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Poetry.
QUESTIONS OF THE HOUR.
[Marian, six years old]
BY THE AUTHOR OF "A WOMAN'S POEMS."
Do angel wear white dresses, say?
Always, or only in theeummerf Do
Their birthdays hare to come like mine. In May?
Do tney hare acarlet sashes then, or bluet
" When little Jeeile died last night, - -How
could she walk to Heaven it ie so far?
Enw did ahe and the way without a light J
There waant even anj moon or star.
" Will abe hare red or galden winger
Then will ahe have to be a bird. an
Do they take men, like presidents and king.
Then will ahe hare to be a bird, and fly?
o ther take men. like nreeidenta and ninB
In hearse uitablack plume clear to the (tyf
. How old I 3od? Ha he frray hair?
Can he aee yet? Where did he have to stay
.Before you know he had made anywhere?
Who doea he pray to when he has to pray?
How many drop are hi the sea?
Bow many taret well, then, yon ought to
now
How many-flowers are on an apple-tree?
How doea the wind look when it doesn't blow?
" Where doe the rainbow end? And why
Did Captain Kidd-bury the gold there? When
Will this world burn? And will the Bremen try
To put the Are out with the engines, then?
' If you should ever die, may we
go?
Read Cinderella Just once more
, What makes men's other wives as mean?"
know
That I was tired. It may be cross, before
I shut the painted book for her to go.
Honrs later, from a child's white bed
I heard the timid, last queer question start:
Mamma, are you my step-mother?" it said.
Tne innocent reproof crept to my heart.
Miscellaneous.
A May-day's Scene.
A livext writer in a New York maga
zine gives the following graphic descrip
tion of " A Moving Scene:'
I wu thinking the other day, as I ob
served the preparations of some of my
neighbor for moving, how fortunate I
was in having a house of my own, where
I could dwell year after year, and laugh at
the troubles of my acquaintances who
were forced to ' pull up stakes' annually.
4 Moving day was nothing to me, I thought,
and I grew intensely selfish with the idea
that I was so free from annoyance. But
in the midst of my cogitations the door
bell rang, and the servant came back with,
mi. iirown, Missus G wants to borrow
your hammer. She is movin', and her
things are all pecked!'
" Of course, I was willing to oblige Mrs.
G , and I made haste to send her my
hammer a new one. Just after tea
another messenger came from neighbor
L , across the road. Neighbor L
was moving, and desired to borrow my ax
- for an hour or so. The ax I sent forthwith,
and then came a request from Mr. C :
' Would Mr. Brown be kind enough to
lend us a scuttle or two of coal? We're
moving, and all our coal is barreled up!'
This request was somewhat singular, but,
considering the circumstances, I said noth
ing more than to give orders to let Mr.
G have what he wanted. Yesterday
morning a tatered urchin stopped me, as I
was passing out of my door on my way
down street, with the request : ' Ma wants
to know if you will lend her a piece of
soap ? We're going to move, and everthing
is packed up lr Without stopping to ask
who ' Ma ' was, I gave him the soap, and
left. At dinner-time I went home, and
was at at once struck with the empty ap
pearance of the dining-room. ' Where are
the chairs ?' I asked. ' Oh I Jones's folks
are moving P replied my wife. The chairs
are all at the other house, and they wanted
to borrow three or four to sit down to din
ner.' Now, there is nothing like being
obliging, if you have to stand up to meals
yourself , so long as you can accommodate
your neighbors ; so I said nothing, but
stepped into on adjoining room, brought
out another chair, and sat down to the ta
ble, 4 A little sugar, if you please !' as I
sipped my coffee. There, now ! said
Kate, 'I lent Mrs. T 's girl the last
there was in the house, Mrs. T is
moving, and 4 That's enough ; bring
me a glass of water P 4 Oar glasses are all
out, Mr. Brown,' said Kate; 'Mrs. O
has got company, and all her things are
- - packed, so I ' 4 All-right !' I interrupt
ed, bound to keep my temper, anyhow,
4 We will lend Mrs. G the house, if
she wants it 1 ' At this point Harry burst
into the room with, 4 Ma, Tom Smith's
mother wants to know if you will let Kate
come over and help this afternoon ? Tom's
folks are getting ready to move ! '
44 'Ma'am, will you please be so kind as
to lend me a pint of milk,' said a voice at
the window; 4 we're moving!' The
milk was served out, and we were about
turning out attention again to the meal,
when the bell rang, and Mr, and Mrs.
W , with seven children, walked in.
4 Why, Mrs. Brown, how do you do ? We
are going to move this afternoon, and we
thought we would just run in and see if
you couldn't lend us our dinner!' "
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Base-Ball Statistics.
No less than sixteen kinds of balls are
in use, from the regulation ball to the
children's or fancy ball, and prices vary
from $18 to 85 cents a dozen. Some half
dozen regular manufactories of base balls
alone, exist in this city, the largest produc
ing just now seventy five dozen balls per
diem. The town of Natick, however, in
Massuchusetts, is the greatest ball man
ufactory perhaps in the world, many hund
reds of people being employed in produc
ing these articles, and it is not uncommon
for houses in this line of business to order
thence 6,100 balls at a time. Their man
ufacture entails no thing of very special
interest, the inside being of wound rubber,
and the wrapping of woolen yarn, save
that the winding of the yarn around the
ball is principally done by men. One
would suppose from the nicely shaped
spheres women make when winding up
worsted, they would be most adapted to
this kind of work, bat it seems to require
a certain amount of physical strength
which the weaker sex is not endowed wiih.
The cover of horse hide is put on entirely
by women. The total number of balls
made and sold in New York is immense,
one manufacturer alone having supplied
162,000 balls last year. Perhaps the
United -States will bat to pieces half a
million of balls this season. Bats from an
important - business alone. They run
through a dozen different varieties. It
sounds somewhat preposterous to think
of mills running all the year round, turn
ing out bats. As more bats are used tliaa
bJlfl, one can form some idea of the enorm
ous quantity of material consumed. Orders
for all base-ball implements are just now
at their night and the supply is barely up
to the demand. ATew York Time. .
Seventy thousand letters, filling one
hundred and fifty sacks, and weighing
nearly eleven hundred pounds, were re
cently mailed from the city of New York
to various foreign lands within the space
of two days. This statement will give
some idea of the immensity of the postal
buiiness in that city. It is also estimated
that between one hundred and twenty and
one hundred and fifty tons of mail matter
are, on the average, handled every day by
the eight hundred post-office employes;
and that not less than 300,000 letters, and
often a much larger number of newspa
pers, are sorted out by them during each
twenty-four hours. From two to five
hundred unstamped, misdirected, unad
dressed or unsealed letters and packages
daily accumulate in the New York Post
.Office. . .
