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H. G. TINSLEY
T. G. MORION
Ths Stamtoa Vindicator,
Published by - - • -* TINS II k M9ET0S
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bers may retain ten per cent, of subscription price
as a commission.
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VOL 34.
SS TAUNTON, VIRGINIA, FRIDAY, APRIL 18, 1879.
NO. 16.
LEVY BROTHERS’
MANUFACTURERS AND RETAIL DEALERS
GRAND BAZAAR
30 Main Street, Staunton, Virginia.
Spring Goods, Daily Arrival:
CASHMERES. SILKS, BUNTINGS, POPLINS
in all designs and shades.
SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Percils, Cambrics, Cretons, Calicos,
Large and handsome assortment on display.
SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Victoria Lawns, Swiss, Pique, Check Muslin, Marseilles,
all in the greatest abundance and quali y.
SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Towels, Napkins, Table Covers, Piano Covers,
in considerable variety and very cueap,
SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Sheeting?, Cottons. Delias, Ducking and Bed Tick,
at a great reduction on former prices.
SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A i ARD.
Mens’ VVear in Cussiraer, Cotoriade and Linen,
from Charlottesville, Manchester, Richmond and Belfast.
SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Ladies, Misses, Boys and M ns’ Straw Hats,
in the very la est styles and designs.
SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
LEVY BROTHERS
CALL PARTICULAR ATTENTION
To these superior make of Ladies undergarments, and are prepared to com
pete in finish, design and quality with any house in the United States. With
extensive experience and great facilities in manufacturing—it is impossible to
do any better any where. Every article neatly finished.
Ladies Gowns irom 75 cents to 82.00.
“ Chemise “ 45 “ “ $1 50.
“ Skirts “ 40 “ “ $8.50.
“ Drawers “ 50 “ “ 81—5.
“ Aprons “ 25 “ “ 75.
SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT 25 CENTS A YARD.
O UR GENTS SHIRTS
Speak for themselves, we have sold several hundred dozen in the past three
jears and no fault can be found with their fit, style or fi lish.
SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Gents White dress shirts only $ 50.
U <6 a U $j*
“ Best “ “ “ “ $1.00*
SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Germantown Wool, Zepher, Shet land Wool and Yarn,
In all colors and in great varieties.
SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
Hosiery, Gloves, Ties and Ribbons,
Splendid stock always on hand.
SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD.
LEVY BROTHERS’
GRAND DRY GOODS BAZAAR,
Staunton Virginia,
april 4
gTAUNTOI? WAGON FACTORY.
w. w. GIBBS,
MANUFAC'TU11®11 op
h'M 4.
FARM AND SPRING WAGONS
SASH, DOORS. BLINDS, &C.
WAGON MAKER’S AND BUILDERS’
MATERIAL
Cheaper than ever o£fered b» fore In this market.
Send for price lists and circulars.
W. W. GIBBS.
au£3~lY
(QREAT REDUCTION
IN PRICES
OP ALL KINDS OP
FURNITURE,
M stresses,
Spring Beds,
.UNDERTAKING. &C.,
At
S. M. WILKES.
No. 30 Main Street
aW-Priee*«ent«m application. «P28.
R1
EMOVAL!
LIPSCOMB & SOMERVILLE
have moved their stock ol
CHINA, GLASSWARE,
HOUSE FURNISHING, &c., *c.,
to the large store Room,
NO. IS WEST MAIN STREET,
formerly occluded by P. B. H> ge & Bro., next door
to Lr. N. Wayt & Bro’s Diug St re.
They have a large and well assorted stock which
they will sell cheap f jr cash. dec.14 tt
.STANDARD
MIXED TEA
LEND
chop.
BAKER BROS.
GUARANTEE
THIS TEA
PURE
AND FREE
from all
ADULTE
RATION.
The following are live good rea
son-, why He-No Tea should be
used in prefe.ence to other teas
1. Being packed in oiiginal
!>i und an i half-n and packages,
made i.f Japanese Tea pape , the
stien. th aud flavor are better re
tained.
. It is a mixture of many flavors,
experience , avina proved sucii to
be i ue tea t.,at gives univer al sa, -
isfaction.
3 The flavor is (lie natural one,
and that it is unadulterated is the
strongest ngument in favor of its
h, althfulness.
4. The 1 af not being colored or
polished improves ihe drinking
quali y and es on the cost.
5. It is an unc lored tea, such as
t: e Chinamen themselves d ink.
The name ‘HE-NO ’and tile style
of package are patented, to pro
le, t the imponers and the public
fr un imitation, and to retain its
reputaiioo.
Wholesale and Retail,
may!7
BAKER BROS.
•yyHEAT! WHEAT!!
AND OTHER GRAIN WANTED.
10,h00 Bushels Prime Wheat,
10,00a Bushels P' ime Corn,
10,: 00 l ushels Prime Oats,
2,000 Bushels Prime Rye,
Delivered along the line of the C. & O. R. R., and
the Valley Railroad.
juneT-lvear P. B. SUBLET!.
IJIHE UNDERSIGNED WILL HAVE A
LARGE SUPPLY OF
COAL AND LUMBER
constantly on hand, and will be pleased to accom
modate our friends, and the public generally.
aug24-ti LAREW & LEWIS.
w
OOL! WOOL!!
