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Um 3HT "Eaton iJEMOGRATi eek LY . 1 . , , ,. , , . . i. , ..,r i- . . L. G. GOULD, Publisher. ; "Devoted to the Interests of the Democratic Party, and the Collection of Local ani General News. Two Dollars per Annum, in Advance, VOL. V.-NO. 28. " EATON, OHIO, THURSDAY, APRIL 11, 1872. WHOLE NUMBER 259. ' Ten Years of Silence. BY HOWARD GLYNDON. Oh 1 It is not often I dare to tbink Of the one bright spot in my buried past, standing out io sach bright relief From the dimming shadows by Memory oast. Twenty yean old to-day I Ah. wall 4 Ten nave wrapped me in silenoe about Since this terrible canker upon me fell. And the music of my life went outl Ten Ions years and nerer a soand To startle the stillness out of my life I Velvety muffled, its wheels go round. Noiseless, forever, in joy or strife, Onee, I thought my mother's voice Floated across the death-still blank And my heart was astir but it died away. Poorheartl how it fluttered, and hopeless sank t r . Sometimes my little sister comes. With a pitying look in her soft blue eyes, Murmuring words that I cannot hear. Hew she stirs the olden memories I She wonders to see the tears that fall . Like Summer showers, upon her brow ; lis hard to think of what has been. When life is so different for me now ! God of the Silent 1 I cry at the door. That the path is too 'straight for my feet to dread: Tet I know whose footsteps have gone before. Though the human is stubborn of heart and head. Oh t let the blessing of Patience oome down To ease my passionate soul of its pain I Let it shine on my brow like a martyr's crown! Oh I give me the sunshine after the rain 1 Common Things. BY SAMUEL W. DUFFIELD. The bee from the clover bloom f Is ready to lift his wings; J found him gathering honey J Out of the oommon things. The bird to the maple bough kThe twigs and the stubble brings : e is building bis love a cottage r Out of the common things. The poet sits by himself I W hat do you think he sings T . TTothing I He gets no music V Out of the oommon things I .J-..-.. Soribntr't for April. . - mm AUNT JUDITH'S GENERAL. My name is Dorinda, and 1 vised to live until quite lately with papa, in such a lore of a villa overlooking the bay. It was perfectly beautiful, it was bo covered with roses and clematis, and the croquet lawn was just perfect 1 and I ought to have ' been completely happy, only for two 'things, the caterpillars and Aunt Judith, who Kept house tor us 1 mean auntie, not the caterpillars, for the nasty things went away in winter, but auntie never did, and never had neuralgia, or any thine that might have kept her in her t room, like other old ladies, and it 11 J 1 . 1 i . . - was reaiiy ckresuiui i uve ner slicing nip quite straight, and never even dozing, nd looking squarely at dear Vincent and me the whole time. It wasn't so bad in the summer,' for then we could go out and play croquet, and as auntie was dreadfully nervous about the caterpillars sticking to her hair, she could only sit in the window ana Keep a steady aye on us tnrongh a lorgnette she kept for the purpose. "I have no opinion of engaged peo ple .philandering," she would say when dear papa would beg her to leave off wakening ; io my young aays sucn a thing was not thought of : and really. Reuben, I could not rest in my grave if 1 failed in my duty to that silly little Dorinda, and I must own that I don't trust, sleepy-looking young men with black imperials." Poor dear Vincent is a large, stout fel low,1" as dark and indolent-looking as a Spaniard, but dear me, he is quite dread ful when any one rouses him. Isn't it queer that such a great tall dark man should fancy such a little white thine as I am? . "Why, I don't reach within - half a head of his shoulder, lie says I look beside him like a rose leaf blown against a great black bear. Isn't that sweet? . It used to vex me dreadfullv the way auntie would abuse him and snap at him ; not that he minded a bit, but he didn't like to see me unhappy. You see we oould not end it all by getting married directly like other young people, for Vinceat was not to come into his property until he should be twentv-five. And we had a whole year to wait before that ; so one evening when Vincent -came and found me crying on account of things Aunt Judith had been saying. he got in such a tage that I nearly went into Hysterica directly.' I recollect I had on my white grena dine with the pale blue stripes, and he crumpled all the frills dreadfully when he put his arm round my waist to soothe me, and I recollect I nearly fainted when Aunt Judith came softly behind us and said : " Come in directly, Dorinda"; the dew is falling. Qood evening, Mr. Black thorpe; aome people might have more consideration than to keep a delicate thing like my niece out in the damp, Ahem." " I should