The census of Minnesota shows that,
out of a population of 439,332, 126,117
were born in Minnesota, 152,518 in other
States and Territories of the United States,
and 160,697 in foreign countries. Of those
born is Minnesota, it is certain that at
least as many are the children of foreign
ers as of native Americans. Of the out
side States, New York furnishes 89,507;
Wisconsin, 24,048; Ohio, 12,651 ; Pennsyl
vania, 11,966; Illinois, 10.979; 'Maine,
9,939 ; Indiana, 7,438 ; Vermont. 6,815, and
Massachusetts, 5,731. Of the foreigners,
41,864 are Germans, 85,940 Norwegians,
21,746 Irish, 20,987 Swedes, 16,698 from
the British North American Colonies, and
6,614 English and Welsh.
Lowell's mean man was given a box of
strawberrieSj recently, and on returning
the empty box wanted five cents for it
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VOLUME I.
McCONNELLSVILLE, OHIO, FRIDAY, MAY 26, 1871.
NUMBER 8.
A MOTHER'S STRUGGLE.
Taw following touching narrative of the abdne-
uun ana nnai recovery 01 a cniia in uus cuy, wae
written for a by a lady who waa acquainted with
all the circumstances in the ease, and who give
assurance that the facta are just as related, with the
we exception 01 real names ot toe parties who
figured therein, which, for obvious reasona, are
not divulged. American Odd Fellow.
God only knew how that poor mother
had suttered. bhe had given her heart and
hand to one of her own station in life, a
hard-working mechanic. That she loved
her husband above all earthly objects, was
plainly evident, for he had been her first
and only love. She had long been alone
in tne world lameness, motherless, sis
terless, brotherless and now she turned
to him, her husband, with all the worship
of a passionate soul and sj in pathetic na
ture, sue yearned tor love returned, such
as she had dreamed of, such as she felt for
turn, and she had reason to believe that
she had found it.
inenrstyear other married life was
full of joy, and the second equally so ; bnt
tnere was the addition ot anticipation, lor
she was to become a mother. She hoped
soon to gaze upon a bright-eyed dot. and
she prayed that he might be the image of
his lamer, and that, growing up, be would
possess tne virtues ot his ure. And with
each day ber happiness seemed to in
crease. Never before had her husband
appeared so noble in her eyes, and never
before had she fully realized how verv
dear he was to her how necessary to her
lite.
One morning, as was his custom, he left
her for his daily toil. He had over and
over again printed kisses of affection upon
her lips, but still she clung to him. until
tears started into her eyes, and she ex
claimed :
44 Oh, George, why is it that I cannot
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ish, but it seems as if I must cling to you
and weep weep for very joy, for my heart
issofulL Am I not too happy? Will
such joy last through life?"
Playfully the husband patted her cheeks,
kissed her lips once more, and left- her for
his work. As long as possible she wa ten
nis retreating form, and then she turned
to household duties, and as she did so.
tried to sing and -smile; but something
choked her utterance, and tears would fill
her eyes in spite of all she could do.
Slowly the day dragged on, and the
supper hour was approaching. The table
had been. spread with more than usual
care, and a dish provided of which the
husband was very fond.
44 In ten minutes he will be here," she
murmured ; but at that very instant she
was startled by the violent ringing of the
door bell. She knew not why but her
heart beat with great rapidity, as she pro
ceeded to answer the summons. She
opened the door, and saw half a dozen
men standing there. Not one of them
spoke, but they advanced into the hallway,
and from thence into a little parlor, where
they deposited a heavy burden they had
brought with them.
The wife had watched all this with
cheeks as pale as death, and with blood'
less quivering lips ; but no sound had she
uttered. Then she stepped forward and
placed her hand upon the blanket which
covered some bulky object. She attempt
to raise the covering, but a shivering
seized her, and she paused, yet only for a
moment, men sne removed tne blanket.
She did not shrink or faint, but she ap
peared even calm under tne circumstances
there waa the outstretched form of
George Avery, her husband; and he
moved not There could be no mistake.
there were the very garments he had
worn in parting from ner mat morning.
But the face was so covered with blood
that the features could not be distin
guished.
ven yet, witnout a word,
a murmur.
a sigh, she proceeded to procure water,
with her own hands she washed away
gore, l es, it was ner husband s face :
pale, and the eyes expressionless, for
was dead.
44 How did this happen?" she asked,
turning to one ot the men.
44 Poor- George fell from the building
upon which he had been at work, just as
was speaking of his home, and of the
ending of another week of toil. He never
spoke after he struck the ground."
The poor wife did not sink under the
She did not even weep ; but there
to be an unnatural light in her
eyes, and an unaccountable calmness about
But she would not U a ve the corpse.
Preparations were made for its burial but
she remained by its side, holding the
hand in her own, . and sometimes
kissing the cold lips. She talked to it.
as she would have done in life; and
the time passed on until the final part
ing came. Even beside the grave she did
weep, although it was found necessary
support ner, tor sne could not stand.
And now she returned to her desolate
heme, alone, although not long to remain
; for her child was born. As she had
hoped, it was a boy, and as she gazed upon
she whispered:
"But for this, I could not have lived
for this, I should have been placed be
side my husband. But I have a sacred
now to perform. God help me to be
uuthful to my charge." .
Eighteen months passed slowlv bv. dnr-
which time tne mother straggled nobly
To her the child was strength. These
nothings, so interesting in the tiny
pledges of affection, were everything to
The childish prattle was heavenly
music to her ears, and its half-uttered
words sent thrills of ecstasy through her
heart, while its acts were such as mothers
A hundred things she had taught
infant, and its aptness in imitation to
was something wonderful. Early it
learned to walk, but with the fondest
solicitude did the mother ever watch its
lest harm should come to her dar
ling treasure.
he first sharp pang of the husband's
had passed away, and although she
deeply mourned him yet, she began to
that her duty now was to prepare her
self and her little one for future life, and
for the reunion which must take
beyond the tomb. And so slie lived,
boy making her home once more a
happy one. .
One day, after her ususl toil, the mother
reading a newspaper article, where the
description of a child having been kid
napped was given. For a few moments
mind had been absorbed, and then
placing her hand against her brow, she
murmured:
Oh, if such a misfortune should hap
pen to me, what Bhould I do Mine is a
beautiful boy, unless I am. blinded by a
mother's love, and I must guard him with
jeelous care. Georgie! Georgie!"
