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A Journal for the People. Devoted to the Interest of Humanity. Independent In Polities and Religion. ttve to all Live Issues, and Thoroughly TUuHeal In Opposing and Exposing the Wrong ol the Maws. Oonwpondeuu writing over assumed signa ture mtut nmke known their names to the Editor, or no attention will be given to their COWIIMHlClfcHM. MBS- A. J. DO'IWAY, Editor and rroprletor. orric'K-for. Third nml Wslilntoil Sti- t Si ae Oney,.?!?MS' K 'ASOB: Six months - Three months-..." Free Speech, Free Paras, Fhee People. mi VOLTJ3IE 1. POItXIVISTO, OREGON, FRIDAY, NOVE5EBER 3, ln. NIDIBEK SO. TennYERTISEMEXTSlB,rten Reasonable tUI f HI 1 111 Itfl mm II IFSi Hi isBI I'or the New Northwest. Line to n Friend. BY WOUA woirrir. You wwitto know what UkUU have played Atesslbo pathway of my lire Amid what sonny paths I've utraycd, And it Vn mingled In the strife WMeh -we ure told Uy aged friends Kadi heart on earth will surely meet, Ere wHu it kindred earth it blends And passes thus to resting sweet. And twilight surely is the hour When memory relgnsas Fairy Queen, Who, with a gentle, mystic power, PfttaU vividly the sights we've keen ; And III tell you, truly tell you, Something of the ebb and flow Of the inner, stronger current Where life' shadows come and go. My childhood was, like mairyvothers, (arelems, liappy, light and free. Tilt I inlawed my gentle mother. When she crossed life's troubled sea; Oh! when childhood misses mother, Lonely wilt lm portion be 1 And I've tried long years to smother Tills great grief that came to me. Yet my youth knew many hours That were filled with pleasures fair. As I it rayed mkl the flowers. And, like them, was free from euro ; 1 felt the tide of life doth ever .Swiftly, surely, bear its on, And youth's golden days or treasure Are, alas! too xm all gone. The Honrs of life which memory holds Moatsacredare those when harmony blends ThoiioMer thoughts whteh the mind unfolds t those of our ehoen and on-tried frtetuJs; And many brijht pictures doth memory lirln Of bans thus eptut with tltose I hold dear. IMghtly crowned with the halo affection doth fling 0r the pathway ol llfe.wlileh without It were drear. Of tbefttoiHU whom I have trusted Soma are dead, and some there be Whom heart the eares or earth hntli rusted. And theae are worse than dead to me, for the bitterest, keenest sorrow That lay luart hath e'er received Ik when I have trusted otlters, AHU haw found myiself deceived. Now you know that I have tasted OriMtAs Joys and sorrows too, MtHfttetl as tltey are and must be AH of nty life's jmth way through ; Ratafee heart grown warm and tender Through the sorrows we may see, Ah I ftwl that God in wisdom Senas life's changes thus to me. JUDITH EEID; A Plain Story of a Plain 'Woman. Entered, aeenrdlng to the Aet or Congress, In tho aar 1S1, by Sirs. A. J. Dunlway, in the Office of the Librarian or Congress at Washing ten City. CHAPTER XXV. Sleep did not visit my weary couch j that night A presentiment of some coming calamity seemed to Fettle upon mo like a pall. Minnie, who shared my bed, was frequently awakened by my icy touch. My brain wa3 vividly awake and seemed illuminated by some airy, indescribable substance that filled the whole apartment. Never before had I experienced anything like it, and I men tion it here in the hope that science may some day explain it. If the impressions upon my brain on that nevcr-to-bc-for- gotton night could have been gathered in a volume as they occurred, the com pilation would be a marvelous produc tion of ideal fancies. A livid line of light ran through the fast receding years. I was a morbid, listless, nervous child again. In the little log loom-house I saw my mother toil as in the olden time, and at the mountain of burr-be- matted wool I pulled and picked, while the interminable Indian summer days dragged on their drowsy lengths. Again, as in the days agone, I repaired to my little room and listened through the live-long night to the silent breath ings of my sleeping parents and the te dious tickings of the old hail clock. xicK, iock, tick pick, pun, pick no body loves me and I'm siok tick, tock, tick." All this was heard again and again, and seemed as tangible to my senses as though I was really living over all the long-gone years. Again I arose from my childhood's couch and wandered out into the frosty air. Again I sought the foot path lead ing to the Fails, and again I listened to the walling miserere of the autumn leaves. Then came before me the long years of life at Dr. Armstrong's, the fretful wife, tiie heavy babies and the whole souled, philosophical benefactor of my childhood the man whose early indis cretion had wrought the ruin of a trust ing heart and the desolation