think the evening air far worse for old people," said Vincent, look ing hard at auntie, who dressed very young, and only admitted to thirty-five. when every one knows poor grandma died forty years ago when Aunt Judith was a great girl of ten. vl had to cram my handkerchief into my mouth, though I was horribly fright- enea, Dut i squeezea Vincents arm wsrningly, and on -my account he left off, and Aunt Judith sailed into the house, her curls quivering with rage, and presently we heard her through the cur tains rating poor papa soundly for allow ing our engagement to go on, and I very nearly-cried again. -- - " I tell you, Dora," said Vincent, pat ting my head kindly, " see if I don't put a sudden stop to that woman s interfer ence. I'm a lazy fellow generally, but can be energetic when I'm roused There! don't cry any more, darling. By the bye. I didn't tell you of that Rus sian friend of my poor father's, who has just oome on a visit to New York ? I'm going to bring him with me to-morrow, li a may. The novel idea of seeing a real live Russian banished auntie from my head. and it was quite supper-time before we went into the drawing-room : and. must say, Vincent behaved beautifully, 'He told such funny anecdotes about his friend, General Kyncheloff, that Aunt Judith bode him eood sight quite era ciously, and papa told him to bring his friend to dinner the following day, which Vincent promised to do. I must say auntie spent a long time dressing the next afternoon, and she ac tually 'called me into her room to dress her 'front like mine all frizzed, you know, on the forehead, with little rings of "hair here and there, like the King Charles pictures that are so pretty ; and then she sent me to the conservatory to get a white camelia to finish her coil- fure with, and then turned me out of the room while she attended to her complexion; so I went down to the rawmg-room, wnere i touna Vincent and the General, a short, Btout man, with very red, puffy cheeks, very white hair, a long iron-gray mustache turned up quite savagely at the ends, and a huge pair of green goggles. tie wore a rrogeea, tignt-ntting coat, and military boots, and bowed nearly to the ground when Vincent introduced us. lie spoKe r,nzli8h a little stimy ana a curiously high-pitched voice, but quite correctly. He appeared to be a man of extensive reading, and after giv ing me an account of the dress of the Russian peasants, he was informing me that his intentions in visiting America were nearly altogether matrimonial, he had heard so much of the beauty of the ladies of our country, when the door 1 , 1 i T I'll - 1 1 opened ana Auni j uuiui, in roe-coioreu grenadine and her newly arranged wig, glided in, her hands, despite th- horror of caterpillars, lull ot roses, ana a sweet smile displaying her admirable false teeth. I was afraid to look at Vincent as he went through the ceremony of intro ducing the pair; but when we were again seated, l glanced hurriedly at him and found his face so perfectly grave that I took courage and joined in the conversation ; and presently, when papa came in, I strolled out on the lawn, and Vincent followed me, where we had a nice little chat until dinner was ready. I never thought before what a clever creature he was until I found how de lightful it was to be able to stroll about and sit beside each other without Aunt Judith's eyes being on us. 1 was quite surprised at the sudden way the General seemed to devote him self to her. He came every day with Vinoent, and while the latter and I a on the veranda, Aunt Judith and the General sat in the drawing-room play ing chess or conversing in low tones; and once, coining in suddenly, I was perfectly certain that I saw the General squeezing her hand across the table. he began to drop strange hints about the court of Russia, and the necessity she felt for . studying the etiquette ob served there, and from a recipe dictated to her by him, she attempted the manu facture of the national kevass ; but I don't think the general could have given it correctly, for it turned out exactly like ginger cordial, and they used . to drink a great deal of it out of tall liqueur-glasses. He used to give her lessons in the language, too, at first ; but I think he found it easier to make her comprehend his sentiments in Eng lish tban in Russian. He brought her a pair of curious skates turned up at the toes, and ne said snating was a lavorite amusement with the Russian ladies, and he offered to procure her a young bear, very favorite pet with his country women, he asserted. But I was so hor ribly frightened at the mere idea, that Vincent told him him he must not dieam of it, and I think Aunt Judith was secretly rejoiced, though she had already commenced a gay bead-collar tor the horrid creature. We had such a pleasant time, Vincent and I, and I was really