The little one had been seated in the
door, and only a moment before she
heard his innocent laugh. But he did
reply to the call of his mother, and,
springing up e sought him where he had
sitting.'' ie was not there. She was
specially alarmed, for she supposed
he had only wandered a short distance
the door, although he was not in
and walking to the next corner, she
sure she should find him. Still, he
nowhere to be seen, and the mother's
began to beat wildly, the blood to
course like lightning through her veins,
then tor a moment she felt a faintness
creeping over her.
was a moment of trial the moment
it was necessary for the mother once
to lay aside her weakness and put on
strength. But that mother's strength
been sorely tested. Eighteen months
before, when she placed her husband in
grave, she- had struggled for the mas
tery of herself, and ahe had gained it ; but
doing so, the vein in which the life
blocd flows had been ruptured, and very
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She was a woman, only sustained in an
erect position as she traveled on through
life's journey; but take that prop away,
and her fall was certain.
Up and down the streets she ran, c Jling
upon the name or her child, Her manner
was wild in the extreme, and the deadly
pallor of her face cave her an unearthly
appearance, and those who saw her had
no doubt but they were gazing upon a lu
natic. But still, no little Georgie could
she find ; oh, was he lost to her forever?
Her manner attracted the attention of
an officer, and, of course, the first thing he
thought ot was arrest, believing, as did all
others, that the poor woman was thorough
ly insane, and might do harm to herself,
and perhaps to others. - But in a few
broken words she explained the cause of
her unusual excitement
To give the mother consolation was im
possible; and yet the assurance that the
authorities would institute an instant and
thorough search brought some relief; but
it did not lessen the t-norts ot the mother.
The East River was but a short distance
from her home, and to the water's side she
went She gazed into the dark tide.
wondering if it had swallowed ud her bov.
If she had only known such to be the case,
how soon would she have joined him in
his watery grave, in spite of the edict
heaven has issued against self-destruction.
But hope had not entirely forsaken her.
and still she continued her search. The
moon came up, and the stars shone out
brightly. She wondered if they could not
see her boy. and why they did not speak
and point out to her the hiding place of
mm who was so dear to ner. in olden
times an Eastern star had arisen, and set
tled over the spot where lay the infant
Saviour, guiding the Wise Men to . his
presence ; why could not this be the same
in her case ? But no. The moon rol.ed
silently on. mounting higher and higher
into the deep blue ot night, and the stars
appeared to dance in joyous sporuveness,
regardless of a mother's anguish. Oh,
how she longed for the eyes of a divinity.
that she might sweep the world at a single
glance, and hnd her treasure.
But the night wore on, and from very
exhaustion she was compelled to seek her
desolate home. But sae could not rest
Up and down her humble apartment she
walked, ever and auon calling upon her
boy ; but no response came, save from the
night wind, which seemed to moan in
sympathy for the mother. Now she would
snatch up a toy or little dress, and press
ing it to her throbbing breast and levered
lips, would burst into tears; and they
were blessed drops, for they relieved the
heart, and kept it trom breaking yet
Morning came, and an officer stood at
her door. She hastened to admit him,
and upon his face she sought to find the
word hope written, nut it was not there.
Indeed, he appeared to be aa ill-omened
messenger, who brought bad news, but
struggled between the breaking of the
tidings and the secret which he held.
"I am calm very calm," said the
mother, in a voice scarce audible. 41 1 am
prepared for the worst tell me all."
41 1 fear there is no hope."
"No hope ! No hope !" and she repeated
the words slowly. 44 Yes, there is hope
in heaven. Tell me, is my child dead ?"
"Do you know this dress?" and the
officer produced a tiny garment She
clutched it, and replied :
" Yes. It is the one worn by Georgie
when he disappeared."
"Then all is over."
"Over! Then tell me how! Where is
the body ? Where did you find this dress."
" It was found down by the river."
" And the body where is that?"
41 Only the dress was found."
" But he wore it How came it stripped
from his person?" . .
44 Madam, it is evident your boy wan
dered from his home to the river's side,
and that he fell into the water. You see
the dress is badly torn. In fulling it was
caught upon an iron spike, and his weight
stripped it from his person ; for we found
it hanging there."
" And you could not find the body V -
44 No. At the time the accident must
have occurred, the tide was running out
strongly, and the corpse may have floated
miles down the bay."
" Oh, find him for me find Georgie for
me!" and the poor woman could say no
more, for she fell fainting into the arms of
the officer, who gently placed her upon a
couch, and then summoned assistance.
For hours afterwards she rayed, but
there were intervals of sanity. During
one oi these, a poor woman rushed into
the apartment and exclaimed :
"Oh, Mrs. Avery, lve found your
Georgie. He is alive and well no harm
has come to him, the dear little lamb."
" Found my Georgie ! And he is alive
Then where is he? Why do you not bring
him to me at once.
" I've found him Mrs. Avery, and he is
ell right; but 1 can t get hun lust yet"
"Not get him yet I Oh, do not deceive
me, but tell me all. Tell me where he is
that I may go to him, if you will not bring
mm to me I
I'll tell you all about it Mrs. Avery.
As I was coming up Broadway, I saw a
rich-looking gentleman and lady coming
out oi one oi tne big stores, wim a tittle
Doy in ineir company, ine cniid was
dressed ever so handsome, and I wished
had such nice things for my own little
ones, men the man and woman got into
carriage, and the little fellow with them.
Just as it was rolling off. I looked again.
and that child was your Georgie, just as
sure as I live. Somebody has stolen your
uariing, and ne is alive this blessed
minute."
" Then why was that dress found down
by the water? '
" Oh, it's plain enough to me. Them
rich folks wanted your child because he
was so handsome, and they stole him. Of
course, they wanted you to think the boy
was dead, and so they put his dress where
iney mougni it worn a xm renin TUik.
ing him drowned, vou would trfve nn nil
search ior him, ana tney would Keep iiim
saie." .
The physician who happened to be
present, took the woman aside and closely
iu-suoueu ner. one aumittea tne possi
bility that she might be mistaken, for she
had only caught a glimpse of the child's
face; but still she felt sure that she was
not
The physician shook his bead and said:
" It appears very doubtful to me. but we
win lei jars. Avery think: that her child
still lives. It is the only thing that can
save her, for, in thinking so, she will cling
hope, without which she would last but
.short time."
And the mother did cling to hone. But
the blow had been so severe that her re
covery could not be speedy. In a week's
time, however, she had so far recovered as
be able to leave her house, and she had
formed her plans. She did not for a mo
ment doubt the story of the woman, and
she hoped, while she had resol vel to watch
and wait and pray.
