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MENTAL CULTURE IS THE FOOD OF HUMANITY.
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MfDDLETOWN, DELAWARE, SATURDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 19> 1874.
VOL. vn.
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m
TAKE THE PAPERS.
■T «. P. WILLIS..
Why ddh't you take the papers ?
They're the fife of oar delight ;
Except about election time,
And then I read for spite.
Subscribe I you cannot lose a'cent, *
Why should you be afjrud ?
For cash tbot paid is money lent
At interest (bur-fold paid.
Go, then, and take the paper«.
And pay to-day* nor par delay,
And my word for it ÿ inferred,
You'll live untjl yonr'e gray.
An old neighbor Of mine,
While dying with a cough,
Desired to hear the latest news
While be was going off.
I took the paper, and I read
Of some new pills in force;
He bought a box—and be is dead ?
r No—hearty as a horse.
I knew two men as much alike ^
As e'er you saw two stumps,
And no phrenologist oAuld And
A difference in tbcir. Lamps.
One takes the paper, and his life
Is happier than a King's,
His children can read and write,
And talk of men and things.
Tbe other took no paper, and
While strolling through the wood,
A tree fell down aad broke his trown,
And killed him—"very good.| *
Had he been reading of the newq
At hoine, tike neighbor Jim,
I'll bet a ceat that accident |
Would not have happened him
Wby don't you take the paper»?
Npr from the printers eneak '
Because you borrow from hie hoi
A paper every week.
For he who takes IBe papers,.. | /
And pays his bitte when doe ;
Cun live io peace with God and mao,
And with the printer too.
i. s
AT ^
Amanda Wbeuting and Nell Eusti*
were neightfordn foe town of Brierly
-Centre, both d#
formers. They I
Hedlcy together,;
after foe district sdhool had done its
best for them, aud Nell had learned,
btVfçpo play «Yew tunes
-do
wel
P>eeo lit 'South
nishing touch
among
on the^iiano by means of a natural ap
titude for the fine arte ; and since re
turning home she had found time to
look after her father's houso and dairy,
fend by teaching tbe district school
summers—they never allowed that privi
lege to a woman during tbe winter term
—she had laid up chough mosey to buy
a second-hand piano in the city. When
Nell showed Amanda the
confided her intentions fo her, Aman
-J, ««j*.
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. .
had a.new sensation. Hitherto sbe 1*4 >.
always been ahead of Nell, so to
Her bUek alpa*s.bad been finer tbàn
Nell's, and bad borne off the palm iu
i foe matter of trimmings, and kef •ham^fe
had been more numerous and more
gorgeous, her bonnets moref «höwy, ber
rib^n. more frequent for a coupriy
girl,» short,sbe &td învanably Iedtbe
stylesin Brierly Ooiitte^AndWw had^ #
doue them «edit with her Mjarkling
rkst But ntfw if Nell T
.
m
eyes and roe
was to have a piano, if she was to learn
to play on it,-Amanda's «kistsace would
bd em bittered beyond a pei
There was but otfe~p£inife for
Centre, and that was tip at |jjd Squire
Brierly's, and nobody to opfo it from
year's eod to year's end. /
"Ob,dear sakes! Nell,' saM Amanda,,
"what makes yon think of wasting
your money on such foolishness as a
piano, when you don'tknowpow te use
it, either* and it'll take up s|ch a sight
of room ?'
I venture.
Briefly
wr
"Ob, it'll just fit into ths niche by
the chimney," said Nell, b|]
cricket on the beartb ; " and 1
learn to nse it—see if I donl.
"I don't see who'll teach
as
as
as a
mean to
you; and
the
her
ehe
da
this
it costs a power of money.' j
"I've thought maybe Depion Smal
might give me some bints ; he plays the
bass-viol in the choir, you Haow. And
then folks can learn by tbemplres. I've
read about it—there's M
and—"
"Lor sakes!'laughed Amanda. "I
ie of those
s'pose you're a Mozart, or
foliows who knew music jby nature
Yon aren't vain nor any ting, are you
Nell ? ' I
■'Maybe Lam,' ausweredjNell,pleas
antly. "One can't get .of without a
trifle of vanity ; sort
•tuff, after all- j ÿj | t has b
it, though it's
cine—a little goes a good'ways. But
anyway I eonld play 'Fiber's Horn
pipe/ 'Chorus Jig,' ail 'Old Hun
dred,' at South Hadley. And I thought
it would sort of liven fajher np, after
t he day's chores were doti, to hear a
little music, if it wasn't fo fine, before
foe candles are lit, betteen daylight
and dark. It's sociable like, a little
said
wholesome
said about
homefealhic medi
to
it,
likes
ter
se,
was
In
ago
in'a
music is; and then it kould be all
handy for a dance any finter's even
"What's that about winter even
ingpl" asked Tom Brierlt foe squire's
eo^ and the hero of foe pieo, lounging
door, with that familiar
in
'•I'm going your way, ' said Tom,
the music of your voices as I came
"It-don't compare with the music
Nell will make on her piano.'