PRIME WOOL WANTED,
fer which the highest market price will be paid.
Twelve (.2) years’experience in this maiket. has
satisfied us that it is to the farmers’ interest to wash
is wool well. see us before selling.
apr2a BAKER BROS
TO
T3 A.
±J±X
S * $
VIEW FIRM.—We wish to call the attention of the
1> ladies to our new stock of goods, carefully and
well selected by MRS. M. E. FAGAN. She is in con
tant attendance upon the business, and will be glad
o seel) <»r o d friends at No. 7 North New Street.
Person wishing fixtures for Sewing Machines can
e -uppliad there, and also the best plaiter in the
marked. |*P"ShEPHEBD
pa27
& CO.
Hand and m * chine sewed
BOOTS AND OAITKRS,
Custom ’made and warranted in fit
and quality, for aate tow, at _ _
noi2» C. L. WKLfalft
TUTT’S
PILLS!
INTRODUCED, 1865.
A TORPID LIVER
ia the fruitful source of men; diseases, promi
nent among which are
DYSPEPSIA, SICK-HEADACHE, COSTIVENESS,
DYSENTERY, BILIOUS FEVER, AGUE AND FEVER,
JAUNDICE, PILES, RHEUMATISM, KIDNEY COM
PLAINT, COLIC, ETC,
SYMPTOMS OF A
TORPID LIVER.
Logs of Appetite and Nausea, the bowels
are costive, b at sometimes alternate with
looseness, Pain in the Head, accompanied
witha Dull sensation in the back part, Pain
in the right side and under the shoulder*
blade7 fullness after eating, with a disin
clination to exertion of body or mind, Irri
tability of temper, Xiow spirits, Loss of
memory, with a feeling of having neglected
some duty, General weariness; Dizziness,
FlutteringattheHeart. Dots before the
eyes, Yellow Skin, Headache generally
over the right eye, Restlessnesa at night
with fitful dreams, highly colored Urine.
EF THESE WARNINGS ARE UNHEEDED,
SERIOUS DISEASES WILL SOON BE DEVELOPED.
TUTT’S PILLS
are especially adapted to such
cases, a single dose effects
such a change of feeling as to
astonish the sufferer.
TUTT’S PILLS
are compounded from snbstr aces that are
free from any properties that can injure
the most delicate organization. They
Search, Cleanse, Purify, and Invigorate
the entire System. By relieving the en»
gorged 1.1 ver, they cleanse the blood
from poisonous humors, and thus impart
health and vitality to the body, causing
the bowels to act naturally, without
which no one can foci well.
A Noted Divine says:
Dr. TUTTDear Sir; For ten years I bnve been
a martyr to Dyspepsia, Constipation and Piles. Last
Spring your Pills were recommended to me; I used
them (but with little faith), lain now a well man,
have good appptite, digestion perfect, regular stools,
piles gone, and I have gained forty pounds solid flesh.
They are worth their weight in gold.
Rev. R. L. SIMPSON, Louisville, Ky
TUTT’S PILLS.
‘Their first effect is to Increase the Appetite,
and cause the body to Take on Flesh, thus the
system is nourished, and by Their Tonic Ac
tion on the Digestive Organs, Regular
Stools are produced.
DR. J. F. HAYWOOD,
OF NEW YORK, SAYS:
*' Few diseases exist that cannot be relieved by re
storing the Liver to its normal functions, and for
this purpose no remedy h-; s over been invented that
frita as h. ppy an effect as 'PUTT’S PILLS.”
SOLD EVERYWHERE, PRICE 25 CENTS.
Office 35 Murray Street, New York.
t3F- Dr. TUTT’S MANUAL of Valuable Infor
mation and Useful Receipts” will be mailed //•«*
on application.
Gray Hair or Whiskers charged to a Glossy
Black by a single appiiciiii m of t his Dye- It im
parts a Natural O lor, acts Li.v: 11 aneously* find is
as Harmless as soring water. f'o:d by Druggists, <4
sent by express ou receipt oi Cl
Office, 35 Murray St., New York.
mar21 iyr.
¥
ROM now until April 1st, you can positively bu]
the grandest bargains in
DRY GOODS, NOTION'S,
AND SHOES
ever offered in Staunton at
BELL’S
DRY GOODS STORE,
(Timberlake & Bell’s old stand.)
On Auqusta Street.
Ha ving a hiree stock on hand, it is my purpose to
reduce It nt least one half b> April 1st. and in O der
to do thish ve marked do'-'n ihe entire stock at
prices .never before offered. X mean just what 1 say.
I WILL SAVE YOU ?5 CTS. IN EVEKY
DOLLAR YOU SPEND.
Our best 10 cent (beached Cotton reduced to 8 cts.
it it g tt st it it ti rj ti
“ “ 8 “ “ “ “ “ G “
The “ heavy 4-1 brown “ “ “ 7 “
A heavy 4-4 Drown “ “ “ 6 “
A good 3-4 “ “ “ “ 4 “
The above prices need not be commented upon,
they speak for themselv- s. A single visit to my
si or. wdi convince you that the who.e stock wi.lbe
offered at prices
THAT MUST SELL THEM!!