Day after day she passed in wandering
and down the fashionable streets, peer
ing eagerly into every carriage, examining
faces of all the children of her
boy's age, she saw at play, and gazing into
almost, every dwelling window. Several
times she had been considerably startled,
half-smothered cries had escaped her. and
had run with all her speed to overtake
some vehicle where she had caught the
glimpse of an infant form. More than
once she had attracted the attention of the
police by her, to them, strange manner,
some there were who thought her in
sane: but as she appeared quite harmless.
was not arrested.
And so the days wore on, and for six
weeks the had kept up this fruitless
search. She found that her savings had ,
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become exhausted, and it now became
necessary for her to resume her toil. She
did so with a heart heavy as lead.
One morning her attention was attracted
by an advertisement in a newspaper. A
woman was wanted in a wealthy private
family to make clothing for a child. - Her
heart beat rapidly as she read it, she knew
not why, unless it was from the fact that
the very mention of children caused her
brain to whirl and her eyes to grow dim
with tears. But at once she started for
the designated point She was admitted
by a servant into the presence of the mis
tress, who examined the applicant closely
for a few moments , and then said :
" My good woman, I question the pro
priety oi engaging you, lor there is some
thing wild in your manner, and if I am
not greatly mistaken, I have often seen
you wandering in this vicinity, with an
appearance which indicated lunacy. Are
you not in the habit of drinking? '
JNo, madam, nor do I think X am in
sane. It is true there is a heavy burden
upon my heart and if you are a mother.
you can sympathize with me.
w hat is the cause or your suttenng
" My child my only and darling little
boy has been stolen from me. You may
have noticed me in this neighborhood, but
1 was searching tor him.
"A deadly pallor had overspread the
rich woman's face, and she hissed through
ner teeth :
" Go I can not engage you go. If
you are poor, here is something to relieve
you, out quit my house at once ; and the
lady tossed Mrs. Avery a bank-note, which
would have paid for whole weeks of toil,
naa sne oeen engaged.
At that instant a child ran into the
apartment, laughing innocently and ex
claimed :
"Mamma! mamma!"
A piercing shriek burst from the lios of
-Mrs. Avery; and springing up, she caught
" My God, it is Georgie. my own lost
ooyi '
The bttle fellow was evidently fright
ened at the wild manner ofthe woman,
and beginning to cry, he stretched out his
hands towards the nch lady, and said :
" uome. mamma ud ud !
By this time the lady had recovered her
calmness, and attempting to take the little
one, sne said :
Woman, I know that yon are insane
now. uive me up that child. It is not
yours don't you see, he is afraid of you."
" It ia my child, and no earthly power
snau pan us :
Give him up. I say. or I will call the
police, and give you in charge as a dan
gerous lunatic. Give him up, I say !"
"Never. Call the police, and I, too,
will call them." With the boy. in her
arms, sne made a dash lor the front door,
which she opened, and was about to de
scend the granite steps, when she met an
officer face to face. The rich lady saw
him too, and exclaimed :
Arrest that woman. She is a maniac.
ana would steal my cnuu.
me commands ot the rich general v
uutweign inose oi tne poor, unuer such
cin-uuisuuices ; sou at tins time appear
ances were greatly against Mrs. Avery.
She was herself poorly clad, and the child
was dressed in the richest garments. She
was not at her own home, but at that of
the woman who claimed the boy as her
own. bo the officer attempted to take the
child, while he said to the poor woman:
l on get away trom here, and if I ever
eaten you in this neighborhood again, I
will lock you up. I have seen you around
here before."
But I will not give np this chlld.T5r it
mine," she shrieked, " and that woman
stole it from me. It is mine, and I can
prove it '
By this time, as might have been ex
pected, a crowd had gathered around, and
they gleaned something of the affair,
they demanded that each party should be
taken before a Justice, where the merits of
the case should be decided. To this ar
rangement the officer consented, and in a
short time after, the rival mothers were at
the police court, the rich woman backed
her husband and their friends, while
Mrs. Avery was all alone, unless her God
was with her.
The justice listened to the story of Mrs.
Avery, and it was given as it has been re
corded here, but with almost too much
wildness of manner to produce altogether
favorable effect Meantime the child
had been kept from both claimants.
" Now, we will listen to you, Mrs. Brad
ley," said the justice, addressing the rich
lauy.
Calmly she told her story. Her husband
and herself had been absent in Europe for
the past three years, and had returned but
tew weeks before. During this absence,
her child, little William was born. She
was the daughter of one of the most re
spectable and wealthy gentlemen in New
York, was herself wealthy, and the idea
that she should steal the brat of any poor
woman was simply preposterous. The
person who had presented such claims
was evidently insane, and was a dangerous
character to be permitted to nave her lib
erty, bne should be shut up in some in
sane asylum.
Other witnesses were examined who de
clared that they had frequently observed
Mrs. Avery, that her actions had always
been very singular, and that they had
looked upon her as a lunatic.
" How long is it since your child was
taken Irom you, Mrs. Avery r asked the
justice.
" A little over six weeks sir."
" At his age he would scarcely have for
gotten you yet Now let both these claim
ants go to him, extend their hands, and
him to come. We will see to which
will cling."
Both women advanced, and extending
nanus, airs. A very said :
" Georgie, come to mamma."
The little fellow gazed upon her with
something of wonder in his expression,
half extended his hamla But ilra-
Bradley exclaimed :
" Willie, dear, come to mamma."
The chiid turned to her, stretched out
little hands, was received, and then he
his head upon her bosom, repeating
word:
" Mamma ! mamma 1"
" It is enough." said the justice. The
child belongs to Mrs. Bradley, and Mrs.
Avery is evidently insane. Kemove her,
upon that question we must have a
further hearing."
" Stay," cried the poor woman, 44 and I
give you further proof that you are
mistaken. Permit me to take the child in
arms for a few moments, and I will
convince you. .During his six weeks ab
sence from me. he has almost forgotten
mother, but he will soon remember
I pray you let me take the boy only
a lew moments."
" Give Mcr the child."
She took the boy in her arms, and seated
herself. She caressed him tenderly, spoke
lew simple words, such as children are
accustomed to, and then said :
Georgie, sleep-by. and sing "
The little fellow droDDcd his head upon
woman's bosom, and commenced a
murmuring sound, adding plainly the
"by-by-by."
"Say, 'stop that,'" repeated the
mother.
"Stop a-that," answered the child.
"Say, 4 Ella.'"
"Ella," came in distinct articulation.
What do you hear?" asked the mother.