horrified when the general announced that he was going away for a time ; and Aunt Judith pro ceeded to make a fresh supply of ke vass, and a quantity of gingerbread- nuts, ot which the general as extremely iond, in order to furnish him with tou veniri of herself during the journey. . About this time Vincent became very restless, and I frequently noticed the fat little general and him in frequent con versation, and at length I made up my mind to make Vincent tell me all about what was going oq : so, one evening when 1 bad rust nnisned sing his lavor ite song, and he looked very lazy and good-natured, I tried to coax him into telling me; but he opened his sleepy eyes very wide, and said I was " a sus picious little puss," and that 1 was quite mistaken in thinking there was any thing up, and of course I pretended to believe him; but 1 made up my mind to hnd out lor myself all about it. Auntie had gone to town early in the afternoon in my pony carriage which she always called a droschki now and presently I saw it coming up the drive in the moonlight, and if there wasn't the general beside her, with his head quite close to her bonnet. I pretended not to see that, though, when 1 ran out to pat Airy and I1 airy; but the moon light was auite bright enough to show me that auntie's rouge looked just a tiny bit deeper than usual, and her manner was extremely gracious as the fussy little general helped her out ot the carriage Alter dinner thev nlaved chess and drunk kevass as usual, while papa read the papers, and dozed in bis armchair, Vincent and the general left early, and auntie immediately went to bed, leaving papa and I tete-a-tete; and, for the first time, I noticed that the poor dear looked quite worn and anxious, and really the way he bade me good-night Inghtened me horribly. "Dora, my- child," he said, as he lighted my lamp for me, "may I beg of you, if you hear any strange noise in the house to-night, that you won't come out of your-.ooml 11," he continued, look ing at me with tears in his dear, round eyes, " you should hear a a pistol-shot or two, don't be alarmed, but just lancy you re dreaming, and go to sleep again like a good little girl ; or, it you can quite manage that, don't forget to put on your flannel dressing-gown, as the passages are cold at night ; and, above all, don't waken your aunt. She's woman of gigantic intellect, but apt to be faintish ; and, for a slender, spiritual woman, she's uncommonly heavy to lift 1 suppose it's the bone and the brain Besides, Dora, I suspect mind, only suspect that your aunt Judith's com plexion is owing to excitement, and that perhaps it isn't quite as rosy at night when the stimulus of pleasant society is removed ; and she mightn't like strangers to see her en deshabUity, as the general says. I think I'll just turn the key in the door after she's asleep, and then she'll have a quiet spot to faint in en, darling t Why, pa dear," I said, turning as wnite as my muslin dress, " what on earth do you mean ?" "I think it's burglars, Doral" said pa, whispering, but I don't know. Here, read what I found thrust under the door about ten minutes ago 1" Pa handed me swsmall piece of paper, on which was written in pencil : "Look to your house to night. You are about being robbed. Show this to your daughter, but on no account let a hint of the affair drop before your sister. A friend warns you." I nearly dropped on the floor with fright, but I quite agreed with pa that auntie oughtn't to be told; and then we held a council of war about things. Pa brought down his grandfather's rifle, that he had used during the Revo lution, but none of the triggers' or things would work ; and if they had, we had no bullets to put in it, and so we propped it up against the hat-rack io the hall, to look prepared. After that there was ' nothing left to defend the house with but the drawing-room poker, because Bridget had the table knives locked up, and we dared not ask for them, for she had only been with us a week, and she might be one of the gang. Oh, how I did wish for dear Vincent as I stole up stairs, for pa and I had agreed that we had better pretend to have gone to bed, and let ' things take their own course. Well, I locked my own door, and sat shivering on the bedside in such a fright 1 I heard pa pretending to snore loudly, in order to deceive Bridget, who slept just above him, if she happened to be one ot the wretches ; but 1 knew be was heating the poker over his lamp all the time. - Everything was awfully quiet until about one o'clock, when I heard a curi ous sound down stairs, like some one softly opening the French window in the drawing-room ; and presently 1 heard poor pa stealing past my door, so as not to let me know what was happen mg. I waited until he got got past, and eeiaing littlerdegger Vincent had given me for a paper-cutter, I