of an un fortunate son. Many things I saw but dimly, as the lines of light were often so vivid as to dazzle me. But I saw so much that I henceforth knew intuitively of many things that will be made plain as I proceed. I no longer groped in mental blindness, and when the morning came and brought witii it the natural light of uay, l was endowed with such percep tions oi tuc post and present as astonish mo even to this time. As I said before, these things surpass my understanding. a cast, mem lorcu upon the sea of public investigation with the frank admission that I know not whence they came or where they wont. I only know that with out inetr aiu x would to-day be flounder ing in darkness. "Mother! mother! "Where's Nanette? rm Hungry as a tiger, and it's high t-,me that I was off to work!" said Ben. i i. came bounding against the door and into my room with that vigorous dis play or exuberance for which hcalthv 1 1 .i . , , - cimureii are rcmarKaoie. Tjliad forgotten the irate domestic and Irer' angry threats. Suddenly the bright boy's words recalled tliem, and I hur riedly arose, explaining to the children that the girl had been impertinent and I had discharged her. Luckily wo all knew how to wait upon ourselves, so we soon had a comfortable breakfast. If I only had been wise enough to have taken my children into full confi deuce, explaining to them my meeting in the grove with Dr. Armstrong and the fact that he had commuinlcated to me a secret and important matter, I would have saved us all much trouble. A child's perception of right is gener ally safe; but while people are so un philosophical as to shut themselves out from the genial counsels of these blessed monitors they will make just such mis takes. Ah, me! The world lias many things to learn. Unused to the fatigue of housework as I had recently become, I was nervous, fretted and tired out when the last disli was washed, the last floor swept and all my children safely off to school or busi ness. I dropped myself ail weary and un strung into my easy chair to flnish up a promised article for my publisher. The most up-hill drudgery I ever under take to accomplish in my life is this compulsory composition. After prodig ious labor, which exhausted brain and body, I finished my task and threw my self back in the chair to rest. Again an unaccountable lightness illuminated the apartment, and I sat there seeing tilings of which I feel to-day that it is not meet for me to speak. I wondered if I were sane. I knew my mother would have allied me crazy. A post boy entered, bringing a letter. Aslbrokcthe seal the limpid light rest ed on my hands and settled upon the pa per. 1 knew just wlicre tne letter came from and tiie news it would contain, and when I read, it seemed but n repetition of what I had known before. "My Dear Judith: Do you remember how and where I first beheld you? What an untamed, fiery, yet odd and crudely beautiful creature you wore, witii your gazelle-like eyes, your grotesque dress, your originality of thought and your glorious face! I had no thought that day that you would become to me at once my hope and my despair, my bless ing and my curse, my joy and yet my grief; but all of this you have long been to me, and yet, after all these years, I love you with that fervor and purity which would cause me could I but be come worthy in your eyes once more not to die for you, for that sacrifice would avail you naught, but to live for you, which, in my estimation, is a much more sensible way for a man to show his regard. "Your letter is so strange and remark able! Just exactly like you, howevor, and just what I might have expected, yet it did not please me. Tltore is not one spark of tenderness in its pages, and yet how could I look for such an exhibi tion when I reflect that after all my con- duet may yet be a mystery and you may yet regard me as a convict, worthy of the gibbet. Now, Judith, if I do not meet you on the plane of sentimentality it is not be cause my love is cold, but because know you will not be wooed like other women, and I must talk with you here after on the plane of common sense. "Through an unfortunate compilation of circumstances I once did you a great wrong, which I explained to you months afterwards in n letter that I caused to bo left under the boulder which made our scat in the dear bower by the Falls. Did you get that icttter, Judith mine? As I fear you did not receive it I will tell you all: "I have a nephew, a near relative of a man who has been to you both friend anil enemy. This nephew is n child of shame, the unfortunate victim of ad verse circumstances. He is publicly disowned by his father; his unhappy mother died in an asylum, and in my young.days he dogged my steps antl de pended upon me for money. He