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I met the Browns lust week they said
That you wt'.re coming over,
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And what a rush then was for berth*!
Twas almost like a puuie.
I'm mighty glad to meet you, Will
Where are you going*"
"Good! so am I. I've i*ot to meet
My cousin, Charley Harris,
-morrow. He and I have planned
A little trip together
Thn jni*-11 .Switzerland on foot I hope
We'll have tsuine decent weather.'
car« there! h»ld your hat it
A tfirl ho really splendid.
1 Hi--re, bi voirI, \oii t-ee the spirt#,
"'b-re, Will, stop a minn'
By jove* l..ok llitri t!ia' •_?ir! hi s ray.
With red tlowers in her txmnet!
I do declare I —ye.-, -it'rt she
I'd take my oath upon it.
What luck! if I hud only known!
How can it be I missed t.erV
Lok? here ,-he come*!"
"Why, Fred, you f•
That tfirl in trray rn\ sister!"
JU Autobiographi, al sketch of the Veteran
Soldier and Senator.
The following letter from Gen. Joseph
fpane appears in the Charlotte, N. C., 06
t$rver. It is tinted at Kosenburir, Oregon,
July 17, 1879, and in addressed ton lady
friend and relative at Charlotte.
Madam—Your letter of the 1st
alt. has been received. I thank you for
it, and would have answered ere this but
for a press of business that could not be
I am the grandson of .J ease Lane, one
Of the three brothera mentioned in your
letter, who lived where lialeigh now
ata*!s. The. three brothers were born
near where they lived away back in colo
nial times were clever, intelligent, old
style gentlemen, and did good service in
the war of the Revolution. My father,
John Lane, entered the army while juite
youity just in tnue to be in the battle
of King's Mountain, ami remained in the
army until the surrender of (Cornwall
is at
Yorktowu. He voted lor George Wash
ington the second term, North Carolina
hiving adopted the constitution after his
first eU •etion he then voted for John Ad
ams, first and only term, then tor Jeli'er
»on, two terms, then for Madison, for
Monroe, Jaekson,rtc,.
My father and uncle, Charles Lane, set
tled in Buncombe in 17?).1!, where they
•jxMit money, time and much labor in an
•nort to cstaolish iron-works near where
Asheville now stands, but tailed to ac
complish their object.
In 17U8 my father, then alnmt 40
ears old, married my mother, Elizabeth
I am the second son. and was
born in Buncombe, within four miles ol
Asheville, on the 14th of December, 1801.
In 1^04 my father left Buncombe for
Henderson county, Kv., where I was rais
ed. I married young, raised ten children
—six sons avid tour (laughters—all now
but one, a son, who diet! of cholera
In New Orleans, in December, 1848. The
Others are living in this state, all married
but one, to-wit: Col. John Lane, a grad
Bate of West Point, who resigned at the
Commencement of the late civil war,
Joined the Southern army, came out at
the end of the war badly whipped, and1
returned to Oregon. I
My life has been an eventful one. I
was elected to the legislature ot Indiana'
in 1828 from the counties of Vander burg
and W arwick, where I had settled some
years before, and continued to serve in
thti tetate legislature oft und on until
how this steamer tonnes I
I I'm never seasick Charley is.
Though. every time lie crosses.
Who's with you. Will?"
"I'm traveling with
My sifter and my mother
They're hoth below. I oainu on deck
It's close enough to smother
Down there These chaps don't care a snap
For ventilation, han# 'em!
Where did you stop in London? We
Were stopping at the Lanyham."
"You were* Why. no wan I. But then
I only got there Sunday
At breakfast lime, and went away
The afternoon of Monday
And yet within that short sojora
I lost my heart completely
Bueh style! such eyes! such rosy cheOki!
i,. Such lips that smiled so sweetly!
jf I only »uw her twice, and then
Don't lauifh--'twas at a distance
But, Will, my boy, tell you what,
In all my blent existence
I ne'er before net eyes upon
But, pshaw! 1 couldn't stay, ami so
My short-lived vision# ended.
I don't suppose, she'll erer know
How I, a Btrmiger, love, her."
'Who was she, Fred?"
"Ah! that's )u*t it
I couldn't e'en discover
Her name, or anything at all
About her. Broken-hearted,
I Haw it wasn't any use
To try ho of! 1 started
And here 1 am. disconsolate.*'
"All for an unknown churnier!
You're soft, my boy. Let's strol! abaft
The sea is growing calmer
Or forward, if you like. The view
May make jmir feeling rally.