"Well-, good-by, Nell. Let me know
when you're ready to* begin that duet,
By-the-way, what shall it be—'The
rose that all are praising ?' " and then he
went off laughing with Amanda, und
left Nell looking after them with hun
gry eyes, and a heart heavy with un
spoken wishes. Wbat happiness would
there be in the possession of a piano,
or a world, if Tom preferred Amanda ?
And yet, who was she todreaqi of taking I
the fancy of a young fellow like Tern
Brierly—she with her pale face and
serious eyes and plain wajs ? The wo'- 1
non of his family b*d been used to ras
tie in stiff silks, and shine in shoen of
lace, with sunshine and powder tangled
in their curls, and rouge aud smiles on |
their diiqplcd cheeks ; at least that was
the story their patriots told, banging
air of his which made him welcome ev
ery where. "A dance? I'll engage
you for the first cotillon, Nellie, shall
I ? ' *
"Oh dear, no,' gigglud Amanda.
"She's going to be the band herself.'
'•Mandy 's laughing at me,' explain
ed Nell, "because I'm going to buy a
piano with my earning».'
"Let those laugh who win,* eried
Tom', -lightly "We'll play duets to
gether, Nell.' . v
"Well, I'm no company for such
famous musicians,' said Amanda.
"I
guess I'll be going bojne.'
rising. ,
"Oh, so soon?' pleaded Nollie.
"I didn't think of stopping—I heard
by-*
and growing dusty .in the great halLI
year after year. It was hardly likely |
fhst the heir of such traditions'would
think of her ; and yet it was her day I
drëa'iiy hey aspiration, that some day
be might a presumptuous dream ; but |
he Was always* to kind, and might not
, _____
kindness crystalize into love any day ? j
Amanda with -her vivid colors and
, Jir
prattyr confidence and dashing ways,
might beguile the heart out of a seraph,
she fancied ; and, after all, Tom
was
' I
only a young man, with a man's relish
for warmth and vitality end beauty.—
And wbat if it should come to pass
and she should have to live her life next
door te Tum and his wife, Stad witch
their shadows upon tbe curtains, and
see their children go in and out ! After
alt, perhaps she needed the piauo, in
order that she might confide the secret
that sometimes seemed too lig for her
heart to hold.
'
„ . .... .. . , ,
"Nell is so odd! said Amanda, as f
««j*. and Tom MM homo. •'*«..
,. , ,
you suppose she wants of a piano—
>. girl:who spend* half bev time it, the L
dairy and kitchen ?' |
piano isn'-t UV&d in vestment/ "
answered Tom: "*nd Deacon Small
uly8 Nell's got a talent that ôughthn to b
bo hid in a napkin"—laughingly.
„fo ^,4,, it , ^ turBiog hef I
head with .hfoiUU«».. ipondn^hy
be fe r , and be done With a
# j. 'v.;!f . ..
"Marry Nejly ! Deacon Small !' cried I 1 : 1
T 0 m, wifb a start and* laugh. "Did
beoyer dare propose, such a «thing ?'
. "They say shefoaa bad Umnder con-1
sidération. Folks think she couldn't $o|fo
"Wouldn't the?' said Tom, uneasily. !
"He's got means, you know,' 8a j d 1
Amanda, seriously, and ' Nall's gpt
better.'
ambition.'
"And he's eld enough to be her | ®*
grandfather.'
"Some folks, you knew, would soon-1
wr be an eld man's darling than a young
' ,.
man's slave.'
" You, wouldn't 7'
"I'll wait till tbe young man asks
me,' answered Amanda, suggestively
as well as wisely, and tossing ber head
as she bade him good-by.
"It can't be that Nell would marry
the Deacon for 'his means,' mused
Tom; "Amanda's such a little apple
blossom that it's hard for a fellow to
make up his mind. Jebu ! what a eon
ceited ass I am ! Perhaps Nell wouldn't
marry me any way, There's a look in
her eyes, though, that makes me feel
sometimes as if there wasn't any body
ehe in the wjde world—and then Aman
da 'll throw one of her sauoy glanees
this way and raise the deuce iu me !'
-of those
"I'm going to make some
raised doughnuts that father likes,'
said Amanda that evening ; ',1'm going
to surprise him with 'em.'
"Wa'al, there's nothin' ter hinder,
returned her mother, "only the erapt-1
"That's always tbe way, ifl take a
" Wa'al, you don't take a notion often
enough to hurt ; but if you're sot on
it, you might toss up a roly-poly ; he
likes that a sight better, ooly it's apt
ter swell his stomach.'