stole softly after him. Auntie's room-door was ajar, and I gently closed and locked it as I passed. Pa did not hear me, but glided softly on in front, with the poker in his hand. I felt quite like a heroine, and not a bit afraid, though I knew I'd faint as Boon as I saw the dreadful wretches ; but I couldn't dream of letting pa be murdered, without trying to help him. Pa stopped at the ball door, ana open ing it very quietly, stole out on tne verandah, and I followed him. He went to the .French-window, through which a faint light shone, and I stole up beside him. He fairly jumped when he saw me, but I put my finger on his lips ; and, bending forward, we both looked threugh an open-work rose in the lace curtains. The gas was turned up to a tiny jet, and we could see a stout little man sit ting in a chair with his back toward us. and a wine-glass in his hand, and oh ! nearly screamed I for there was Aunt Judith, all dressed in her new promenade suit, Bitting close beside the wretch, with her hand upon his shoul der I Dora I" said pa, supporting himself on the poker, "am I dreaming?" " Ho, dear,". 1 answered, " that's auntie I" " She's in a state of somnambulism," said pa, solemnly. "Don't scream, Dora; the most fatal effects have resulted from suddenly rousing a person in her state. He thought I'd have screamed out, wnen auntie aciuaii y jtisseu we uurgitu-, and then laid her crimped wig on his shoulder. " This is dreadful I" said pa, wiping his forehead with the tail of his dressing- gown. " llow are we to rescue your aunt from her fearful position ?" "Hnshl" Ireturned; "letus listen to what they are saying." The window was partially open,, ana we could hear every word distinctly, "My angelic Judith," said a voice that made us both start, " this trusting devol ion is beautiful ; but I cannot re pay it by treachery. No, not at all 1" "Don't mention it, dearest general," responded Aunt Judith, in a very wide awake voice indeed. You are my guiding-star, and I'll follow you to the end of the world I" Thank you, ma'am I" said the gene ral. " But, 'hem I would it distress you excessively, if I were to tell you that I m not a general, at all? My dear triner I" ejaculated auntie. jerking her head from his shoulder, on which the general rose to his teet. It's a true bill," be continued ; " lor I never was in the army, except in the Pumpkinville Invincibles." What is rank to the true heart?" said auntie, in a dulcet voice. " Have I not your love?" "Away with this unworthy disguise 1" roared the general, putting off his wig, and trampling bis green spectacles un der foot. "I love, I adore you: but 1 cannot continue to impose on such trusting innocence. I am a married man, with three small children and devoted wife : but I saw and loved you, 1 assumed this disguise in order to win you, and bear you to a foreign shore. My name is Samuel Popkins, and you are a deceived angel ! the deceived angel stood lor an in stant perfectly motionless, and then shrieking hysterically, tore off her crimped coiffure, and flung it in Sam Popkins' face. " You wretch 1" she screamed. always knew that you were a low repro bate, and that that vile Vincent and you have concocted this shameful plot to get rid ot me, because 1 kept my eye ou that minx ot my poor brother's ! " Hold your tongue, Judith 1" shout ed my dear pa, rushing in through the window. " You shameless old woman, meeting strange men at the dead of night, and calling my little girl a minx Come here, Dora, and take your old fool ot an aunt up stairs I" " I won't go 1" moaned Auntie. " Keep your distance, minx ! (Jh-h-h I" Pa was red with rage. He turned to Sam Ponkins. " Get out of this house, you graceless scamp 1" he said, shaking the poker at him. " A nice return from your lather son, that 1 trust and treated like friend. As for Vincent there, Dora, don't cry, my pet I won't say a word against the graceless fellow! Here, Judith here's your wig 1 Go to bed, and have more sense in future, and take warning, and let the young people alone, Sam, get out of this house directly 1" Auntie went away by an early train the next morning, and never came back, which was just what that dear, dreadful Vincent meant she should do ; and though pa pretended to be very angry for a whole week, but when he saw now wretched it made me, he gave in directly ; and we had such a delight ful, delicious summer, without Aunt Judith to interfere, and make us wretched. Sam Popkins wasn't married, at all ; but he's going to be next fall, to my dearest, sweetest friend, Belinda Pound- penny. Peter's Ride to the Weeding. Peter would ride to the wedding he would. So he mounted his aas and his wife. She was to ride behind, if she could. lor." says Peier, the woman, she should Follow, not lead through life." He's mighty convenient, the ass, my dear, And proper and