We're drawing near to France, in half
An hour shall be at Calais,
See! thereV tlii t.iwn, ai-d, just this si'
Tkc port with shipping in it
'46. when I resigned a seat in the Senate
and entered the army then being organ
ized for the war with Mexico soon
raised from the position ot private to that
of birgadier, and came onto! service at the
close of tin* war a major-general. My first
battle, Bucna Vith, was under Taylor, then
transferred to Scott's line, and saw and
helped to fight as many, it not more, bat
tles than any officer of that war. Very
soon after peace was made with Mexico
I was appointed by Mr. Polk, then
President, governor of Oregon ter
ritory and ex-oflicio superintendent of In
dian affairs. The trip to reach my post
ot duty had to be made across the plains
in the winter, a feat that had not before
then been accomplished. But I had at
the request of Mr. Polk undertaken the
journey, and with hurried preparations an
escort of twenty men, under Lieut. Haw
kins, left Fort Leavenworth on the 10th
day of September, 1848, Hid after a hard
struggle arrived at Oregon City on the 2d
of March, 184i, and on that day lnsued a
proclamation making known that tin!
laws of the United States, by act of Con
gress, had leen extended aver the terri
tory of Oregon that I had been duly fl
eeted governor, had taken the oath of of
fice and bad entered upon the duties
thereof. Weil, I continued in office, at
tended to the interests of tiie good people,
and also to the Indian affairs, brought
the murderers of our people, Chief Tilo
kite and lour of hi* braves, to trial
and the gallows, had several lights with
different tribes, came near being killed,
was very badly wounded, placed rela
tions on a good footing with all the
tribes, and in 1851 wjis ejected delegate
to Congress was four times elected dele
gate, and then elected one of Oregon's
tirst United States Senators retired from
the Senate in 1801. In 1870, on the 16th
of August, my good and beloved wife
died. Since then lived alone on my
ranch in the mountains, twelve miles
from this place, until now. I have just
finished a neat little home, where I thick
I shall spend my days unto the end. i
am in a quiet part of ouy town near some
ol my children, with whom I *hall take
my meals, and htiil live alone in my
pleasant little home. My son Lafayette,
who represented this state in the Forty
fourth Congress, lives near my house lie
is the youngest of my ten children, i
good lawyer and kind son.
And now, returning to the old family:
1 visited in 1800, North Carolina, and my
lather's lirth-ph:ee, the old home of my
grundt.-ither, four miles from Kahigh.
In llalcigh I visited the house in which
•loci Lane lived at the time he de-d( us
a present to the state 040 acres of hind,
on whn the city now stands called at
the state-house, where the records are
kept, to look at the deed of conveyance
saw many relatives, and spent several
days with my cousin, David L. Swain, at
Ghapel Ihll, and learned much about out
family, and intended to visit Buncombe,
but didtnot. Had 1
carried out mv pro­
gramme I might have enjoyed the pleas
ure of seeing you.
Of my grandfather's family there were
eight sons and eight daughters. My
aunts married gentlemen named respec
tively as follows: Khoda was married to
Rakestraw, Patience to John Hart, Re
becca to Lucky, Sally and Polly to broth
ers named Kilpatriek, Winnifred to Rog
ers, Elizabeth to Parson Montgomery,
and your grandmother, Carrie, married
David Lowiie. My father and L'ncle
John llart, Matt. Barber and one other
gentleman, whose name 1 forget, and
Uncle Lowry, were in pursuit of Indians
who hatt been stealing and robbing the
outside settlers, and—all five wen good
Indian fighters—venturing too far were
attacked by a large party of warriors.
Barber, Lowry and the other, after hard
fighting, were killed my tat her and Hart
made good their escape. Sometime after
Aunt Carrie married Swain, whose son,
David Swain, I had corresponded
with for many ycare before I made
his aeqaintance at Chapel Hill, as
above mentioned. All the eight sisters
were nobh good and true women. oft
en saw your grandmother, but was to
young to remember her. Gov. Swain oft
en spoke of her with much love and re
spect. and es'eenied her one of the best
mothers and most lovable of women.
The eight sons of my grandfather were
named as follows: Charles, Joel, Jona
than, Simon, John, Richard, Joseph and
Jessie. Gov. Colquitt ol Georgia is the
son ot tilt daughter of my uncle Jo. Lane.
I met him in Mexico and served with him
in Congress. My grandfather moved from
Georgia to Illinois when lie was 84 years
of age, and kiiled many buffaloes in that
then new ami uninhabited country. He
died at 88. I know but littio of the
whereabouts of many of my cousins.
