord's Prayer in chorus, he
added to the petitions and asked, as
earnestly as possible, "tiive us this day
our daily bread and meat and pertaters
DUE YOOTG PATRONS.
LISTEN TO THE KITCHEN
The following poem from a juvenile
book, eutitled Aunt Effie's Rhymes,"
has in it a fine moral for our young
readers. It teaches-us to be "patient,"
"truthful," "active," and "obliging
and now let us read the poem
Listen to the kitchen clock!
To itself it ever talks.
From its place it never walks
Tell me whatjt says.
I'm a very patient clock,
Never moved by hope or fear,
Though I've stood for many a year
That is what it says.
I'm a very truthful clock
People say about the place,
Truth is written on my face
That is what it says.
I very active clock
For I go while you're asleep,
Though you never take a peep
That is what it says.
I'm a most obliging clock
If you wish to hear me strike,
You may do it when you like
That is what it says.
What a talkative old clock
Let us see what it will do
When the pointer reachestwo,
That is what it says.
A PUGNACIOUS RAM.
A looking-glass will often deceive
eats and birds for hours together, and
lead them to amusing efforts to find
their new friends. But an amusing
event oeeurred in Lexington, Ky., that
shows that rams cannot be indulged in
A flock of sheep were going along
the street in one direction, and a drove
of cattle in another. The latter so dis
concerted the former as to drive them
in every direction. This disturbance
greatly aroused the combative propen
sities of a sturdy ram that had strayed
on to the sidewalk, and had his atten
tion momentarily attracted by certain
varieties in the windows, at which we
stay suppose he looked very sheepishly.
Passing by glass door, he espied his
own reflection in the glass, and not be
ing well posted in optics, he imagined
that some other rascally ram had placed
himself there in a belligerent attitude.
This was too much tor his proud spirit,
and, collecting all his physical force he
made a desperate leap, with the inten
tion of butting out the brains of his an
tagonist. He dashed through the glass
at one bound, and alighted in the store,
the glass offering no resistance to his
hardy head. The reader can imagine
how the parties were surprised at the
abrupt arrival of such a strange custo
mer. But the people outside were at
first not less surprised te conceive the
cause that prompted the Animal to per
form such a gymnastic feal without any
A Bit of Advice for Boys.—When I
was about six years old, one morning,
going to school, a ground squirrel ran
into its hole before me. I thought now
I will have fine fun. As there was a
stream of water just at hand, I thought
I would pour water into the hole till it
would be full, and when the little fellow
put up his head I was going to kill
him. I got a trough from behind a
sugar-maple, and was soon pouring the
water in on the poor squirrel. I could
hear it struggling to get up, and said,
O, my little fellow, I'll soon have you
now." Just then I heard a voice be
hind me. Well, my boy, what have
you got in there I turned, and saw
a good old man, with long, white locks,
who had seen sixty winters. Why,"
said I, I have a ground-squirrel in
here and am going to drown him out."
When I was a little boy," said he,
more than fifty years ago, I was en
gaged one day just as you are, drowning
a squirrel, and an old man like me came
along and said to me, You are a little
boy now, if you were down in a nar
row hole like that and I should come
along and pour water down on you to
drown you, would you think I was do
ing as I'd be done by God made that
little squirrel, and life is as sweet to it
as it is to you, and why will you torture
to death an innocent little creature that
God has made?" Said he, I have
never forgotten that, and never shall
I have never killed any harmless crea
ture for fun since and now, my dear
boy, I want you to remember this while
you live, an*d when tempted to kill an
other poor little innocent animal or bird,
think of this and mind, God don't al
low us to kill his pretty little creatures
More than forty years have passed
since and I never forgot what the good
man said, nor have I killed the least
animal for fun since. Now, you see, it
is ninety years since this advice was
first given, and it has not lost its influ
HOW A CUNNING FOX MAN
AGED TO GET THE MILK.
A tame fox, that was kept in a stable
yard, was on very friendly terms with
several of the dogs, but he could never
induce any of the cats to come near him.