These extremely low prices will be strictly maintain
ed uni il April 1st. and it■ wi 1 pay you to buy these
goods f< r lui ure use No trouble to show goods and
quote these low pi ices.
GEO. it. BELL,
Mr. R. M. Timberlake is with me and will be glad
to s.. e his friends.
mar 7 G. R. B.
T
HORNB1TRG & SHAFEK’S
LIVERY
AND
BAGGAGE TRANSFER COMPANY,
New street, near Railroad,
STAUNTON, VA.
All orders for Hacks, Buggies and
li- Riding Horses, promptly attended to.
r* Baggage called for or delivered to all
— parts of the city, and for all Trains, at
all hours. Day and Night, 20-1
QARRIAGEs AND BUGGIES.
I wish to inform my friends that I have moved my
Carriage Shop to my new building near the Virginia
Hotel, where I will keep on hand carriages and bug
gies of even’ description. By close attention to bu
iness and fair dealing. I expect to give entire satis
actiop. I will pay strict attention to repairing. Give
me a call before purchasing.
ianl4-tf J. H. WATER
RLEirVl I !\IG’S
CONFECTIONS!
PSESCStlPTIOH FREE!
1 or tut* speedy Cure of Seminal Weakness. Lost
Manhood and all disorders brought on by
crotion or excess. Any Kruggist has the ingver
diants. Address, tiv. W. A l'Of»
*Lsctf\ Street, t'iueimndl, O
apr4
aijfl Morohfnft hahftcnretf.
OPIUM
TiieOl’ig/nal and only absolute
CURB stamp tor took on
Opium E-ting, to W B Squire,
Iv preeae Co., Xao*
LOCAL DIRECTOR?
Masonic.—Staunton Lodge No. 13.—J. Howard
Wayt, Master; James Ker, Sec; etary. Meet at their
lodge in Masonic Building the second and last Fri
day nights in each month.
Union Koyal Arch Chapter—W, H. H. Lynn, High
Priest; James Ker, Secretary. Meets in Masonic
Hall the second Tuesday night in each month.
Stevenson Commandery—W. H. H. Lynn, Com
mander; James F. Patterson, Recorder. Meets in
Masonic Hall the fourth Monday in each month.
Knights of Honor,-T. C. Morton, Past Dictator;
W. W. Gibbs, Dictator; F. H. Link, Reporter. Meets
every Monday night in Charity Temperance Hall.
Odd Fellows—Staunton Lodge No. 45.—John C.
Smith, Noble Grand ;O.S. Crowder, Secretay. Meets
every Thursday night in Odd Fellows Hail.
Central Encampment No. 24—W. M. Simpson
Chief Patriarch; James W. Blackburn, Scribe. Meets
second and fourth Tuesday In each month in Odd
Fellows Hall.
Hay Makers.—W. H. H. Lvnn, Grand Sultan; A.
A. Eskridge. Secretary. Meets every Friday nigh
in Fireman's Hall.
a^iii|/viuiivu u'»-u,uta.— n i/in. Autjuauu uvuB» •*-*■
S. Hyde, W. C. T.; C. D. Hyde, W. IA. S„ Meets
every Saturday night in Bruce’s building.
Mizpah Lodge.—Wm. J. McCawley;Worthy Chief;
John W. Bryan, Secretary. Neets every Thurs
day night in Charity Hall over Wa/t’s drug store.
Sons of Jonadab—Wm. B. Hyde, Worthy Chief:
John M Heukle, Secretary. Meets every Tuesday
night in Charity Hall Sons of Temperance.
Sons of Temperance—G. <1. Bunch, Wot thy Patrl
arch; Wm. Fuller. Worthy Secretary.
Juvenile Templars.—J. W. Newton, Superinten
dent ; J. Herbert Stiff, Secretary. 250 members—no
regular meetings,
Fire Department.—Augusta Fire Company_
Michael Cox. Captain; Thos. J. Crowder, Secretary
Meets fourth Tuesday in every month at Firemen’s
Hall
Staunton Hook and Ladder Company.—J. M.
Quarles, Captain; Sandy Wilson, Secretary. Meets
on first Wednesday in each month at their headquar
ters in the Sn ltvan building.
Capt. J. H. Waters, Chief Engineer of Fire De
partment.
Military —West Augusta Guard—Wm. L. Bum
gardner, Captain; Lewis M. Bumgardner,Secretary
Meets in their armory in the Wayt building every
Monday night. Regular meetings first Monday in
each mmth
Staunton Artillery—A. H. Fultz, Captain; N. M.
Varner. Secretary. Meets at their armory near the
C. & O. Depot every Tuesday night. Regular meeti
ngs second Tuesday in each month.
Stonewall Brigade Band —Prof. A. J. Turner,Con
ductor; E. M. Cushing, President; W H. Barkman
Secretary. Meets Tuesday and Friday nights every
week.
Religious—Young Men’s Christian Association.—
H.M Mcllhany, Piesident; J. E. Guy Secretary
Meets at their rooms in City Hall for all devotional
exercises every Sunday evening at 3 X P. M. Direc
tory meetings at the call of the President. Library
open every evening from 5 to 9 P. M.
jpoetrg.