They are scattered over the Southern
A e in Ducks.
A good story is told of the Rev. Myron
W. Reed. While out with a hunting
party several days ago, his comrades in
sisted upon his cooking the dinner, and
left him in camp for that purpose, some
what against his wish. A large hawk
alighted in the top of a tree bard by, and
a moment afterwards the sportsman's gun
brought him to the ground. He was an
cient and tough, and suited admirably
the compulsory couk's purpot-efe. He was
put into the pot with a couple of fine
ducks. The dinner was served, ami pro-!
nounced excellent, with the simplequuli
fication that there seemed to hr a •'deuced
difference in those ducks." But the in-j
nocent-looking cook held his peace, and
made his own selections, and "ducks and
hawk quickly disappeared from the table.1
"Did you tell them about iu' Asked he
who heard the story. "Tell them!" ant
wered the reverend gentleman, with an
emphatic, shrug "they'd have drowned
Irenaeuss Eve and the Virgin Mary,
British Quarterly Review.
In regard to the interpretation of the
Old Testament, it must be admitted that,
in accordance with the custom of his
times, Irenttius gave the reins to his
imagination, indulging in the most un
constrained observation of analogies to
Christian doctrines. And for this he ad
duces the authority of the ancient pres
byter he so often quotes. From him he
learned not to reproach the patriarchs
und prophets with those sins for which
the Scriptures reproves them, for they
were remitted by the advent of Christ,
while in regard to those which the Scrip
tures only mention, but do not blame,
we should not impute sin, but seek a
type, for none of these are idly told, or
without some spiritual significance. The
wonder is that when hia adversaries
sought to establish their views by arbi
trary allegorical interpretations, lie did
not see that in indulging himself in nuch
interpretations, which were also arbritra
ry, he was not helping rather than op
posing them. To one of his analogies
we shall advert particularly, as has-been
recently supposed to present some
thing forshadowing the doctrine of
the Immaculate Conception. We mean
the analogy between the circum
stances ot Eve's temptation and
cum annunciation of the Virgin Mary.
Iremeus was not singular in his day inob*
serving this analogy, which is in sonu* re
spects so oblivious, that it has at all times
been noticed even by those who have
failed to perceive any special doctrinal
significance in it. We shall translate the
words Iremeus as nearly as we can from
the edition of the Joint Feuardent:
"When the Lord was coming to his own.
His own creature bearing Him which was
borne by Himself, and Wiis making a re
capitulation of that disobedience, which
was in respect to a :e« v that obedience
which was on tha tree, that seduction being
undone by which the Virgin Eve, alrcadv
«le iI.viI to a husband. Was ill-scdliecd,
the Virgin Mary, alp-ady betrothed to a
husband, wa*» well evangelized through
thi* truth by an angel. For as the one
wa.s st duc.'d by tin! discourse of mi nn^el,
that she migf.t get rid of God, going
contrary to his word, eo the other,
by the discourse of an ang I was
evangelized, that she might bear (bid, be
ing obedient to his word. And s the one
was seduccd that she might get rid of God.
so th other was persuadod to *bey God
of the Virgin Eve tin Virgin Mary might
become the advocate, (no doubt, parakle
tos, counselor,
meant and as the human
race was bound to death by meaiM a
virgin, so by means of a virgin it might be
loosed, virginal disobedience being bal
ancing an even scale by virginal obedience.
For the sin heretofore of the first created
was receiving emendation bv the chastise
ment of the first Ix'g.dten, the wisdom of
the serpent being vanquished in the nm
piicity jf the dove while the bonds were
united by which we were bound to death."
Toe same analogy is drawn ut less con
cisely in iii. {3. There are, however, a
few differences. The assumption that
Eve was a virgin at the time of the fall is
there justified by another pure assump
tion, that the newly-formed couple were
as yet immature. The Virgin Maiy. by
her obedience, became a cause of salvation,
as Eve, by disobedience, became a cause
of death. The obedience, however, is
represented as a consequence of predesti
nation, which has a clang of Calvanism
akout it which seems strange in so great
an advocate ot tree will as our author
was. God predistinated the animal man
first, to wit, that he mig^t be saved by
the spiritual man. As the Saviour pre
existed, it behooved that what might be
saved should lie created, that the word
Saviour should not be void of
meaning. Consequently the Virgin
Mary is found obedient, saying, "Be it
unto me according to my word.'1 This
seems to negative the idea of any merit
on her part. If she is said to have loosed
through faith what Eve had bound
through unbelief, the way in which the
untying of the knot is explained implies
that Mary was herself entangled in the
knot in a manner quite inconsistent with
the notion in reference to which the an
alogy is relied on. The recircliug back
of Mary upon Eve is fancifully illustrated
by the loosing of what is tied into a knot.