safe and now on hold bv the tail, while I hold by the ear. And we'll ride to the kirk in time, never fear. If the wind and the weasner anow. The wind and the weather were not to be blamed Rut th um bad adoDted the whim. That two at a time was a load never framed For the back of one ass. and he seemed quite Mfiamod That two should stick fast upon him. Come Dobbin," says Peter, I'm thinking we'll trot." T'm thinkinsr we won't." savs the ass In language of conduct, and stuck to the spot as u ne naa snown ne wouia sooner De snot Than lilt up a toe Irom the grass. Says Peter, says he, " 111 whip him a little," Try it. my dear," says she, But he might just as well have whipped a brass kettle. The ass was made of such obstinate mettle That never a step moved he. Ill prick him, my dear, with a needle." said she, " I'm thinking he'll alter his mind " Th njut telt the needle and ud went his heels : Im thinking, says she, he 8 beginning to feol Some notion of moving behind." Now lend me the needle and 111 prick his ear. Ami aat f'nth,, nnrl rnn Mrnini. The ass felt the needle and upward he reared ; But kicking and rearing was all, it appeared. He a any intention oi aoing. Says Peter, says he. Wa rat on rather slow : While one end is up t otuer scioks to tne trrnn n (1 ; But I'm thinking a method to more know : Let's prick head and tail together, and so him I tiive tne oreatuxe a start an arountu So said, so done: all hands were at work. And the ass he did alter his mind. For he started away with so sudden a jerk That in less than a trice he arrived at the kirk. But he left all his lading behind. 1 A rich old noodle in New York ad vertises to give a $100 prize for the best four-page tract showing the iniquity running street cars on the babbath day, and riding in them, to church or other wipe. Somebody ought to cap that offering $200 to the man who will write a tract on the wickedness of driving children to church. FOR THE BOYS AND GIRLS. The Elves at Work. BY FLORA L. BEST. " Tinkle 1 tinkle I" List the sound of fairy hammers. Waking sweet and silver clamors I Tell me, elves, what ye are doing What bright tasks are ye pursuing In your earth-homes, bleak and brown? ""Tinkle I tinkle 1' Don't you know, 'Neath the snow. How we build a secret stair. That the flowers may reach the air; How we strike the Irost-King down? Tear the jewels from his crown ?" "Tinkle 1 tinkle 1" Take me. elves, into your palace : Let me drink from out the chalice Of the snow-drop, white and airy ; Let me be. like ye, a fairy. With a heart that laughs at carel " Tinkle 1 tinkle 1' Small thy need Thus to plead ; Wert thou born a child of air Of th e sun and dew a part. Cradled in the roses, heart. We could lead thee anywhere. " We are nature's smallest creatures : We've no power to change thy features ; We've no magic herb or potion That can train thy cumbrous motion Into airy, elfin rhyme. Tinkle I tinkle I Hark 1 dost hear T Blithe and clear Comes the ohime of hidden bells. Swinging in the fairy cells ; Singing softly ' It is time That the flowers begin to climb.' " " Tinkle 1 tinkle I" I can hear them coming, coming ; Tiny feet and voices humming ; Shyly creepeth Periwinkle, Golden Dandelions twinkle. Till the meadow-lands are bright. "Tinkle! tinkle 1" May-flowers fair Greet the air. And the daisies, starry white. Smile their welcome to the light. "Tinkle! tinkle!" Louder clang the fairy hammers ; W ilder wake their silver clamors ; Every band of ioe is broken : Every bursting bud bath spoken : Tolling to these soulB of oun How eaeh spring Doth but bring Unto them a golden stair. Reaching to the light and air Bids them quit their darkened bowers. Climbing upward into flowers. Little Corporal. Who Stole the Baby? From "Our Young Folks." of by " Rub-a-dub, dub ! Rub-a-dub, dub ! Rat-a-tat-tat !" It was Johnny Holmes beating his new drum which his uncle had given him, making noise enough to drive the whole neighborhood distracted. He was playing soldier, going through the most unheard-of evolutions, calling to an imaginary regiment, who were bupposed to " halt !" and " forward ! narcii I" whenever ne gave tne wora ot command. The back-yard, with its high brick wall and its solitary shade-tree, was transformed by Johnny's imagination into the most enchanting parade- grounds. He had the whole field to himself, and could have things all his own way ; lor no one oi his imaginary tollowers thought ot countermanding or disobeying orders. llis two sisters, Mouie ana f lora, were in the play-room, attending to the toil ets of their largest dolls, named re spectively the Lady Geraldine and the Lady Clara, who were going out to a full-dress reception in honor of the mar riage ot their cousin, the liady Uiendora, There was a good deal of discussion as to whether the young ladies should wear their pink silks looped