"Hark! hark!" repeated the child.
With tears standing in her eves. Mrs.
Avery sprang up, placed the boy in a scat
caught a bit of paper from the table, and
a few. words upon it This she
handed to the justice, who read it and
nodded assent
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Then the mother, turning to her
boiu :
"Georgie. mamma is cminv in nrav
Instantly the boy closed his eyes, and
folded bis hands across his breast And
the mother repeated, in slow and earnest
worus:
" Oh, thou Father of the orphan, and the
widow's God, protect this mother and her
CniKL"
There was quite a pause before the little
fellow opened his eyes and unfolded his
nanus, men he extended them to his
mother, and clung to her with all his
strength, refusing to be removed from her.
Those words had brought back recollec
tion, and all was with him as if he had
never been separated from that parent
The justice held up the paper, and his
m icra nee was choked as he said :
Mrs. Avery wrote noon this slin Inst
what the boy would do when she spoke of
nraycr. tie nas done it The child be
longs to her."
I here were few dry eyes in that court
room, and while the true mother smiled
agaju-wajh. joy, the kidnappers were thor
oughly crushed. They slunk from the
place, and to avoid a further investigation,
they left the city, and all trace of them
was lost.
But the whole facts of the case after
ward transpired. Mrs. Bradley had mar.
ned against her father s wishes, and that
father had sworn a solemn oath that he
would disinherit her. After a time he
relented, but would not bteak his oath.
And to "whip the devil around the
stump," he had made provisions that the
first child should have a very large annual
income, and at his own death that child
was to receive a splendid fortune. But
eleven years had passed since the mar
riage, and still the woman was without an
heir. The husband and wife visited
Europe, and were gone three years. Dur
ing this absence they had sent word home
that the old gentleman was a grand-father.
This was not the case, but one of pover
ty s children ot the suitable age, had been
adopted by them, and was to be palmed of!
as their own. I his was necessary, for
poverty was staring them in the face, and
only the will of her father would enable
them still to live in affluence.
On the passage over from England, the
child died. It became necessary for them
to find another, and on the very day of
tueir arrival, tney naa stolen that 01 Air 8.
Avery.
This is a strange world, and events
stronger than anything m fiction are oc
curring every day all around us.
Endorsing.
I am poor." wrote Horace Greeley to a
western mend last month, " but it is my
ovn fault, because I endorse other folks'
notes. One was brought to me to-day, for
5,000, which I must find a way to pay
within a few days. - I have fooled away at
least one hundred and nity thousand dol
lars trying to help others, and it has done
no good. Now 1 guess my foot is down.
will not endorse another note, bo you
see the stables all get locked after the
horses are stolen. Mr. Greeley's experi
ences as thus related are certainly anything
but agreeable ; but they are no worse than
other generously disposed men are con
stantly incurring. Who is there who can
not call off on his fingers' ends friend after
friend, financially crippled, at one time or
another, by endorsing other folks paper?
Mankind has been, unjustly perhaps.
divided into two classes, those who make
money and those who are trying to get it
away irom tuem. we would by no means
classify endorser seegers among the latter.
And yet it is too true that many of them
trade upon friendship, and take advantage
the very confidence reposed in them to
impose upon friends. The instances are
not uncommon of individuals persuading
acquaintances to become their backers, at
time when they are perfectly well aware
that their affairs are in such a precarious
condition, as to hazard the lortunes oi both.
The person who does this is nothing, if
not dishonest He is, if anything, worse
than the professional pilferer, for he makes
way with his neighbor's purse under the
guise ot iriendsmp. we allude to the in
dividual who deliberately involves an ac
quaintance with the hope of saving him
self. It is hard to resist the importunities of a
friend, one in whose honor and integrity
place implicit confidence, but it is a
still harder task to regain savings which
may be lost by yielding. It is an easy
matter to write one's name across the back
another's note, but just such strokes of
the pen have consigned thousands from
competence to poverty, compelling them
again begin at the foot of life's ladder
after struggling through long years to the
top. Nine times we may safely endorse,
but on the tenth occasion be caught and
brought under the sheriff's hammer.
It is therefore a good plan for persons
beginning the world, to resolve to rarely
place themselves in other people's power
endorsers. But some one may argue,
is nothing without friends, and they
made and retained only by conferring
those tavors, good turns, and kind offices
which constitute the groundwork of social
relations. To this we would reply, that
friendship is worth having which will
stand the test of a refusal to blindly
endorse, xen to one the mend who cuts
loose trom you, on such grounds, is a
good riddance. You are to be congratu
lated that you have separated from him,
before he separated you Irom your pocket-
boo K.
Dean Swift's maxim, that " we must
carry money in the head, not in the
hears" applies to just such occasions as
these, when one is asked to risk his own
pecuniary welfare for that of a friend.
Not that we would have individuals be
come old Scrooges and steel their hearts
against all appeals for aid, but a man has
own family first to think of and pro
vide for. It is a duty which he owes to
them, to le we them, if possible, with a
comnetence. should he be called suddenly
away by death. Henry Ward Beecher de
clared, in a recent discourse, that it was
duty of every one to strive to accumu
late wealth. " Independence," said Fran
cis Horner's father to his son on Btarting
in the world, " is a grand object to
every man of spirit" ' We should aim to
possess riches for the good we can achieve
with them ; and for the same reason we
should hold on to them when acquired,
instead of "fooling " them away on other
people's notes, as Mr. Greeley sadly con
fesses that he has dene. Hearth and
Home.
That Little Lamb Again.
A beautiful voung damsel, who de
lighted in the rare and euphoneous ap
pellation of Mary, possessed a diminutive
creature of the genu lam kinut, whose
capillary appendage was as white as parti
cles of congealed moisture commonly call
ed snow. Everywhere that Mary pere
grinated, the little quadruped was inclin
ed to accompany her. He followed her to
Literary Institution one day,' a pro
ceeding diametrically opposed to the rules
thereof, for it incited the members of the
youthful generation to loud cachinations
frolicsome infantile gambols, to see
of the genu lam kinut where only the
homo were accustomed to congregate.
the pedagogue unanimously exclud
ed and excommunicated him, but still he
lingered in the vicinity of those hallowed
precincts, in patient waiting until his vis
ual organs were gladdened by the appear
of the aforesaid Mary. Then with
out delay he propelled himself rapidly to
ward her. and trustingly laid his phreno
logical developments upon the prolonga
tion of her shoulder, as if to say: "lam
longer faint-hearted. Who's afraid?
will avert all threatening peril i
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS.
A Maiden Speech Ask papa.