is very nearly my own age and his resemblance to me is, or rather was, so striking (my hair has been for many years as white as wool, while his is black and coarse) that he was easily mistaken for mo whon he chose to so represont him- self. "On the evening of that never-to-be- forgotten day when you became my wife he came to me in great trepidation, saying the officers of justice were upon his track aud he must have some mon ey. 1 felt a constant fear that he would bring the family disgrace prominently before the public by some reckless act. His father had often given him money, but he had grown obstinate, he said, and refused further remittances. So in his lost resort he came to me. Said he : "They've got up a discussion about you and old Reid's "Wild Cat down at the corner grocer'. Two fellows have offered to bet a handsome sum that you could go and marry her.' " 'Well, what of it?' said I, indignant ly, for you know that our elopement had been all arranged. " '"Well, I told 'em I'd bet five hund red dollars that, if you did niarry her, you'd take her back to the old man's gate and ride off and leave her. John Smith lent me the money and we've put up the stakes.' "I am ashamed of all this, Judith, hut was then a moral coward. I was weak enough to yield, as by winning this wa ger I could furnish the poor boy with means sufficient to leave the country, which he promised faithfully that ho would do. "I meant to explain the whole mat- to you, but was in the power of the men who accompanied us in the sleigh One of the previous conditions of the wager was that you should receive no previous knowledge of the final turn of the affair, but were to be left alone in blank amazement. O, Judith, it was cruel to treat you so, but I had made a resolve that on the morrow I would come and claim you as my lawful wife, and command your father's esteem and your mother's good will. "Your wistful face as you stood watch ing me in that bleak moonlight air has ever haunted me. "When wc readied the village the wager was paid. My unhappy nephew left the country, and when morning dawned I found myself a prisoner, ac cused of forging an order for ten thous and dollars at the bank of ! The money had been drawn by my nephew; but the case was plainly made, the forg ery was attributed to me, and I was sen tenced to ten years imprisonment at pe nal servitude. "For several months I lived as a con vict, and when at last through Dr. Arm strong's interference I was se'l-ut liberty, I learned that you had married poor John Smith and gone to the Pacific coast. "Oh, if I then had known that in stead of being married to him you were waiting wearily for me, how gladly would I have gone to you with my soiled name and bitten soul and urged this ex planation ! "John Smith told me that he had married you, and I wa3 deceived by the poor no, Judith, I will not call him names! "As I have told you, I hired one short letter of explanation placed under the boulder by our dear bower door. That was all. You did not reply, and when the man who afterwards became your master told me that you were already his wife, I gave you up all for lost. Now, Judith, after all that I have told you, will you let me come to you? Can you meet the man who once served for months as a convict under sentence which belonged of right to another, hut whose soul is pure and knows no stain of guilt? I have lived for man- years In for eign lands. I was in Italy about two months ago when, by some mysterious accident, I picked up a newspaper and found a graphic description of the great explosion by which Joint Smith lost his life. The incidental mention made of you in the newspaper skctclt decided me to return and seek you out. I have seen you often, but have never felt that I could meet you face to face until I could come knowing that your confi dence in me as a man of honor was no longer dimmed by shadow of a doubt. I await your answer with dreatl and ex pectation. Your faithful "William." The post boy was waiting. Hurriedly I penned the words, "Your loving Ju dith waits." Dispatching the note I sat down to wait, alone in my great happi ness. (To be continued.) The Night-Blooming Lily. The following pretty legend is related and devoutly believed by the inhabi tants of the Harts Mountains, of the nigut-biooming my or Laucnbcrg: Beautiful Alice dwelt with her mother in a small cottage at the foot of Hartz Mountains. Her principal occupation was that of gathering forest straw that is, tlic foliage of the fir and pine tribe, which is very much used in certain parts of Germany as a stuffing for beds, etc Thus was the maiden's occupation when the Lord of Lauenburg Castle rodo by. "With wily words ho cxtrollcd her looks, and swore that she was too pretty to be hid away in