Time’* Thievery.
“What do you seek my child, my child?”
“Oh, sir, it is so small,
A little faded, dusty chain
Of daisies wet with summsr rain;
Where have I let them fall?”
“What seekest thou, sweet maiden, tall?"
“Alas, it is not meet,
’Twas but a rosebud that one ki sed
And gave me, strange I should have missed
A token grown so sweet 1”
“And what is it thou searched here?”
“Indeed I do not know.
For all the garlands of my spring
Are faded, and the withering
Was long, so lung ago.
“But here perchance thou may'st have seen
Their p-ta s blown aside.
And marked, with teart how wet they were,
Since by my dead love s sepi lchre
They slowly droop ‘d and died.”
Thus spoke the wom n who had miseed
Some joy of life, and still
I saw the old man on his scythe
Lean like a v amor, tall and lithe;
And smile and smile his fill.
For, hidden ’neath his garment’s hem,
Behold! the daisy chain,
The rosebud, and the garland white,
And what he holdeth hidden tight,
He never yields again 1
—Rochester Democrat.
THE MOBTAGED FABM.
‘•Six o’clock!” laid Marion Hilyard,
looking up suddenly as the tall, old fashion
clock in the corner rang out its shrill an
nouncement; ‘‘six o’clock, and oh! mother
here is Jennev Lane, punctual to the very
moment. Now we shall have got d news
from Jack, I hope.”
She ran out to the gate, flushed and ea
ger to receive the letter from the country
carrier; and returning, seated herself on a
low stool at her mother's feet, and broke
the envelope.
On the first glance of its contents a
shade of disappointment dimmed her
bright face.”
Instead of reading the note aloud she
glanced hurr edly over the brief lines, and
then silently, with a quivering lip. placed
it in her mother’s hand and turned aside
to a window.
This is what Mr. Hilyard read:
“Dear Madam—I saw your son a few
days since, when, to my surprise, he ex
pressed bimsplf reluctant to apply his mo
ney to the redeeming of the mortgage, say
ing that he required it for a speculation
I which promises to be more profitable to
him than the bolding of the farm. I have,
therefore, been compelled to dispose of the
mortgage to a gentleman of my acquain
, tance, who purposes to take immediate
i possession; and I consider it my duty
to inform you thereof, in order that you
may lose no time in making arrangements
for a removal. Very respectfully,
Abnbr Harris.”
Mrs. Hilyard returned the letter to its
envelope with a trembling band and a daz
ed, bewildered look, as though unable to
realize the blow which had so suddenly
fallen upon them.
Her eyes met Marion’s, and the girl
threw herself upon her knees by her mo
ther’s side and burst into a passion of
tears.
“Oh, mother, mother! what shall we do?
What will become of us?”
“The Lord will provide,” said Mrs. Hil"
yard, raising her overflowing eyes to the
motto on the wall, embroidered by Mari
on’s own hand. “Where is your faith, my
child, that it should fail you In this the
very hour of need?”
“Mother, it is not so much the less of
our home nor the poverty and trial in store
which grieves me. but that Jack your son
my brother—should have so changed. Oh,
mother, I know that our Father in Heaven
will not desert us, but to whom on earth
can we turn when even Jack can become
worldly and heartless?”
At this moment a little blue.-eyed girl
burst into the room with;
‘ Mama—Ma ion! here is Misa M is
Anderson at the gate, in her bu g/. She
says will you Step out a minute, for she
wants to tell you a out old Mr. Mill vrd be
ing sunstrnck; and she daren’t leave her
hoise without somebody to hold him.”
Marion was in no condition to listen tc
’Melia—the creates' gossip in the neigh
borhood; so Mrs. Hilyard, drying her eyes,
was in civilty compel!" d to see the inf r
mal visitor. Marion, her head resting upon
the window-sill behind the screen of cling
ing roses, could have heard every word
spoken; but, absorbed in her grief, she
paid no attention until the name of Wat
Hinton struck upon her ear.
‘ It’s true, for certain; for l^aria had it
from his own sister, Aggie Hfnton. Say«
Maria, in her wild way, ‘Ifbe comes back
with all that money’—you know his unci*
Samuel left him most of his property last
year—says Maria, ‘if he comes back neb,
I mean to set my cap for him.’ On which
Aggie answers, ‘Oh, you needn’t;, for he’i
to be married before long, and to a real
nice, pretty girl.’ Of course, Maria wan
ted to know all about it; but Aggie only
laughed in her mysterious way, until Ma
ria says, ‘1 believe you are joking?’ when
Aggie replies, ‘If Walter isn’t married be
fore winter I'll make you a present of my
new earri gs which he has sent me.’ 8c
you see it's certain sure; and no doubt he’ll
bring his bride to visit his family, and
then, tell Mariou, we may look out for a
grand party. When the Hintons under
take to do things, they always do it hand
somely.”
Marion stayed to hear no more. Glid
ing out of the side door, she crossed th*
garden, passing little Myra, who was fond
ling 4 snow-white calf, her great pet and
treasure, and who called out to her tc
“see how fast Snowball was growing.”