"Dear me! bnt it stains your hands
se, peeling apples !" said Amanda, who
was too ornamental tç be very useful.
In fact, tbe neighbors had assertsd long
ago that ths Wbeatings were spoiling
in'a is out.'
notion to do any thing—'
Ainauda ; that she wasn't brought up
as a farmer's daughter should be ; she
couldn't make up a baking nor take off
a churning more than a baby. These
things had come ta Farmer Wheating's
ears, and bad made them burn. So
when be bad come home to dinner, and
found the rolly-poly smoking hot on the
table, he smacked his. lips and said,
"Jest see what a wife your mother is,
Mandy ! You'll never hev the souse to
make such a tit-bit fur your husbaud
like this 'ere. You'll hev to perk up
aud git accomplished in yer cookin',
Mandy, if you want ter get married ; fur
they do say as how a man's heart's
reached through his stoinafth, and I
dunno but they're about right.'
"I guess I sha'u't have much trouble
io getting married when I want to,'
pouted Amanda, with a toss of her
head. "And that's all the thanks I
I pies, and blistering my face over the
oven !'
"Holloa, Mandy, you don't mean ter
8ay «.hat you made it ! I'd as soon ex
t h e m00H ter turn ter green
cheese!' *
Nell cookg U p things just to please her
f al h e r, he always praises 'em up to the
ik i e8 . and j t jgnft so hard for Nell be
I cauge 8b „ wag brought up to it," sulked
ÎAmandu.
- ,. Wa'al, ain't I a-praisin' it, Mandy ?
1 À, n 't I been helped to it twice ? What
better praise cau you kev than thatY'
'Nell's going to have a piano toe,'
pautud Amanda, who was hankering
| after somHtb i ng more substantial than
a
get for staiuing my hands peeling ap
'You're mighty encouraging. When
praise
'A pianny ! What's she goin' ter do
witb it y Keep it fur tbe chickens ter
| roo8t ou ? 01d is a - s î lc lH n ' out,
'pears to me. I s'pose you'll be waDtiu'
ouo Dext y»
, rd give al) rm wor th to get one
firgt . confe88ed Amanda. 'She'll be
so highfalut in you can't touch ber,
tnd j(> 8 dread f a ) uncomfortable to live
beside neighbors who put on airs !'
'And I s'pose a pianny would make
yQU k5nder hnnib , <) Hke> Mandy . Wa>
al
at
to
in
ly
tbe
the
and
tbe
if yer was ter take a premium at the
county fair for the best butter, I'd buy
you a pianny.. There's a bargain for
you !'
"Lor sakes! I never made expound
in all my born days. But mother could
help me.'
' 'No, no| mother shan't jml a finger
to it—honor bright. I'm goin' fur ter
show the folks how as you're equal to
any of the farmers'daughters. I ain't
goin' ter have it thrown in my face no
f , ,, - , ,
'""«'V " V* *** *»
your station.
.«r n n •• •» t * t
L U® / W " r .V f 1 * ry
" * Pr#mia,D ' ther ° W ° n,t b ®
" Dy h " m /° De ! and * 1 d °' y0U .' H b " y
" bra " d *Bf w MTen 0CtaTC P" B °—
b °"° r ht f bt .. T 1 " .
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'Yes, I will; seven octave or seventy
I —whatever an octave may be.
a wiU > she ' ras dili g eDt at tha weekly
churning. Nell always sent butter to
I 1 : 1 '® «»""'Y fair - a « d M taken a prS
m,um If »he could only
eclipse Nell! And there was Tom
Brfwlj. too ! how proud he Would be
$o|fo ^* r * n t0 fo® county dinner—
the best batter maker in Brierly Centre
! f° r appreciated those things,
1 fewd-she bad heard him declare that he
®bould be proud of a domestic wife who
could turn her hand to anything, like
And eo Amanda went to work with
| ®* rs - Kitchen ; and the reason why she
had never striven for that pinnacle
because she fancied that he would be
proud of her on any terms. Beaux
came by nature, but a piauo was a
different affair. Still she bed no faith
was
in ber own handicraft, and every time
that she sent her butter to market she
expected it to return unsold. Tbe fair
was to be held in Brierly Centre that
y ear * and fo® rime drew near, and
Amanda got so nervous over tbe pros
P ect fo»* she dreamed she was a pound
°f butter left to melt in tbe sun ; and
bar favorite nightmare was that the
premium was Tom, and Nell's butter
toob *»• She found out the days on
which Nell churned, and she always
took care to drop in and taste the but
tfl r, in order te compare it with her
own, .which did pot in the least conduce
a
to
to her comfort, but left the bitter flavor
of env J "P on her P»!« to.