a peasant's cot, and begged her to come aud dwell in his lordly castle, wlicre she would have nothing to do but command, and where ail would obey her. Tiie simple girl was dazzled by the brilliant prospect, but, true to her simplicity, flew to her mother, relating all that had transpired. The terrified mother wept bitterly over ncr darling's communication; lor too well she knew the character of Lauen- burg's dissolute baron. Hastily packing up a few household treasures, she carried oil her wondering and sorrowful child to the shelter of a neighboring convent, within whose sacred walls she believed poor Alice might rest in security. Not long, however, had the simple girl becu immured in the holy edifice before the enraged noblo discovered her retreat; and, determined to obtain his prey, as- scuiujtu ma vassais, lorceu an entrance to the convent, and seizing the object of his passion, bore her, half dead with fear, to his castle. On arriving at mid night in the garden in front of his cm battled dwelling, ho alighted, with his senseless burden in his arms; but, as he auempicu to enter tne castle, the guar dian spirits of the place snatched the poor maiden from his grasp, and on the very spot where her feet had been, sprang up the beautiful lily of Lauren burg. The annual appearance of the lily at midniglttjis anxiously looked for ward to by the inhabitants of the Hartz; nnd manv of them are said to perform a nightly pilgrimage to sec it, returning to tnelr Homes overpowered uy nsuaz zling beauty, and asserting that its splendor is so great tliat it sheds beams or light on tne valley below. "Woman Suffrage Is making progress even In the "West Indies. The Governor of the Island St. Vincent has put his radical Ideas into practice by appointing a Madamo Checkly to the position ot Register General of the Island. Mrs. Lincoln's health has been failing ever since the death of her son. A PEW WOEDS FOE THE MEN. BY M. Jf. MILLET. Between you and I, Mrs. Editor, if the above heading docs not catch them, I do not know what will. I refer to the men. How they will settle themselves in their chairs aud give their feet an ex tra hoist over the mantle-piece in antic ipation of a solemn and elaborate dis cussion of the popular text, "Wives, submit yourselves unto your husbands." The affable Capt. Wragge will sec it aud chuckle, and likely break into his wife's reverie with : "The Nkw Northwest is not so bad after all. I think if you can manage to stive up the money we'll taku it next year." Tito gentle lady's nerves arc thrown into a state of confu sion, and siie suddenly remembers that she is "down at the heel." Some broth er will be kind enough to open the Bible and find the verse preceding the text quoted above and read in a voice like the balm of a thousand flowers: "Breth ren submit yourselves one to another in the Lord." In the new social aud political revolu tion man must not be entirely lost sight of. I do not speak for the rest of women, but as for me I cannot but feel some of the old sentiments of regard and admir ation for the sex. When I behold man in the pride of his strength and the glory of his free dom my heart ic7i pulsate in sympathy with the pride aud glory. And one of the sentiments which I feci towards man, and first among all, is gratitude. I cannot but confess that man has dono much in the worltl that is commendable and deserves our just appeciation and thanks. To them we owe the great In ventions aud improvements of the age and the discoveries in science and in art. To him we owe the gradual leniency of our laws, the growth of charity and be nevolence In our religion, and that de lightful chivalry and ostentatious regard which men have always shown and still show towartls pretty women. While man has been making law, fighting battles, writing books histo ries, poems and precepts winning glory and progressing in the arts and sciences, woman has stood erect and mo tionless in the middle of home, branch ing out neither to the right nor left. But In all this I hold that man lias not been to blame. It is the nature of things and of people that Inherent worth and excellence will develop Itself. The fault is not in our stars (translated wiciil, but in ourselves. In the olden time men were as much held down and trampled over by men as women have ever been by men. But there is a time In the existence of every people and na tion when the spirit of an individual or a class rises up and asserts itself. That j time has come with womanhood. But as I said beforo wc do not wish to make of ourselves a sombre cloud, over spreading and obscuring the refulgent glory of manhood, but rather a new Hood of sunshine brightening and re vealing all that is noblest aud best in Ids natnrc. Believing or imagining