Poor little sister! It would be as hard
upon her as upon her mother and herself
to leave the dear old home, with all the
scenes and objects endeared to them by
the associations of their lives. For in
that ample, pleasant, old-fashioned farm
house Mrs. Hilyard had been born and
man ied, and here her children also had
first seen ths light.
Two years ago her husband—who bad
been too littls practical to make a success
ful farmer—had died suddenly, leaving his
affairs in a very embarrassed state and the
farm burdened with a very heavy mort
gage. Then Jack, good son and brother
that he was, bad thought it best to go to
the city, taking advantage of a situation
offered him by a distant relative, until the
mortgage should be paid off.
Only two weeks ago he had written
cheerfully that the matter would be speed
ily settled to their satisfaction; and now,
just as they were expecting to hear that
their home was their own again, came
this cruel letter.
As Marion had said to her mother, not
even the loss of their home went to her
heart with so'sharp a pang as did this evi
dence of the change in her only brother.
That Jack should have grown so wordly
and heartless as to consider his pecuniary
advantage before the gratificatian of his
mother’s comfort; that he should allow
them to be actually turned out of the dear
old home, and go to reside in the strange
city, where they could never leel at home
—oh, this was the bitterest pang of all!
So Marion had thought upon first read
ing that letter; and it was not until hear
ing ’Melia’s words to her mother that she
awoke to the consciousneess that fate
could have even a greater sorrow than
this in store for her.
One year ago she had parted from her
accepted lover, Wat Hinton, in mutual
anger on both sides. Wat bad become
jealous, and bad spoken sharply to her.
and in a manner which she considered her
self justided in resenting.
Wat was too proud to apologize, and
Marion too proud aa well as too delicate tc
make advances to a reconciliation; and tc
they had drifted apart, both miserable,
until Wat had broken the last link by go
ing off to the West.
She heard of him from time to time
through his family, but no word or mes
sage to herself ever came. In all this
while she had looked forward, with s
faint, yearning hope to the possibility oi
his some time returning, and of all being
made up between them.
But now this last hope was rudely
stricken to the ground. Wat was going
to be married. He had forgotten her, and
was lost to her forever.
“Oh. it is hard —so hard to bear!”
thought Marion, as, with hands unconsci
ously tightly clasped, she passed slowly
under the apple-boughs of the old orchard.
“Life is bitier. It has taken all rom me;
it can have no more to give. Only my
dear, dear mother and Myra! For theii
sakes I must be strong and try to bear it
all.”
On the verge of the orchard, where the
high bank sloped abruptly to the meadow
she came to a mass of tanglvd honeysuckle
fashioned into a rustic arbor. Wat had
made it for her, and here, in fact, it was
that they had last parted.
l)own in the meadow ran a little path
way, leading by a short cut to Wat’s
home, a couple of miles away. How often
she had sat hereof an evening and watched
for him!
She ceuld scarcely look back upon any
time of her life, or upon any object now
before her eyes, which was not connected
with some association of Wat.
There was the walnut tree which he and
Jack used to climb, and there the clear,
laughing brook in which he had taught
her to steer the little boat which he had
made for her, laden with grain, down tu
Jack’s famous water-mill, at the roots of
that old willow,
Further up was the real Ogrist and saw
mill” which Jack had always been so de,
sirous of owning, and which everybody
said would be such a good investment for
one who could manage it properly.
And then Marion, seated on the bench
in the rustic arbor, turned and looked long
and yearningly at the old farm-house peep
ing from the *peat beeches across the or;
chard. IjTo other place op earth could ever
l# home to her. And her mpther! Qh, it
would be harder still for her, whose whole
life of fifty years had he« spent under that
roof.
A sudden sound aroused Marion—a
sharp whistle, as of some one calling adog,
land she saw through tear-dimmed eyes the
, hgure of a man hurrying along the path
way in the meadow. She drew back be
hind the screen of honeysuckle.
The path led past the arbor, built at the
foot of the steep bank; and she would not
be discovered in her retreat. So she
thought; but a moment or two after there
was a souud of footsteps ascending the
bank, a rustle of the honey-suckle branches,
and Marion saw standing in the entrance
of the arbor the figure of a tall young
man, who looked almost as much startled
as herself.
For an instant they gazed at each other
—Marion pa’e, and the stranger with a
flush risipg to his handsome face. Then
he said, as he held out bis hand:
“Marion, don’t you know me?”
She gave him her hand in silence. It
was Wat. And suddenly, with the sight
of him came the full bitterness of her sor
row, in the consciousness that he was lost
to hsr folever. She was nothing to him
now and he must be nothing to ber.
■ “I amt glad to have so unexpectedly
found you here in this dear old spot,” he
said. “I arrived at home only an hour
ago, and could not rest until I had seen
you.”
tine met ms eyes, Dent upon ner wicn a
strange earnestness, and her pale cheek
faintly flushed, but she cou.d not have
spoken a word.
“Marion,” he said suddenly, “have you
no welcome for me! Is it pi ssi'ole that
you cannot forgive me?”
“Forgive you?”
“Yes ; for all my absurd jealousy
and pride and folly. I have never
had a happy moment since I parted from
you, Marion, and I have come back at
last to beg your forgiveness, and to beg,
too, for the love which I forfeited, but
which I cannot live without.”