with white roses or their white siiks looped witn red roses ; and the debate ran so high, and took up so much time, that the matter had to be compromised by dressing one in white and the other in nink. U, how lovely tney werei xne iiaay . m l . Geraldine. who must have been half a vard in height, was really queenly, with ner wnite siik trailing as luuuu as iurw inches behind, and slightly raised in front to show the tiny white slipper; and the Lady Clara, not a whit less graceful and dignified, was completely , 1 - . ' 1 t . ' 1 " 1- J. 1 iascinating in ber pinK drapery. Placing upon their heads a bonnet the exact size of a pumpkin-seed, and shaking out their finest embroidered pocket-handkerchiefs scented with the finest of double-distilled essence of pep- termint. the young ladies were pro nounced ready to step into their family carriage, which at that moment drove up in the form of an overturned otto man, into which they both passed with all the grace imaginable, and weie sup- nosed to be whirlea away. It was Monday morning. Mrs. Holmes was looking over her housekeeping ac counts, having given strict orders to Biddv to take care of the baby, and on no account allow her own quiet to be disturbed. - Biddy, who was very busy that morn ing getting the clothes in readiness to send to the laundry, having in addition the dish-washing, sweeping, dusting, etc., on her hands, considered her duty- with respect to the baby performed when she had planted him in the center of the floor, surrounaea oy an tne tin cups, pans and spoons she oould mus ter, devoutly hoping ana lervently be lieving he would make such a racket among them all as would keep him ouiet without further etlort on her part, As the babv was only a year old, and could not walk alone, she had at least no fears of his running away while her back was turned. So Johnny drummed until it was a wonder he did not pound a hole in the drum-head, and the littl girls proceeded to set forth a mostboun tiful least, consisting of two cookies, an aunle. and some lemon-drops, of which the wedding guests, including Lady Glendora's relatives to the hfth degree. were invited to partake. The long summer morning was draw ing toward a olose when Mrs. Holmes, having added her columns of figures over and over again, to be certain there was no mistake, and having arrived a Eumrisinglv large sum total, pushed away penci1 and paper, and walked down to relieve Biddy of the care of the babv. "Biddy I" she called from the top tho kitchen stairs, " bring up the baby I will take care of him now." "Indade, mum," roplied the girl, " he isn't here at all, at all. Hasn't yez got him already?" " Do you mean to tell me the child isn't here?" asked Mrs. Holmes, her anxious face appearing half-way down the stairs. "Why, you see, mum," explained Biddy, "I was busy, loike, with of ; mind on me work, and took no notice till yer ladyship called, when it sthruck me, all ot a sundm, that I hadn't heard the blissed child fur quite a spell, and that he must have crept up stairs to yez." " Indeed he hasn't," said the mother, looking hurriedly about ; " but he may have crept into the back-yard." So with Biddy at her heels she stepped into the paved court, and closely searched every corner, but no baby was there. " Rub-a-dub, dub I Rat-a-tat-tat ! 1 sounded Johnny's drum, until his moth er was forced to catch the drum-sticks out of his hands before she could make her voioe heard. "Johnny, have you seen your little brother?" No. Johnny had not seen him, and the alarmed mother rushed up to the play-room, hoping that Mollie or Flora had taken him away. "Why, no, mamma," said flora. The wedding festivities are just over, and the newly-married couple are about to start on a trip to Europe, and we aven't had time to think of baby."- - The now thoroughly alarmed mother instantly commenced a most vigorous search of the whole house. Biddy was in despair and in tears. Her mistress had called her a careless girl, and her reputation was lost unless the baby were found. So she peered into the most unheard-of places, evidently thinking to nd the child laid away on one ot tne pantry-shelves, or playing bo-peep with her from behind the sugar-jar, or hid den in the depths of the coal-scuttle. " Murther ! bad Iuck to me lor a lor- getful gurl ! O, whirra 1 whirra ! me heart is broke. "Whatever shall I do, and the poor darlint lost and gone? Och hone 1 Hear the poor mither call ing the swate babe ! Biddy Murphy, ye desarve to do penance lor a wees ior bringing sore trouble to thiaa as has been Kind to yez l" Again and again was tne bouse search ed " from turret to foundation stone," or rather from .garret to cellar ; but no baby rewarded the search. : Evidently he was not on the premises. Arguing that a child who could not walk must have been carried away, Mrs. Holmes was