Ccpid-itt 'Marrying for money.
Will-fox Mes Judges of Probate.
A Tuts to Run When you are in
hurry.
A Joint Apfair with but a Single
Pabtt to it Rheumatism.
The Washington Life avoids the faults
oi both mutual aud stock companies.
It is only ngly men whom women tell
they can t bear handsome ones.
A bot who undertook to ride a horse
radish is now practicing on a saddle of
muuon.
The Directors of the Mutual Life, of
uuicago, are among tKe best men in the
nonuwest
A bill giving mimed women their
separate earnings has been passed by the
rennsyivama legislature.
The greatest " pain annihilator " is said
to be a boy who has smashed 1.000 win
nows uus year.
A horse that trots a mile to sulky in
2:15 is exciting San Francisco. The ani
mal was rescued from b butcher's cart
Ex Governor Stanford his paid S3.900
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ior nun.
A student at Yale startled the class at
recitation the other day. "What stars
never set ? asked the professor, and
" Roo-stars f was his prompt reply, tub
" Shot through the heart' is a common
expression, yet out of 87,832 cases of gun
shot wounds reported during the late war.
it is said that in only four cases the bullet
wounded the heart
A Califoiinian has offered premiums
to tne amount oi twenty dollars, to be
divided to the five girls, under fifteen years
of age, who can cut and make the five
best calico dresses to be exhibited at the
next State Fair.
A venerable joke in a new dress :
What return," a Justice cries,
I Don that writ for Kmith'a arreft!"
The ready clerx at once replies,
'Tia written on the writ, tom
jVo f4f, indeed I Imagine if you can.
Joe Smith's surprise when called an 'onest man P
A New York man having become the
victim of an execution for one hundred
and fifty dollars eleven years ago, had to
give bail not to go beyond the limits, and
ever since has managed to content himself
in the city.
Two honest and obstinate Lewis County.
n. i., larmere nave a lawsuit about a
patch of land, worth perhaps ten dollar-".
which has lately been tried for the fifth
time. The fees and costs incurred thus
far amount to several thousand dollars.
C. A. Trench, at Light street Colum
bia County, Pa, has built an office entirely
of paper. The paper was manufactured
in his mill expressly for the house, and is
a heavy manilla. The roof and siding,
inside and outside, is paper, and the only
wood in the structure is the floor, doors
and windows. The house is an experi
ment. The New York MaU tells the following
suggestive story, for the edification of
young ladies addicted to the free distribu
tion of their pictures: "A short tune ago.
a very strict young lady in society gave
ner photograph to a devoted admirer tor
his locset two days alierward her
brother found it on the floor of a billiard
saloon, decorated with a pair of mustaches
and an immense cigar, artistically done
with a pin."
In Vermont the ratio of annual
divorces foots up for seven years a
total of 730 divorces to 15,710 mar
riages, or a ratio of 1 to 21. In
Massachusetts, for a period of four years,
there was a total of 1,022 divorces to 45,
372 marriages, a ratio of 1 to 44. In Ohio,
in 1806, the divorces were 1,169; mar
riages 30,479, or a ratio of 1 to 27. In
Connecticut, in a period of eight years,
the divorces foot np 2,910; marriages 33,
227, a ratio of 1 to 11.
A western lady writes to a noted editor
on behalf of her husband: "Won't you,"
she says, ." see if you can get him a situa
tion as cashier in a bank in New York, or
something of that sort ? He is very quick
at figures. If you can't get him that
place, will you please get him one as con
ductor? I know you can do it And if
you can't get him a situation there, won't
you lend him 13,000, so he can start a hat
store here? lie will pay you, and I will
see that he doea."
How to Mend Stockings. We were
amused the other day at a lady friend's ac
count of the manner in which her servant
ejirl mended her stockings. When a hole
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apueureu ui uu tots, xnurei lieu a string
around the stocking below the aperture
and cnt off the projecting portion. This
operation was repeated as often as neces
sary, each time pulling the stocking down
a little, until at last it was nearly all cut
away, when .Bridget sewed on new legs,
and thus kept her stockings always in re-
pauiI'oruana lratucnpt.
An eminent journalist in ' Kalamazoo.
Mich., declared in his paper that a rival
editor had seven .toes. The rival editor
thereupon came out in a double-leaded
article, in which he denounced the state
ment as untruthful, and declared that the
" author of it was a liar and a scoundrel."
The eminent journalist replied that he
didn't for a moment wish to have it under
stood that he meaut that all seven if
those toes were on one foot And now
the rival editor tries to avoid the public
scorn by asking his readers seriously, "Are
these subjects which ought to be dis
cussed in organs whose duty it is to mold
public opinion? '
The Corydon (Iowa) Monitor says
Two days since, a pair of turtle-doves lit
on a door-yard fence in Corydon. One
was seen to teke wing toward the house,
and was probably bio wn against it by the
strong wind, for in a moment it lay dead
on the ground at the corner of the house.
The other one flew to the epot, walked
around its mate, whose sudden stillness it
did not understand, called it and tried,
with many manifestations of affection, to
gain its attention. For an hour it perse
vered, and moved to tears the household
that witnessed the circumstance. Another
dove came and lit not far away, and the
two flew away together." -
The Last Man Brotherhood, of Phila
delphia, consists of thirty-three members,
all printers save one, and was organized
on the 10th ot February, 18.o. The mem
berg pay ten cents yearly towards a fund
to enable the last living man to enjoy his
lonely supper. The association holds its
anniversary on the third Saturday of Feb
ruary. The last survivor will receive the
nhotopranhs of the entire rrouD sunerblv
framed, a bottle of wine, and the fund
raised for his especial benefit Since the
y.tranization. out of the sixteen voun crest
members ten have died, while but two
have departed from the seventeen oldest
thus somewhat reversing the old adage,
" The old must die, the young may die.
An old lady read an item in one of the
papers, the other day, describing how a
frindstone burst in a saw-factory, and
illed four men. She just happened to re
member that there was a small grindstone
down in her cellar, leaning up against the
wall. So she went out and got an acci
dent insurance policy, and then. Summon
ing the hired girl, and holding the pie
board in front of her, so that il the thing
exploded, her face would not be injured,
she had the stone taken out in the alley,
where twenty -four buckets of water were
thrown on it and a stick was stuck in the
hole, bearing a placard, marked " Danger-,
ous." She says it's a mercy the whole'
house waa not blown to pieces by the
tiling before this.
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Youths' Department.
MATTIE'S WANTS AND WISHES.
I
I wairrs a piece of eal'eo
To make my doll a dese;
I doesn't want a big piece,
A yard'll do I gueta.