“I do not understand you, Wat. I do
not know why you shduld speak thus to
me, when—when you are going to be mar
ried.”
“Who told you that of me. Marion?”
“It came from Agnes, your own sister. ”
He smiled.
“Aggie knows my wishes. It was she
who encouraged me to come back. She
thought you would forgive me. Will,you•>
Marion, darling?”
She had averted her face to hide her tear
ful eyes, but he now took both her hands,
and as he drew her towards him, a great
tide of unsDeakable joy rushed over her,
and she could only murmur faintly: Oh,
Wat!”
W hen they were both calmer she told of
the heavy grief that had just fallen upon
them. They must leave their dear old
home, which had passed into the hands of
strangers. “Of strangers, Marion? Do
you call ms a stranger?”
“You Wat?”
He looked surprised in his turn!
“Did you not know that it is I who have
purchased the dear old farm? Did jou not
rrcieve Jack’s letter?”
“Oh, Walter, it cannot, cannot be true!”
He took from a pocketbook a paper,
which he opened and placed before her. It
was the mortgag • which her father had
given to Mr. Abner Harris.
“And the place is really yours now?”
she said, looking up radiantly through
sudden tears.
“Not mine, but ours, darling!”
She was too happy to speak a word in
answer.
“You see, dear,” Wat said, “Jack and
I talked it over the other day, and we
agreed, as he was so anxious to purchase
the mill and had n->t means sufficient for
both, that I should take the farm, and
leave him at liberty to invest in the mill
property. It is the very best thing for Jack
and for his mother, as I explained to her. if
only she had received his letter. Jack is not
fitted for a farmer, and could never have
made much of the farm, as he will certain
ly do with the mill. He came up with me,
in order to attend to the matter. Forgive
me that I neglected to inform you, but I
left him behind in the maple field, talking
with Aggie.”
Marion starred up witn a giaa cry. ,
Coming down the opposite declirity of the
meadow was aomebody, joyously waving ,
his hand, and in two minutes she was sob- ’
bing in her brother’s arms—sobbing from ’
a fullness of joy such as she had never in I
her life before known.
They hastened to the house, all three
eager to gladen the heart of the mother. ;
Jack sprang up the steps and took her ]
in his arms, while Wat lifted Myra, who I
had run to meet him in frantic delight.
As Marion crossed the threshold, the
old clock rang out a welcome chime. “Sev
en o’clock!’’ said the girl softly.
Her heart was full, and she turned away :
and went quietly up to her own room. As '
she passed the clock, she looked up at it *
with an expression almost of awe.
“What a lifetime of misery and happi- 1
ness in one hour!” she murmured. *
“Let the Mud Dry First.”—Here is f
a capital lesson that may well be impressed ,
upon the memory of both young and old : (
Mr. Spurgeon, in walking a little way out
of London to preach, chanced to get his ;
pantaloons quite muddy. A good deacon -
met him at the door and desired to get a j
brush and take off some of the mud. “Oh, i
no,” said Mr. “S., “don’t you see it is wet,
and if you try to brush it now you will rub J
the stain into the cloth? Let it dry, when t
it will come off easy enough, and leave no i:
mark.” So, when men speak evil of us l
falsely—throw mud at us—don’t be in a »
hurry about brushing it off. Too great t
eagerness to rub it off is apt to rub it in. c
Let it dry; by and by, if need be, a little (,
effort will remove it. Don’t foster scan- li
dal about yourself or others, or trouble in y
society, or in a church, by haste to do t
something. Let it alone; let it dry; it will t
be more easily eradicated than you think
in the first beat of excitement. Time has a
a wonderful power in such matters. Very j,
many things in this world will be easily b
got over by judiciously “letting them h
dry.”
--M Wl -- U
It is one of the proofs of the indestruc? e
tible religious nature of man that it is *
easier to rob him of his liberty than of his d
conscience, even though it be a supersti
tious one; easier to despoil him of bis goods t
than of his gods, though he would so ofteq I
gain by the loss; easier to enslave his body t
than coerce his mind, S
Poets of One Song.
THOSE WHO H AVE SUNG ONE SONG
AND DIED—OKIGIN OF SOME
POPULAR POEMS.
“Sing many songs that thou mayest be remem
bered.'’—Isaiah xxiii: 16.
This is rather a satire than a serious re
cipe for securing fame. It is more easy
to reu ember a single masterpiece than a
multitude of splendid things, and great
authors’ names generally go, in public
mention, with the name. of some single
great work of theirs. It is surprising to
find how many people of real merit have
“sung one song and died.” They saved
themselves a world of useless labor for
fame by striking twelve the first time
Somewhat like the following, the authoi
and Ins best production have found a
lodgement in minds:
Henry Carey—God Save the King.
Hopkins—Hail Columbia.
Key—Star Sp ngled Banner.
John Howard Payne—Home Sweet
Home.
Charles Wolfe—Burial of Sir John
Meore.
Charles Kingsley—The Three Fishers.
Edgar A. Poe -The Kaven.
Tom Hood—The Song of the Shirt.