Cats have a very keen smell, and the
odor arising from the fox was displeas
ing to them they would not walk on
any spot where he bad been standing,
and kept at as great a distance from
him as possible. The fox soon saw the
distaste of the cats to his company so
he made use of his knowledge to cheat
them out of their breakfasts. As soon
as their allowance of milk was poured
out, he would run to the spot and walk
around the saucer, knowing that none
of the cats would approach'the defiled
place. Day after day were the cats de
prived of their milk, but the trick of
the fox having been discovered, it was
removed to some place where he could
not get it. The fox not liking to be
deprived of his morning draught, fell
upon another plan of obtaining it. The
dairy-maid was in the habit of passing
through the yard where the fox was, so
he managed to go up to her and brush
himself against one of the pails the
milk was immediately so tainted with
the smell of the fox, that the dairy-maid
did not venture to take it into the house
so she poured it out into a vessel and
gave it to the cunning animal. He re
peated this several times with success
but when the spoiled milk was given to
the pigs, he left off troubling himself
Most American children—at least,
those who have been to district schools
in the country,—have pleasant recol
lections of spelling-matches. They
occasion great excitement, and furnish
much sport in the neighborhood.
When held in the evening in the
school house, a great crowd gathers,
and the good spellers enjoy their
laurels. Horace Greeley, in his au
tobiography, tells of his early feats in
these trials of skill, and of the fame he
acquired when scarcely out of the
I was first sent to school," he says,
when just three years old and if you
should ever happen to pass through
the High Range of Londonderry,
near, an old weather-beaten school
house, which was red thirty years ago,
you can easily pick up some monstrous
exaggeration of my infantile achieve
ments as a scholar. Spelling was my
forte, as is natural for a child of tena
cious memory and#no judgment and
I recollect that it used to be the cus
tom that the head of the first class and
the next should choose sides for a
spelling-mateh' once a week or so.
Now, I could spell well enough to be
'head' among thirty or forty num
skulls, whose incapacity of learning to
spell is even now a puzzle to me but
I had not wit enough to choose good
spellers. On the contrary, I would
choose little children, my playmates,
who could not spell at all. After
patience and counsel had both been ex
hausted, it was found necessary to
break the old rule, and let the two
next choose sides. Some of these spell
ing-matches were held in the evening,
and it was dificult to keep such a baby
as I awake. When the word came to me
I had to be waked up to spell it and
I have lately found a story quite cur
rent that I could and did spell just as
well asleep as awake.
THERE is but one guide-board in the
whole State of Rhode Island, and that
points the wrong way—and if a man
asks directions they set dogs on him.
DRY GOODS, NOTIONS, HATS, CAPS.
BOOTS, SHOES, &c,
Masonic Block. Corner of Bush and
RED WING, MINN.
A E S
One door from Main street, formerly known as
PHOTOGRAPHS, REMBRANDTS, GEMS,
FERROTYPES, &c, &o.
Groups of any number successfully taken. All the
Negatires preserved. Special attention paid to Chil
dren. MISS B. R. 8PRAKK.
Also Agency for Singer's New Family Sawing
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
NDREWS & ROBINSON,
WHOLHALI AND BBtAIL 1 A IR
HATS, CAPS, PURS,
No, 7 East Third street, between Main and Centre,
J. C. ROBINSON, 451 and 453 Broadway, N. Y.
J. H. LELAND, Proprietor.
This House has recently been newly furnished and
re-fitted throughout, and now affords Excellent Ac
commodations at Reasonable Rates.
Good Stabling in connection with the Route.
B. BUFFUM & CO.,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
Buffum'* Block. Cor. Third and Marin
M. B. BUFFOX.
C. B. 3H*rA&D. C. H. Camnnas
Red Wing, M/ineaota.
HARDWARE, STOVES, TIN PLATE, SHEET IRON,
COPPER BOTTOMS, IRON, STEEL,
Manufacturer of Copper, Tin and Sheet Ironware,
Agent for Fairbanks' Scales.
46 A N 4S EAST SECOND STREET.
WOT TO E UlffPEm»OM».
r£ SHELDON & CO.,
STORAGE, FORWARDING AND
AgenU American Express Company.
Keep constantly on hand a full supply of
SALT, COAL, LIME AND CEMENT.
Warehouse, Corner of Plumb and ftevee streets,
Red Wing, Minnesota.
-w H. BCPDOETT.
Sept. 15th, 1873.
Corner of Main and Plumb Streets,
Red Wing, Minnesota,
JONES & MOORE,
And Dealers in
Wish to draw the ATTENTION of their friend* *y
the fact that they are doing a large business in their
ROLLING STONE, Winona county,
ShopVbas just optsacr.in,
A New Merchant Tailor'*
„£S£eJ2Sil- *2? *,$?
GOODS, and see what a
GOOD FIT the Clothing line yon can get.
T. S. LOYD,
Red Wing, Minnesota.
^TICHMAN & BLAKELY,
DR GOODS O E I E S
CLOTHING, HATS, AND CAPS,
CROCKERY, BOOTS, AN©
SHOES, Ac, &o.,
Opposite Post Offlce, Red Wing, Minnesota,