ourselves that sunlight, wc would like to shine upon a certain clement of man whom we now behold in a most trying dilemma. Reading "Notes Taken at the State Fair" in the Farmer I came to a para graph headed "The Badgo Rule," and read as follows: "Considerable hard feel ing was caused by the absurd rule re quiring all who attended to wear their badges or season tickets pinned on their coats. There would be more reason in the rule if the badgo were a 'tiling of beauty.' If the badge be a neat one no one will object to wearing it in sight," Now, if I were one called upon, which I am not, to decide tills question between man aud man I should feci a timidity nnd hesitation whieh I think would be eminently proper under the circum stances. Having looked upon man all along as the arbiter of his own destiny and the judge of his fellow man, I should not dare venture an opinion as regards the practicability of this, that or the other plan or rule in regard to the man agement of the State Fair or any other, I am not prepared to say whether it is law or justice to compel men to wear badges upon the lappels of their coats under any circumstances. I am utterly unable to say how I should feel If I were a man with one of them pinned upon my coat. I am not a man, and have never worn a coat of any description whatever; but I do bellevo that if the men showed the moral heroism that wo men have shown in wearing, pinned In conspicuous places, knots, hands, cush ions, excrescences, and indirect adver tisements, they would fasten those tri fling little badges to the lappels of their coats without a flinch or a murmur. In the last sentence quoted above is Involved a principle which ought to be discussed. "If the badgo be a neat one no one will object to wearing it in sight,' It seems to me, weak and obscured as Is my intellect, that the justice and pro priety ot wearing a badge Is here admit ted, but the quality and style are all that is objectionable. Man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, wants that "brief authority" to be as pretty as its brevity will admit a "tiling of beauty" and a Joy through all the Fair. Here then Is only a matter of taste. Tastes differ. Now when I got ready for the Fair, af ter tucking my locks under a jaunty cap and arranging my apparel with every re gard for beauty and neatness, I fastened upon the drapery which enveloped me neat, pretty, tasteful bow of multicolo rum and stood expectantly before a male connisscur. "Go to your room and take off that bow," he said contemptu ously. "Do you imagine a Fair Ground a fit and proper place to wear anything nice? "Who do you thinkcan tell what col or that ribbon is after you have worn it in the dust and disorder of tho Fair Ground for two hours ? You should wear at this Fair the plainest clothing aud some thing that will wash." Only the writer of "Notes Taken at tho Fair" can imagine my feelings of regret and sadness as I took off my bow and laid it mournfully away. Sympa thy is sweet, and it is a splendid thing to meet kindred spirits, but I must con fess that I was surprised to find in any man living that distaste and horror of wearing things unbecoming, which I had always been led to believe was felt only by frivolous woman. I would just as soon have looked for a Bengal tiger to step from ids native forest aud lace my boot string as to have expected man, with his lofty scorn of trifles, to come forth from his labyrinth of grand thoughts and defend, or indirectly up hold, woman in her petty vanity. But wc properly appreciate all these things aud, as I said before, wc must not, in tho new regime, utterly neglect man. Wo must remember that he has rights that must be respected. I do not like to see a man imposed upon by a woman. It does not seem in the order of things for tho weaker to oppress the stronger; aud to see a vine runningovcr an oak now here I am afraid my logic is erratic, for vines do run over oaks in the woods and in poetry. Aud right here, apropos, let mo say that a little scientific investigation in regard to these "clinging vines" discovers the fact that they must be allowed to twine in one certain way, and that way they will in dicate themselves. If you attempt to train a bean vine to the right or left (I forget which) you will ruin it, and rice versa of the hop vine. The poetic "cling ing vine" I take to be the ivy, but the everyday domestic vine must be the bean vine. The oaks of the world must not Interfere with the tendrils of the Ivy, and those men who are bent on making bean-poles of themselves must be sure they are licnt the right way and carry it out on scientific principles. If their vines shall twine about, in a per fectly natural way, in the direction of their pockets, absorbing the richness