Bret Harte—The Heathen Chinee.
The history of some of the poems which
hare immortalized their authors will be
found interesting.
Hood’s touching lyric, “The Song of the
Shirt,” was the work of an evening. Its
author was prompted to write it by the
condition of thousands of working women
of London. The effect of its production
was foreseen by two persons—the poet’s
wife and Mark Lemon, the editor oi
“Punch.”
‘‘Now mind, Tom; mind my words,”
said his devoted wife, “this will tell won
derfully. It’s one of the best things you
ever did.”
Mr. Lemon, looking over his letters one
morning, opened an envelope inclosing a
poem which the writer said had been re
jected by three London journals. Hi
begged the editor to consign it to the
waste paper basket if it was not though'
suitable for “Punch” a3 the author wa*
“sick at the sight of it.” The poem was
signed Tom Hood, and was entitled the
“Song of the Shirt.”
It was submitted to the weekly meeting
of the editors and principal contributors,
several of whom opposed its publication as
unsuitable to the pages of a comic jour,
nal. Mr. Lemon, howevet, was so firmb
impressed with its beauty that he publish
ed it on December 16,1843.
“The Song of the Shirt” trebled the
sale of the paper and created a profound
sensation throughout Great Britain.
People of every class were moved by it. Ii
wa* chanted by ballad singers in the street*!
of London and drew tears from the eye*
of princes. Several years after the au
thor’s death the English people erected a
monument over bis grave.—The rich gave
guineas, the laborers and sewing women
gave shillings and pence. Sculptured < n
it is the inscription devisdd by himself:
“He sang the Song of the Shirt.”
“The Old Oaken Bucket” was written
fifty or more years ago by a printer named
Samuel Woodworth. He was in tbs habit
of dropping into a noted drinking saloon,
kept by one,Mallory. One day, after drink
ing a glass of brandy and water, he smacked
his lips and declared that Mallory’s brandy
was superior to any drink that he had ever
tasted.
“No,” said Mallory, “you are mistaken.
There was a drink which in both our esti
mations far surpassed this.”
“What was that?” incredulously asked
Woodworth.
“The fresh spring water we used to
Irink from the old oaken bucket that hung
in the well, after returning from the fields
>n a sultry day.”
"Very true,” replied Woodworth, tear
drops glistening in his eyes.
Returning to bis printing office, be seat
id himself at bis desk and began to write.
!n half an hour
The old oaken hue et. the iron-bound bucket.
Che moss covered bucket which hung in the well.”
vas embalmed in an inspiring song that
las become as familiar as a household
vord.
Authors do not always appreciate their
rood work. We all have enjoyed Camp
lell’s “Hohenlinden,” and every school
>oy has shouted:
“The combat deepens; on ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave I”
Yet Campbell did not know whether this
ine ballad was worthy of publication. He
ind Sir Walter Scott were once travelling
n a stage coach, and, as they were alone,
hey repeated poetry in order to beguile
be time. At last Scott asked Campbell
o repeat some of his own poetry. Camp
isll said there was one thing be bad writ
en, lie never printed. It was full of
‘drums and trumpets and blunder-busses
,nd thunder,” but he didn’t know if there
vas anything good in it. Then he repeat
d “Hohenlihden.”
Scott listened with the greatest interest,
,nd when he bad finished broke out with
■But, do you know that's very fine. Why
t is the best thing you ever wrote, and
aust be printed.”
Mrs. Hemans’ “^he Boy stood on the
lurning Beck” is familiar to every school
oy; but the history of the littlo hero thus
nmortaliied is not generally known,
iwen Cassabianca, a native of Corsica,
as born in 1688. His father was a die- <
nguished French politician and naval
immander, and his mother a bt autiful ;
orsicaa lady. But she died young, and •
tf.e Owen went With bis father m a war '
Bgsel, and at the early age of ten he pgr. I
cipated with his father in the battle of
10 Nile.
The ship caught fire during the actio
id Capt. Cassabianca fell wounded ai
isensible upon the deck, while the bra
iy unconscious of his father’s fate, he
is place at the battery. The flames rag
round him; the crew fled one by one, ai
rged the lad to do the same, but be reft
1 and fought on until the whole ves<
as in flames, losing hi* fife ln the treme
ms explosion which followed.
AH of us are familiar with the PIettvl
Scottish ballad, “Conj,;n» thro’ t
Tug
* 7® field U meant, but who eversa
Scottish hc&ie walking through a field
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r>e or any other grain? The river R>e, at
Daily, in Ayrshire, is meant. Before the
lays of bridges it was no easy matter to
cross rivers without paying such a penalty
-is has immortalized Jennie in the eld bal
lad. Burns wrote the ballad and Brown
modernized it. As Burns wrote it, it in
cludes the river plainly enough:
“Jenny’s a’ wet, puir bodie,
Jenny's seldom diy;
She draggitt a’ her pettlcoatie
Cornin’ turo’ the Eye.”
Rye is spelled with a capital R. The air
is nearly pentatonic—the onlyF. which oc
cu * in the melody being very character
istic and effective.