I wif h you'd fred my needle,
And And my Sjnble toe
I has each heaps a sowin
I don't know what to da.
My Hepey tared her apron
A tum'lin'down the stair.
And Cesar's lost his pantnoona
And needs anoazer pair.
I wants my Maud a bonnet.
She hasn't none at all.
And Fred Diu-t hare a jacket.
Ilia oazer one's too small.
I wants to eo to grandma's.
You promised me I mipht,
J know she'd like to see me,
I wants to go to night.
Ehe lets me wash the dishes.
And see in grandpa's watch
I wish I'd free, four pennies
To hvyaoaaa atter-eootch.
f wants some newer mittens
I wish you'd knit me somC,
Cane most my linger freeaea, - I
Tbey Itait so in the fum.
I woie'd tn outlast summer,
A pullin' George's sled :
I wish you wouldn't lanchao
It hurts me in.my head.
I wish I had a eoekie,
I m hungry'e I can be.
If rou hasn't pretty large ones
You'd better bring me free.
I wlh I had a p'ano
Won't you boy me one to keep?
O dear I I feels so tired,
I wants to go to sleep.
1'onM'a Companion.
FIVE LITTLE STITCHES.
Five little stitches! And they wer
taken more than twenty-five years ago.
And why should they be remembered more
than thousands of other stitches taken hv
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mu raujc uugers i will tell you.
Little Rose went to the " infant school "
then. It was a very happy place for the
uuie ioias. iney nau no hard lessons in
arithmetic or geography. The nearest ap
proach to lessons was saying over the
multiplication table " in a sort of rhym
ing concert " Twice one are two. twice
two are four;" while the teacher slid along
uic iiuio nuuuen d&iis on tne wire irame.
to suit the words. No, but when the
marching and singing was over, there
were plenty of busy fingers learning to
Bcvr.
Rose was making blocks of patchwork
" ninepatch," her mother called it You
all know what that is. Rose's mother cut
the small squares and basted them neatly
for Rose to sew "over and over," one
block a day. And it was Rose's
delight to show her mother the neatly fin
ished block each night and be able to say,
"I did it all myself." One warm June
day Rose found her needle rather dull, and
the new pink chintz so hard to sew; her
fingers trembled, when she came to where
the four corners met, and she tried in vain,
with her little thimbleless finger, to push
the needle through so many thicknesses of
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ciuio. one looaea at tne lime girl who
sit next her on the long bench an older
gin tnan rtose by two years, and rich In
ine possession oi a - real silver thimble.
Rose passed the block to Pogue (a curious
name, but her very own, and it rhymed
with her sur-name, too) and motioned to
the little hard corner, touching her thkn-
uie anu noticing and winking significantly.
rogue unaerstoou, and taking the nine-
patch sewed very neatly over the hard
place Rose watching carefully lest she
snouiu oo too much. one. two. three.
four, five stitches, and oh. so neatly done !
Rose bowed and smiled -her thanks, and
put in a stitch or two as neatly as possible
next to the " five," when she stopped in
dismay at a thought that pepped into her
conscientious nine head. " 1 can t tell
mother I did it all myself." It would have
taken away half her pleasure not to be able
to say this. And yet it was so very little
i i . a . -. r . , . , .
oniy just live stitcnesi x neeon t mind
that," came the temptation ; " I can say I
did it myself, for that's almost nothing."
But it in help," another voice said, "and
you d better say 4 1 did it nearly alL' But
Rose couldn't make up her niind to say
this. Her mother would be sure to think
if Pogue sewed any of it, likely she made
nan tne diock, at least one seam across.
So you see it was a real struggle.
And how do you suppose she settled it?
Alter loosing at it about as long as it has
taken me to tell you this. Rose unthreaded
her needle and very deliberately picked
out those five stitches, and' then went to
work and sewed them over herself. And
she is glad to-day that she did. Not be
cause it might not have been foolish for
her to be so anxious about the credit of
doing the work all herself no; but be
cause it was her first resistance to the
temptation to tell a falsehood ! And re
sisting once always makes it easier to re
sist again. So I do not think Rose ever
told a deliberate falsehood since that day
when she came so near making a black
spot in her memory instead of a bright
one. Does any little girl think Rose made
too much of such a little thing? Oh, no.
is just as much stealing to take five pen
nies from another's purse as five dollars,
and it would have been as much falsehood
for Rose to have left Pogue's five little
stitches in her work and said she " did it
all," as if Pogue hsd sewed half the block,
and she had said the same thing. And
Rose knew it, and is glad to-day, as she
was then, that if she mast have credit for
doing all the work she picked out those
five little stitches."
Laughing Children.
GrvB me the boy or girl who smiles as
soon as the first rays of the morning sun
glance in through the window, gay, happy
and kind. Such a boy will be fit to "Tnake
" into a man at least when contrasted
with a sullen, morose, "crabbed" fellow,
who snaps and snarls like a surly cur, or
growls and grunts like an untamable hye
na, from the moment he opens his red and
angry eyes till he is " comforted " by his
breaklast ouch a girl, other things being
lavorabie, will oe good material to aid in
gladdening some comfortable home, or to
refine, civilize, tame and humanize a rude
brother, making hiru more gentle, affec
tionate and lovable.
It is a ftast to even look at such a ioy-
inspiring girl, such a woman-bud, and see
the smiles flowing, so to speak, from her
parted lips, displaying a set of clean, well
brushed teeth, looking almost the personi
fication of beauty and goodness, singing,
and as merry as the birds, the
wide-awake birds, that commenced their
morning concert long before the lazy
boys dreamed that the glorious sun was
approaching and about to pour a whole
flood of joy-inspiring light and warmth
upon the earth. Such a girl is like a gen
shower to the parched earth, bestowing
kind words, sweet smiles, and acts of
mercy to all around her the joy and light
the household.
It has been well said that 44 there are
muscles to raise the upper lip. as in
laughing, and only one to draw it down ;
therefore we should laugh twice to crying
onct. 1 here may be a time for weeping,
even for mourning and melancholy ;
cheerfulness, good nature and joy are far
more favorable to the health of the body
mind. Excessive grief often arrests
action of the stomach, and produces
disease. The cheerful and hopeful are far
more healthy than the morose, the tour.
fretful and the scolding mortals, who
never see the sunlight of cheerfulness or
sociability, but who scowl and frown
look daggers," andM? two-edged swords,
toward all who dare to come with in reach
thenwOtawr Optic' t Magaeine I
Frank and Susie.