therefrom, they must not oppose them lest thereby they injure their beauty and utterly destroy them. But, as I said before, I do not like to sec man oppressed by woman, anil wherever I know of a single case of this description I will not stand calmly by. But with all my enthusiasm what can I do? There arc not finer poems in our lan guage, more rich in fancy or wonderful in construction than "I am dying, Egypt, dying," and W. A. Story's "Cle opatra." But who had been inspired by the virtues of Oclavia? Not even An tony. Maybe her children got up and called her blessed, but tho chances are that they did not. From this it will be seen that the sympathies of men of fine emotion have not been with the Octav- ias. In the logical course of things our sympathies would not be with the mas culine Octavias. But wc do sympathize with all men whose wives and female guardians are obstreperous and naughty and tyranni cal; but, as I said before, what can we do? "When a man has everything on his side, law, custom, divine authority and physical strength, antl then tamely submits to tyranny, It looks as though lie rather enjoys it, anil we feel as though a tender of our sympathy would be al most like interfering witii family af fairs. I should not like to be the one to attempt to rouse him up to a sense of the injustice done him any way. To come back to the affair of wearing badges at the Fair, since man admits that it is fair to wear them provided they arc fair to look upon, although it concents not the fair sex, it does concern the Fair people, and my sympathies are widely awakened. I feel that it I question that should awaken tiie sympa thies of my sex. Whether it would be right to throw my influence as a streak of sunlight with the man who yearns to wear a "thing of beauty" on his coat, and thus encourage a spirit of vanity in the sex, or whether I should frown down all such demonstrations of what may be only petty pride after ail, is a ques tion which I am morally, mentally and physically unable to decide; ergo, belt understood, that I venture no opinion and say nothing at all about It. Salem, Oct 25, 1S71. The following Is the conclusion of an epitaph on a tombstone: "She lived a life of virtue and died or tne cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in the full nope oi a niosseii immortaiiiy at the earlv ace or twenty-one years, seven mouths, and sixteen days. Reader, go thou and do likewise." An old farmer, who was asked by an impertinent attorney if there were any pretty girls in his neighborhood, an swered: "Yes, sir, lots of 'em; so m any that they can't all find respectable hus bands, aud lately some of 'em's been ta ken up with lawyers." Black silk aprons are fashion again. coming iuto COEEESPONDENOE. This department of the New North wkst is to be a general vehicle for ex change of ideas concerning any and all matters that may be legitimately dis cussed in our columns. Finding it practi cally impossible to answer each corres IMMidcnt by private letter, we adopt this mode of communication to save our friends the disappointment that would otherwiseaccrue from our Inability to an swer their queries. We cordially invite everybody that has a question to ask, a suggestioit to make, or a scolding to give to contribute to tho Correspondents' Column. Mm, E. A. C, Nehalem : Scut your premium. Have you received it? Please let us know. A. F., Springfield, 111.: Yes. A great many people are 'now coming to Ore gon, tne ruture .umpire state oi tins far-off Western coast. If, as you say, you're dissatisfied with your present lo cality, wc think you will very likely be pleased with our State. Our winters arc a little rainy on which account our citzens arc dubbed "Webfect" but not so much so as is usually represented. There arc no drouths here, however, which compensates abundantly for the little inconvenience some may expe rience on account of our "Oregon mist." Our summers are delightful ill the ex treme. Times are prosperous. Rail roads arc being constructed through tho State. The spirit of improvement per vades everywhere. Farmers realize a handsome price for the wheat crop this year, which will bring more money into our State than ever before. Miss G. W. C. wants to know wheth er there is any chance for her to engage in business or procure a clerkship In Portland., Certainly, if you are pos sessed of the necessary business educa tion. Women must qualify themselves to fill positions in business circles the same as men do if they wish to sue cecil. That women are capable of suc cessluliy conducting business lias been abundantly proved, and employers are well aware of the fact. Miss J. W. M.: Let him go, and for get it all. You should be thankful that you found him out so soon, instead of 'waiting for