forced to the conviction that some one had entered the kitchen while Bid dy's back was - turned, and made off with the unconscious babe : and being spirited little woman, after the first natural ebullition of maternal feeling she speedily rose to the occasion and sent Biddy off after the chief of police, Biddy, in her zeal to repair her negli- I ,nu ran lioilf a. ttiiIa n.t. hr hAAt rate I genoe, ran halt a mile at ner nest rate of speed, and had hardly sufficient breath remaining to enable her to tell her story; but she managed to maxe the man understand what was wanted of him, and he immediately accompa nied her back to her mistress. When the case was fully stated to him he looked grave, walked all about the kitchen, glanced keenly at the pile of I TJ:J J X.A nln.l nVi'lrl'a I uiiwMo -uiuujr uu o " uiepuM.1, paou iUnl, yard, and gave Johnny' i neglected drum ? , 5' HrTi riiXi looked all the while as non-committal .on nan noBsiblv imagine. The fact wnl th sham man was at his wits' end. Mrs. lioimes awaitea nis aecision, iuo three remaining children clinging to her skirts, their white, scared faces showing that they realized what had hnnrxmed. After looking tne grouna over ior tne third or fourth time, the chief returned to the weeping Biddy. " My girl, you sav there was no one here between the ft . . . ., , xx. . time your mistress leu tne oaoy in your charge and the moment sne caiieu you to bring him to ner t " Not a livin' soul, sir. May the bliss ed saints niver hear me prayers if it's a lift T'm tellin' ver honor! No livin' soul, barin' the laundry man, who drove An l said tnecmei wilu z ihoi. n . so you sent off a bssket of soiled clothes ? What laundry do you patron- i. Mrs. Holmes?" She gave him the street- and numoer. " I think I'll run over and take a look at the establishment : meanwhile, make vourself as comfortable as may be under the circumstances. I think I have a clue to the person who carried nfF vour child." Mrs. Holmes begged mm to use nis J . i i i utmost exertion, declaring she should never know a happy moment it ner aar ling was not found. " 1 don't see what idea ne naa in ms head," she said to Biddy, after the man had nolitelv bowed himself out. "Only think of bis posting away over to the laundry wnen my poor cunu may oo m the hands of some cruel person who is bearing it farther and farther away ! And Mrs. Holmes burst into tears, end Johnny and Mollie and Flora imitated her, and .Biddy went aown upon ner knees and called upon all the saints in the calendar to lend their aid in this time of trouble. An hour passed. It was hard waiting. the- children, seeing her distress, had rot.ird to a distant corner and spoke only in whispers. Biddy groaned and crossed herself at intervals, and vowed all sorts of Denances. provided the baby might be found, when a quick pull at the street door-bell thrilled them all; and when, with trembling hands, Biddy had unfastened the door, who should armear but the chief of police, and what should he have in his arms but the stolen babv! O, such a shout of joy as went up from that mother's heart ! The chief explained that the moment he heard of clothes having gone to the laundry iust previous to the disappear ance of the child, the idea struck him that baby had gone too. And sure enough, the little fellow had been found, nicely curled up among the clothes, fast asleep and apparently well content as if tucked in his pretty crib at home, The dear little chick-a-biddie ! He little knew how much anxiety he had cost his friends. So the question of " who stole the baby?" was answered. up to the area gate alter tne oabKei vi clothes for the wash in' that I carried out to him myself." me Men are born with two eyes, but with one tongue, in order that they may twice as much as they say. I Love to Wander. I love to wander when the sun is high, . . When tne glistening dew is shining' on -ne rose. ... And the morning breezes through-the forests sifrh. And startle nature out of night's repose,: IV tt When the warblers thrill their songs of joyous mirth, CJ "JT Witbin the leafv silenoe of the grorel i Jjm Rejoicing loudly at the morning's birth, - - Awaking our hearts to gladness and to love. I love to wander through the forest deep; t "I ur hy toe murmuring river s side. rj Where the tioy wavelets on its bosom leap , J. u in joylul playing on the swelling tide. . ...... t r,f 71 I love to wander at the close of day. When fades the ran deen in the tmchtT west. -, And the stars are traveling on their glistening way, - r And earth's sweetest and dearest are at rest. When through the trees the fire-flies are '-gleam.-- And the dark shades of nifirht are east.'' jne. .... ... - ..