This can only be effected by the turning
back of one of the fastenings into anoth
er, whereby there is a loosening of the)
knotted cords. Mary must therefore
have been herself entangled in the knot
untied by her being turned back
Corn Bread.—Take two qviaita of In
dian meal, wet with three pints of warm
water add a tables[KKiuful «f yeast, the
tsaine of salt, two of kugw: let it gtand in
a warm place five hours then add one
and a half teacupfuls of flour and a half
pint of warm water let it rise again an
hour and a half then pour it into a well
greased pan and when light, bake in a hot
oven: it is best cold. Prize bread.
A Double Surprise.
Dr. I) of Salina, who, by flic wjsy,
was very tall and thin, was a most earn
est anatomical student, and to facilitate
his researches upon this subject he had
obtained and mounted a complete skele
ton, which was so put together that the
ointvs would work similarly to those in
the living body.
This "specimen," as he termed it, was
kept hanging in a small closet which
opened from his office, and in order to
examine it when necessary, the doctor
had contrived a plan by which when he
pulled a certain cord near his study table
the closet door would open and the skele
ton be drawn into the room along the
wire upon which it was suspended.
Further than this, he had also made cer
tain attachments of small cords so that
when his bony visitor entered he would
move his feet, bow, and wave his hand in
a most courtly and friendly manner.
Altogether, the "specimen" and its ar
rangement were excellent for the doc
tor's purposes, and he was justly proud
of them.
Now it happened that our physician
had a great dislike ot peanuts. He de
tested them in the shell or out, baked or
raw and yet, as iB often the case, he
was continually importuned to buy
Especially was he troubled by one
small and persistent boy w'.io, with his
basket upon his arm, called daily at the
office and offered the obnoxious nut for
sale. It seemed to make no difference to
him that the gaunt surgeon regularly re
used to buy, with equal regularity the
small merchant presented himself anil
pressed his wares.
One morning Dr. was very busy,
hir- mind being full of an important ca~«'
which lie was about to attend. As usual
the door opened and u -queaky voice
"Pcanuis to-day, r: Fresh baked
peanut'-, ouiy ten cents a.quart!"
It was too much, and determined to
rid hbn^'lt :*t once and forever of this
untiring pest, the doctor replied, without
raising his head-~
peanuts for nv. my boy, and 1
wish you would n'scr m.ublc- me again."
"Any one in In'. asked the io_\,
pointing to the door of the closet, whieu
in took to l»e a door to another medical
This irritated the doctor, who pu!led
the skeleton chord. Tic door of the ca-c
opened noiselessly, and the skeleton sud
denly stepped out, with a kind of spirit
waltz, nodded in a ino-t patronizing
ir.anm and waving his hands.
For an instant the boy was petrified
then he hurled the basket, peanuts and
all, at the ghostly apparition, and fled.
A moment latter the doctor sprang to the
win low, and shouted to the fleeing ped
dler to return. Here were his wares
scattered about, and his basket—he must
not lose them.
But the boy heeded not, and only fled
faster. There was nothing to do but to
follow him.
Hastily replacing fhe "specimen." Dr.
gathered the peanuts in the basket,
and hurried down the strict in pursuit
of his visitor.
In the distance, he ceuld see him still
upon the run, and it was after quite a
chase, and with considerable difficulty,
that lie at length came within calling
When at last he did so, he found him
rclf in the very heart of the town, while
the boy was upon the opposite side of the
broad street, in front of the principal
Unable to pursae liim further, the doc
tor shouted.—
"Hi, there! You, peanuts, come here!
Here's your basket!'1
At the sound of his. voice, the young
peddler looked around, and for the first
time discovere I the physician apparently
about to overtake him, the peanut basket
in his hand. At first he halted, ami a
puzzled expression swept across ins face,
quickly followed, however, by a look of
recognition, ami shaking his head vigor
ously as he renewed his flight, he cried,
in answer—
"No, you don't, sir! I won't go near
you! Tou cant fool me, if j4ou have got
your clothe,s on
The doctor was now placed in a ridic
ulous position but amid the laughter of
the bystanders, to whom he told the story
in a few words, he droped a bill into the
basket and delivered it to a policeman to
return to its owner, while he hastened
back to his office and his work. The
boy learned a lesson of the peril of msist
ance, and the doctor found himseif the
subject of one of the drollest stories ol
the town.—Youth?* Companion.