the disclosure to come when t would have been too late to have separated. There are just as good fish in tiie sea as ever were caught. AnnoiTLY MKT. A correspondent of the Herald and Presbyter writing from Minnesota, tells the following ton," I have picked un a "little storv" which I think too good reproof for dis turbers of the peace in churches to be lost. A presiding elder of the United Brethren Church was prcachinsr in tills same neighborhood, and was much an noyed by persons talking aud laughing. He paused, looked at the disturbers, and said, "I am always afraid to reprove those wito misbeliavc in church. In the early part of my ministry I made a great mistake. As I was preaching, a ouni man who sat just before me was constantly laughing, talking and mak ing uncoutii grimaces. 1 nausea aim administered a severe rebuke. After tlte close of the services one of the offi cial members came and said to me. Brother , you made a great mistake. That young man you reproved is an idiot.' Since then I have always been :ifraid to reprove those who misbehave n church lest 1 should repeat that mis take and reprove another idiot." Dur- njr the rest of that service at least there was good order. Hknkv Ward Bkeciier on Inter est. No blister draws sharper than the interest docs. Of all industries none comparable to that of interest. It works ail day aud night, in fair weather and foul. It has no sound in its foot steps, but travels fast. It gnaws at a man's substance witii invisible teeth. It binds industry with its film, as a fly Is bound in a spider's wed. Debts roll a man over anil over, bindlnir him hand and foot, and letting him hang upon the fatal mesh until the long-legged interest devours him. There is hut otic thin on a farm like it, and that is the Canada thistle, which swarms new plants every time you break its roots, whose bloss oms arc prolific and every flower the fattier of a million seeds. .Every leaf is an awl, every branch a spear, and every plant like a platoon or bayonets, anu a liehi or tliem like an armed Host. The whole plant is a torment and vegetable curse. And yet a farmer hail better make his bed of Canada thistles than to be at ease upon interest, Ocr Ancestors. Talk about ances try! a writer, who seems tohavehad the time, as well as the curiosity, gives the following: livery Human being on the face of the globe is compelled, by the laws of nature, to have two parents, four grand parents, eight great grand-parents, 10 in the fourth generation back. 32 in the fifth, 256 in the eighth, 32,7SC in the uitecntn, almost i,u.u,uuu in tne twen tieth, and nearly 1,073,000,000 in the thirtieth. The whole number of one's ancestors in the fiftieth generation is 5,302,704,914,214,040, a multitude which no man can number and no mind can conceive. The blood of this vast host is running through the veins of everv mortal on the earth, and that reckoning uackomy nity generations. Liver as Food. Tiie California detenu tic l'rcss says: "Wo cannot too strongly denounce the use of liver and kidneys as food for man. These organs are constantly charged with the worn out, excrcmentitious matter of the svs- itiii, iuuiuc;v;iKi;ui WHICH, Wlldl riglltly understood, are disgustingly offensive to the taste. Their presence is evinced by the fact that these portions of an ani mal are always the first subject to de composition. They make very good mujjk, uui, never!" for man When a person says "he wouldn't give a fig for a thing," does he speak figura tively? Miniature Women. i3 i '"rtknow when our feolinps have been so touched with pity as at a spectacle witnessed a Sunday or two ago. It was a day to tempt even an atheist to some recognition of aSnnroir. i,.: The religiously inclined could not resist us i.iiiii, uiigut, lilt liuuoil lo o UP tO the house of God. and eive him for the beauty of earth and heaven. I It chanced that the Sunday school vna still in sesson as we entered the nave 6f an open church, and while waitinir through its closing exercises, thero was an opportunity for tho invitimr studv of young children's faces. Looking about among tne rows oi sparkling eyea and mobile leatures, tne vision was-sutidonly arrested by the ornate toilettes of a couple of sisters, for,althoughstrangeni, tho perfect uniformity of their dressindi- cated them to be such. Crimped, and curled, and braided, tho hair of these misses wasa marvel of intricatearrange ment, which set one hopelessly wonder ing how much patient aud irksome labor before the mirror had been spent in its adjustment. Mounted above it, -anti tipiH.il low down over the forehead, was a miracle of the milliner's art of rib bons, and flowers, and velvet. Thoir white muslin dresses were elaborately decorated, and tied with rainbow-hued sashes at the