It would be appropriate, in this connec
nection, to refer to’ Bishop Heber, whose
learned Brompton lectures and able arti
cles in the “Quarterly Review” are weigh
ed down by a single matchless missionary
hymn. It came about in this wise:
While he was rector at the Episcopa
church at Hodnet, Shropshire, ha paid a
visit to his fa; her-in-law. Dr. Shipley, the
Vicar of Wrexham, on the border of Wales,
On the next day, which was Sabbath, Dr.
Shipley was to deliver a discourse in behalf
of the “Society for the Propagation of the
Gospel in Foreign Lands.” Knowing his
son-in-law’s happy gift in rapid composition
he said to him: “Write something for us
to sing at the missionary service to-mor
row morning.”
Short notice that, for a man to achieve
his immortality. Heber retired to another
part of the room and in a little time pre
pared three verses of the popular hymn
commencing:
“From Greenland’s icy mountains.”
Dr. Shipley was delighted with the pro
duction, but Heber was not satisfied. “The
sense is not complete,,” he said. In spite
of Dr. Shipley’s earnest protest. Heber re
tired for a few moments longer, and then,
coming back, read the following glorious
bugle blast which rings like the reveille of
the millenial morning;
“Walt, wait, ye winds the story,
And you, je waters, roll,
Till like a sea ol glory,
It spreads from pole to pole!
TiU o'er our ransomed nature.
The Lamb lor sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.”
The next morning the people of Wrex
ham church listened to the first rehearsal
fa lyric which has since been echoed by
millions of voices round the globe.
No profane hymn-tinker has ever dared
to lay his bungling finger on a single sylla
! ble of these four stanzas, which the Holy
Spirit moved Heber to write.
FAEM AND FIBESIDE.
Six Recipes for Removing
Freckles.—(1.) Get ten cents worth of
rum-benzoin and alcohol. Let it stand
until the gum has dissolved sufficiently to
redden the alcohol, and then pour off this
mixture into a pint bottle, to the depth of
half an inch, and fill the bottle with soft
water. The preparation will then resem
>le milk, and is ready for use. Bathe the
freckles with a soft cloth dipped in the li
quid. If the skin smarts under the appli
cation, add a little more rain water. (2.)
Take I eef’s gall, half an ounce; salaratus,
;borax, and gum guaiac, of each a quarter
of an ounce pulverised; alcohol and rose
water, of each a quarter of a pint; mix and
let staud ten days, shaking occasionally.
Use as a wash twice a day. You can get
this wash made up at the drug stores; it
will cost you about thirty cents. (3.)
Emulsion of almonds one pint, powdered
borax two drachms, mix and apply to the
face night and morning. (4.) Sour bran
water applied to the face at night and al
lowed to dry there will remove freckles and
sunburn in a short time; will make the
skin smooth and fair but very easy to
freckle again. (5.) One quarter gallon rain
water, one ounce aqua ammonia, one ounce
rose water, two ounces glycerine; mix well;
shake before using. (6.) One ounce of
lemon juice mixed with a quarter drachm
of sugar will remove freckles. Keep this
lotion in a glass bottle, corked tightly, a
few days before Using; and apply to the
freckles occasionally.
Washing Black Calico.—(1) piae#
the garment in an iron kettle; cover with
soft water, cold; allow it to com* to boil
ing. The water becomes quite black, but
never mind. Pour the contents into a tub
add more water and wash with soap, as
other calico. Rinse ihoroughly in clear
water, and starch as follows. For each
dre-s take five cents’ worth of white glue
dissolve in hot water, pour into half a pail
of cold water, and use as staich. (2.) Take
warm soft water in your tub; no soap, but
in its place a dish of cora-meal, dry; rub
on the calico the same as soap, then rub
’n the wash-board, rinse in two waters
hang wrong side out in the shade. (3.)
Strain suds after boiling white clothes
and in this boil your calico ten minutes’
then take in blue water , rub till clean*
rinse well and starch with starch made of
Blear coffee. (4.) Use no soap; take two
eegs up in soft water; rinse and dry if
there are any greas* spots, rub a little egg
on before wettlag the dress. (5) Take
boiling suds and rub out as quick as cool
Bnough for the hands; rinse in clear wa
ter, and stiffen in skim milk; iron on the
wrong side.
This Orchard.—Apple trees may beset
swenty feet apart with advantage, and
will then pay greater profit by far than if
let at thirty or forty feet, and a grain crop
s grown under the trees. You cannot
if ten kill two birds with one stone or grow
;wo crops on the same ground; an orchard
houjd be kept for fruit alone. Wood ashes
ire the best fertilizer for fruit trees, if they
lannot be had potash salts and lim* will
>e the best substitute.
Bread Fried Cakes.—Take any bits
)f bread you may have left after meals;
ioak them in milk, or milk and water, un
U perfectly soft; mash fine; add two eg vs,
nnch of soda, salt to taste, and enough
lour to make them fry nicely; drop the
poonfuls into thot butter or lard. These
ire inexpensive and good, and a better
vay to, use dry bread than in puddings.
Farmer’s Jelly Gake.—One cup soar
iream.one cup of sugar, one egg, one small
easpoon of soda; beat the egg and sugar
ogether; and flour enough to make a
hick batter. 15 ike in round tins and
pread jelly between.

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