A slight hint.—Aunt Tabitha: "Tell
your mamma, Rosic, I said you were a
very good girl for bringing the letter
around so carefully." Yes, aunt Tabitha,
and I'll tell her I didn't ask her for a
shilling, because she told me not to, aunt
Which Xhoaltl Be Treasured By 014 and
Did our young readers ever think how
little it takes to stain their character! A
single drop of ink is a very small thing,
vet dropped into a tumbler'of clear water
it blackens the whole and so the first lie,
the first oath, the fhst glass, they seem
very trivial, yet they leave, a dark stain
upon your character. Look out tor the
first stain,
If God hath given thee a son, be thank
ful, but tremble at the trust. He hath
confided to thee. Be to that child the
image ot Divinity, until he is ten years
old let him fear you, and until death Jot
him respect you. Until lie is ten year*
old be his master, until twenty his father,
and until death his friend aim to give
him principles rather than elegant man
ners, that he may owe thee an enlighten
ed rectitude and not frivolous elegance
make him an honest man rather than|a
man of dress.
Gossip entails on those who encourage
it absolute dishonor—we mean the dis
honor of repeating conversations, opin
ions, circumstances, not made under
promise of secrecy, but which a high
sense of honor would treat as confiden
tial. if haply a high sense of honor were
the rule. It is odd that one of the best
things a boy learns at school is to eschew
tale-bearing and keep faith with his com
panions, while one ot the most common
practices of society is to betray the trust
contained in talk, and repeat to all what
has been told in implied confidence to
one. This habit of repeating what we
hear is as fatal to the best intercourse of
to the finer feelings of integri­
Teach your boys that a true lady may
be found in calico quite as frequently as
in velvet. Teach them that a common
school education, with common-sense, is
better than a college education without
it. Teach them that one good honest
trade well mastered is worth a dozen beg
garly "professions." Teach them that
honesty is the best policy, that 'tis better
to be poor than to be rich on the profits
of "crooked whisky.' etc., and point
youi precept by the example of those who
are now seth ring tl.o torments of the
doomed. Teach them to respect their eld
ers and themselves. Teach them that,
as they expert lo be men some day, they
cannot too soon learn to protect the weak
and helpless.
True Society.
True society begins at home. When
two young people love each other, and
marry, they restore the picture of the
apostolic church. They are of one heart
and one soul neither do they say that
anything they possess is their own, but
they have all things in conumn. Their
mutual trust in each other, their con
fidence in each ot lier, draws out all that
is best in both. Love is the angel who
rolls away the stone from the grave in
which we bury our better nature, and it
comes forth. Lovc[makes all things new
makes a new heaven and a new earth
makes all cures light, all pain easy. It
is the one enchantment of human life
which realizes Fortunio's purse ami Alad
din's palace, and turns the "Arabian
Nights" into mere prose in comparison.
Think how this old story of love is re
peated forever in all novels and romances
and poems, and how we never tire of
reading abr-ut it and how, if there is to
be a wedding in the church, all mankind
go, ust to have one look at two persona
who are supposed, at lvast, to be in love,
and so supremely happy.
But this, also, is not perfect society.
It is too narrow, exclusive. It shows the
power of devotion, trust, self-surrender,
that there is the human heart and it
is also a prophecy of something arger
that is to come. But it is at least a home
and before real society can come, truo
homes must come. xVs in a sheltered
nook in the midst of the great sea of ic®
which rolls down from the summit of
Mont Blane is found a little gteen spot
full of tender flowers, so in the shelter
ot household love, springs up the pure
affection ot parent and child father,
mother, son, daughter of brothers and
sisters. Whatever makes this insecure
and divorce frequent, makes of marriage
not a union for fife, but an experiment
which may be tried as often as we choose,
and abandoned when we like. And thift
cuts up by the roots all the dear affec
tions of home leaves children orphaned,
destroys fatherly and motherly love ana
is a virtual dissolution of society. I know
the great difficulties of this question, and
how much wisdom is required to solve it.
But whatever weakens the performance
of marriage, tends to dissolve society, for
permanent homes are to the society state
what the little cells areto the body.
They an the commencement of organic
life, the centers from, which all organiza
tion proceeds.
When Payne, the author of "Home
Sweet Home," returned to Boston after
a long absence in Europe he called upon
a lady, an old school-mate, who said, "Mr»
Payne, don't you find Boston much
changed?"' "Yes madam,"' he answered,
"very much—I receive many invitations
to attend church, and very tew to dinner.

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