" There, that kitten's run into tna nan.
try!" said Mrs. Lee. as eh hnn4in.
about her dinner. " C hiluren. one nf fi
get her out, won't you f
-1 will, - aaia r rank, clattering mto the
pantry. " Here, 'scat, clear out 1'
Poor kitty, frightrned by the noise,
ran wildly in every direction but that of
the door, and finally crept behind a
barrel.
When he found that she would cer
tainly stay where ahe was as long as he
scolded, he tried coaxing. But it was
too late for that: kitty would not trust
him.
4 Here, kitty. kitty: come little kitty."
said Susie, in gentle tones, as she came
with quiet footfall Into the pantry. Kitty
knew that pleasant voice; ahe put her
head out, but hesitated.
"Come kitty, dear little kitty," said
Susie, again : and kitty at once ran out.
and Susie carried her off.
Mrs. Lee had heard it aH.
" Which do you think the better way.
my boy," laying her hand on Frank s
shoulder, " Susie or yours f-
" Susie a," Frank replied.
Gentleness and kindness are better
than roughness, and the rule of love bet
ter than that of fear. '
The Shortness of Time.
Live as long as you may, the first
twenty years of your life is the longest
half of it:" this was said by one of our
modern writers, and I doubt whether any
thing more true was ever said by any
man.
Don't you flud you that have reached
middle life, and you that are approaching
middle life that time passes much more
quickly than it nsed to pass ? Don't you
bod, when ' the evening cornea and the
day's work is over, that it seems only a
few moments since the day s work began?
You may have been very busy, but when
you return home to your children, it ap
pears a very short time since you left them,
in the morning. Of course there are ex,
ceptional seasons, as when health ia baf j
or when a heavy grief presses on you : but
on the whole, is it not now a subject of
constant remark that the days pasa with
incredible rapidity?
And don t you remember when the case
was very different? Don't yon remember
how long the day used to be.- when you
yourself Were a child what a crowd of
delightful interests multiplied and diversi
fied the houra and how extensive the
prospect was when you looked toward the
future? The fact is, you and your chil
dren are living lives of different lengths
in the same space of time. The day is far
longer to them than to you. They feel as
if time would never end. You feeL when
you think of it, as if its beginning and its
ending were almost the same. When
they lay their little heads on the pillow,
wtary with their twelve hours' play their
toys broken their excitement about trifles
at an end their merry laugh, their eager
quarrels, at length brought to a pause
those twelve hours have been to them a
very large period in their existence.
Your toys too, perhaps, are broken yon
too may have been occupied with trifles
your laughter may have been thoughtless
your quarrels inconsiderate but your
longer, your more responsible day, has
been far shorter than theirs.
It might not be very difficult to explain
this. Our sense of the lapse of time doea
not depend entirely, or even chiefly, on
the duration of the time itself. When im
pressions are vivid, forcible and fresh, the
time seems long. When the events of our
lives are monotonous and uniform if only
meanwhile we are in diligent occupation
the time seems short Any man may
test this for himself by comparing passages
of his own experience. The first few days
spent in a new place are longer than those
that succeed them ; but soon the novelty is
past and then the stream moves on, quiet
ly and rapidly as before. And no one, on
the other side, needs to be reminded that
days of anxiety and watching, when the
mind is consciously on the stretch, are
frightfully long. At the battle of Water
loo, for instance, can you not imagine, if
you remember the circumstances of that
engagement how different wm the length
of that snmraer day to the great captain,
on the one hand, on whom rested all the
suspense and responsibility, and to some
private soldier in the ranks, on tne ouier.
actively occupied, and with nothing to
think of but be prompt and to obey?
How desirable then to mane sure oi do
ing something in the present which, really
will bear good fruit in the future i
Anecdote of Webster.
A correspondent at Galveston, Texas,
sends the following to Harper' Monthly :
In looking over a note-booE or my
father's written many years ago, I came
across an anecdote, which, if it has never
appeared m print before, is too good to oe
lost While John Branch, of North
Carolina, was General Jackson's Secretary
of the Navy, he, TazwelL and Daniel
Webster were walking on the north bank
of the Potomac, at Washington. Tazwell,
willing to amuse himself with Branch's
simpUcity said, 44 Branch, IH bet you a
ten-dollar hat that I can prove that you
are on the other eide ot the river."
" Done," said Branch."
"Well" said TazwelL Pointing io tne
opposite shore, " isn't that one ride of the
nverr
" Yes.
" Well, isn't this the other tide f
a yea."
" Then as you are here are you not on
the other side ?"
Why, I declare," said poor Branch,
"so it is! But here comes Webster. Ill
win back the hat from him."
Webster had lagged behind, but now
came up, and Branch accosted him :
"Webster, I'll bet you a ten-dollar hat
that I can prove that you are on the other
side of the river."
" Done !"
" Well, isn't this one side f
" WelL isn't that the other tide r '
" Yes, but Jam not on that tide."
Branch hung his head, and submitted to
the loss of the two hats as quietly as he
could.
On Time!
Tp tailors, boot-makers and tradesmen
generally did but know it the public hold
punctuality in as high estimation as per
fect fits. As there is nothing more annoy
ing than repeated delays after a thing has
been promised, so there is nothing more
satislactory to tne customer mi n uo
served according to agreement Those
tradesmen make a mistake who habitually
promise what they know themselves they
cannot perform. A purchaser, after being
disappointed two or three times, seeks
some other establishment, it nas ueeu
truly observed that men " who are habit
ually behind time are habitually behind
success." They are always losing custom
ers, never contrive to establish permanent
relations with buyers, and make no head
way, while others who are prompt and do
as they agree to do, extend the number of
their patrons, and acquire wealth. An in
quiry into the records of all successful
business men will show that; punctuality
has been one of their virtues. No one has
or can succeed without it, however supe
rior their qualifications in other respects.
Hearth and Home.
The largest paper in the world is said
to be the Hereford (England) Time, "es
tablished in 1832. It is published weekly,
consists of two sheets, each consisting of
eig ht pages, each page of seven columns ,
the columns being longer than those of
the London Timet, and each page con
tains one more column than a page of the
Time. In addition, a railway table of
seven columns ia published every month,
and given away with the newspaper, the
price of the whole being three and a half
cents. A notable feature is the indices
one index referring to every department
of news and advertisement and the other
referring to the auction advertisements,
the latter forming a distinguished I feature.
The paper is published in a cathedral city
otlesVthon 20,000 initanti The av
erage circulation exceeds 10,000 copies,
and the advertisements during 1870 num
bered more than 20,000.
It has been said that pantaloons ob
tained on credit are "breeches of trust"

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