waist, and enlivened with scarf, laces, chains and brooches at tho throat. The faces set in tho midst and overshadowed by ail this lavish adorn ment were small, pale and thin, and had a suspicious suggestion of tiowdor mil tho puff-box in their elaborate whiteness. Delicate, dwarfed and pre cocious, these miniature women looked of no more usein the world thana couple of forced, fragile flowers. It was impos sible to guess their ages from any hint in their attire or expression, nicy might be ten or twelve, and they might be eighteen or twenty, uniy one tiling about them was positive: they were fashionable. The freshness, simplicity and frank ness of young girlhood was entirely ob literated. When they arose at tho dis missal of school aud passed down the aisle, their bent figures, humped backs and mincing steps declared the finishing absurdity ot tight snoes anil nigu neeis, while their conscious air antl artificial manner completed the painful picture. They were girls of the period. And multitudes of such are growing up all over our own land, with the ex pectation of fulfilling tho destiny of. womanhood, and becoming wives and mothers ! The men who are to marry such had far better think twice anu then decline. Chicago Post. Babies. We love little babies, ami love everybody who does love babies. No man lias music in his soul who don't love babies. Babies were made to be loved, especially girl babies when they grow up. A man isn't wortii a chuck who hasn't a baby, and the same rule applies to woman. A baby is a spring day in winter; a ray of sunshine in frigid winter, and if it is healthy and good naiureu, anu yoirre sure it's yours, it is a bushel of sunshine, no niattor how cold the weather. A man cannot be a hopeless case so long as lie loves babies, one at a time. We love babies all over, no matter how dirty they are. Babies were bom to be dirty. AVe love babies because they are ba bies and because their mothers are Ioveable and lovely women. Our lovo for babies is only bounded by the num ber of babies in tiie. world. We always look for babicsj wc do, with anxiety and parental affection; we do, indeed wo do. Wc always have sorrowful feelings for mothers that have no babies and don't expect any. Women always look down-hearted who have no babies, and men who havo no babies always gamble and drink whisky, and stay out nights trvinir to get music in their souls; but they can't come it. Babies are babies and nothing can take their place. Pianos" play out and good living plays out, unless thore's a baby m the bouse. We've tried it; we know, and we say there's nothing like a aby. Exchange. If wc could only read eaeli other's hearts, we should be kinder to each other. If wc knew the woes and bit terness and physical annoyanco of our neighbors, wc should make allowance ror tliem wincn we no not now. e o about masked, uttering stereotyped ;cntences, hiding our heart-pangs and head-aches as carefully as wo can; yet we wonder that they do not discover them intuitively. Wo cover our best feelings from the light, but we do not onccal our resentments and our dis- Iike3t of which wo are prone to he proud. Life is a masquerade at which few un mask, even to their nearest frionds. And though there is need of much masking, would to heaven wo dared to show our real faces from birth to death,, lor tnen some lew would love oacii other. Living Beyond tiirir Mkans. Bulwer says poverty is only an idea in nine cases out or ten. borne men with $10,000 a year suffer more for want of means than otners witn &ouo. Tiie rea son is tho nciier man lias artuiciai wants. His income is 510,000 a year, and he suffers enough, in being dunned for unpaid debts, to kiiiascnsitive man. A man who earns a dollar a day and docs not go in debt, is the happiest of the two. ery lew people who rtave never been rich will believe this; hut it is true. There are thousands and thous ands with princely incomes who neVor know a moment's peace: there Is more real happiness among the workingmon of the world than among those who are called rich. A gentleman in Iowa who recently became the father of a fine boy, and who naturally deemed it the handsomest child ever born, thought hesaw a chance to gain a reputation for liberality with out the expenditureofany money. So he offered a premium of $100 for the pret tiest baby that should be exhibited at the approaching fair, not doubting that the judges must award the prize to his own. There were nine entries, compris ing seven white and two negroes, and one of the negro babies gained the premium. "Did you present your account to defendant?" asked a lawyorj p cut. "I did, sir." ''AiiSM say?" "He told me to go toj the J "And what did you do then . "y I came to you." A Pennsylvania jury S their word. to the.