-Tk Then I love to wander, gently dreaming Of those days that long are past. Longings. The flowers lanznish. for the blessed lient. For brilliant stars still languishes the night t, J(J The parched furrow languishes for ram : The sick man longs for a relief from pain : The orphan child longs for a mother's breast r The evening languishes for soothing rest . . The morn, impatient, longs to see the sun The soldier longs te see tne oauie won :, . , The silent harp longs for the songsof chords,-"1 And thus I languish for affection's words, rs They are to me what light is to the flowers, C ! O Mv heart refreshine. as soft rain the bowers. . They for mv hopes are as the morning sun. I H f As lor the soldier is tne Dattie won. ... -r As is a brilliant star in gloomy night. I v:i As tc the wanderer his cottage light A sweet repose for my prolonged unrest, .' f And for mv ornhaned heart a mother's breast; For my soul's sorrow a sweet litany, ( ; ; -And for its love a heavenly harmony. i . f! ,il'l Varieties. i starr, in weorgia recently, tneoavauuau I JVeu epithalamizes the pair with ." X, Winkle, T. Winkle, little Starr.'r Autumn hues cutting wood, for win-, ter. Cash advances -Attentions to a rich widow. With what musical instrument woulcL you catch a fish ? Castanet. . .- a , . What part of a rifle is like an as sault ? The breech of the piece. Can you suggest a suitable wife1 for "a1 seedsman ? Oh, yes, a nursery-maid, ; , y Tweed exnects to go to Saturn when he dies so that he can join one of the rings. ' - - J"; ; ' ' V To pflni.TtT.xnpEits Is there anv dif ference between hen-stealing and cock robin? ' , T'-r Annual flowering plants . are said to. resemble whales, because they come up to blow..; . ' ; T Trrr Ths debt of nature should never be' paid if it can't be collected withoujt .an,. ATPftllt.inn.rt "' " ' execution. Th! French have a very significant saying It is always the unexpected.; which happens. ..., ';-..., Platonic lovb, like all other tonics, is -.. -i i , . . , very exciting, ana snouia no' umeu homeopathically. : . , . . ;. If you let the cat out of the bag, never try to cram it back again ; it only . . . . . matces matters worse, What is the difference between , , widow? One is a gdy whirl, and the other a widdy-giri. 6 . J ' , . . i - A darmy preacher lining out a hymn from memory said " Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, -Ye wretched sinners -come out of dar t" An old lady of Auburn, N. Yn makes a salve which she claims win rempva proud-flesh, and suggests a plaster for each church door. . , . : v . -,s Co-nun-drcx Are the fair inhabitants of a convent generally so meager in ap pearance because they lead a-nun-natural kind of life? , j . i The Question of where all the Smiths come from is answered. - A factory in a neighboring city bears the sign, "Smith Manufacturing "company.".,,. . . Mr. T. Winklk having married Miss Wht does a young woman when she's - jilted frown upon the world at larger Why, naturally enougn, neing a cunaas who has met with foil, she looks dag gers. - ' ' An Augusta, Ga., ghost weare No. 10 shoes. The most inveterate sooner must acknowledge that here is an "on- questionable instance of a sole revisiting the earth. ..... A Boston girl tried to commit suicide by lunching on "Parson's Rat Exter minator!" They hadn't a copy of the Waverlv Maaazine in the house, so they gave her an emetic,' and she lives. A Southern paper says in its local columns : "A negro and two fine young mules were drowned in the river yester day. The mules were remarkably fine animals, and cannot be easily replaced.?' Do tou think.", asked Mrs. Pepper, " that a little temper is a bad thing in a woman ?" " Certainly not, ma'am,"' re plied a gallant philosopher; ."it is a good thing, ana sne ougnt never vj lose it." ' "Mrs. MuyriN," said a visitor, "Emily has your features, but I tbink she has her father's hair." " Oh, now I see," said the dear little Emma, " it's because I have father's hair that he has got to wear a wig." ' An English Peer, Itord Stanley, of Alderley, has been fined $25 for ballast ing a lady's dog with swan snot. The ' landholders of Florida - have formed a State Association for the pur pose of encouraging immigration. A gentleman in- London lately, in making return of his income to the Tax Commissioners, wrote on tne paper : For the last three years my income has been somewhat less than 150 ; in future it will be more precarious, as the man is dead from - whom I borrowed the money." : -. i as see The statistics of suicide show that more men take their own lives than women. Among the latter, suicide is more frequent in youth than in maturer years. The statistics further prove that most men who commit self-murder are single and most women married. In Italy there are annually three suicides in everv 100.000 inhabitants; in Austria- five; in Belgium, six; in England, seven ; in Prussia, twelve ; in Denmark, twenty-nine, and in Spain only two to the same comparative number.