" What are yon going to. stamp your
butter with, Noll ? ' she asked one day,
while Nell was braiding a rag mat, and
Tom Brierly offered suggestions about
barmon y *® fo« color of the rags.
" Oh, I always use that old stamp of
grandma's, the sheaf of wheat,' replied
" There, will this piece of soar
let flannel be oat of taste here beside
the strips of - my old blue delaine,
think ? '
" Who' ever heard of taste in a rag
mat?' laughed Amanda, peevishly.—
" Do let's talk about the fair. I've
got butter on tbe brain.'
"A fatty degeneracy of the brain,
eh ? ' insinuated Tom.
'Now don't l»ugb ; if you h»d a pre
Nell.
.*
'Jf;««
3
^ \
r *K
up
she
off
These
So
and
the
is,
to
up
fur
I
to,'
her
I
the
ter
ex
her
the
be
?
inium to tako you would not feel so
easy.'
" Wouldn't I, though ?'
" Do you sei
towo-hall Nell;
your butteï' to the
fit your butter box,
just as if it was going to market? '
"Exactly,' said Nell, sorting her
rags—"this bit of orange wouldn't go
in badly there ?—yes, with my uarae on
a card in the box '
" Would you miud lending me your
stamp—the shéaf of Wheat—after you
have done using it ? '
" Not the least in the world.'
" I broke mine last churning.'
" I'll send it over,' and that was_
how ithappeued that Nell stamped her
own butter with a strawberry instead of
a sheaf of wheat.
So far Amanda had been as honest as
the sun. "Mother" hadn't so mach
as touched the churn-dasher, and it was
not till the evening before the fair-day
that the father of lies, or original sin,
made a suggestion to her naturally not
in accordance with " honor bright.'
. The butter, cheese, vegetables, fruit,
and fancy work were all displayed in
the town-hall, ready for the morrow's
judgment, Nell's and Amanda's among
the rest ; and it had unfortunately fall
en to Mr. Wheating's part—he being
one of the judges oo fruits aud vegeta
bles, and tbe nearest neighbor—to lock
up foe hall and take the key borne, in
order to make sure that the products of
the county were not molested. Aman
da saw him come in and hang tbe key
behind the keeping-room door.
" What's that, father ? ' she asked.
" It's the key to the town hall, that's
ap
all.'
do
ter
And then her evil genius " said his
say," and she wrestled with him till all
the house was asleep, and was worsted
She threw a shawl over her shoulders
be
just as the clook struck eleven, and took
down the key stealthily, looking over
her shoulder the while. " I must have
tbe piano, at all odds," her thoughts
ran, "And^as for the premium, I'll
make it up to Nell some day.
moonlight was so bright she had no
need of a lantern. She hurried aorose
The
al
the fields into the highway, brushing
the dew as she went straight to tbe
town , ball and let herself in. The moon,
playing fantastic pranks among the
strange assemblage there, startled her
at first. A mammoth cabbage seemed
to be shaking its hsad at her ; tbe eyes
in the potatoes winked at her knowing
ly ; tbe air was rank with the odor of
fruit. She knew exactly where her
butter box had been placed, end Nell's
ton; she remembered that the boxes
were counterparts of each other, both
small and unpainted. All she did in
tbe world was to put her own box in
the place of Nell's, and exchange cards
with her. Then she slipped out again,
and tbe great door groaned on its
hinges, and the groan echoed through
tbe silent hall; and before she was
fairly ont of its shadow, somebody pass
ed by on tbo other side, whistling,
" The rose that alj are praising." She
drew the shawl over her head ; for it
was Tom Brierly, who paused and look
ed after her retreating figure. Where
had Tern been at this hour ? At Nell's,
perhaps, looking at the piano. She
had seen it arrive that night with her
own eyes, and had not plaeked up heart
enough to go in and praise it.' It
seemed too bad that Nell should have
tbe piano and the premium both ; for
the foolish girl hadn't a doubt but
Nell's butter would be the best ; it had
taken tbe premium once, and people
weren't apt to retrograde in the matter
of makfog butter. But then, if Tom
should find ber out, how he would de
spise her! at that thought, though she
was hurrying away from her misdeed,
sh« would gladly have returned again,
but for fear of meeting Tom and being
detected.
ter
able
tbe
town
her
my
it !
ed
take
I
in
The next day the roads were gay,
The next day the roads were gay,
and alive with folks flocking in from
the neighboring towns, dressed in their
Sunday best. There was a plowing
match worth seeing, at which Tom Bri
erly himself took a prize ; and, to
orown all, there was tbe grand dinner
in tbe big tent, to which every* body
walked by twos to the music ef the fife
and drum fiom West Brierly, and all
the nobodies stood aside aud stared, and
consoled themselves with sarcastic re
marks on the toilettes iu the procession,
and then went and peeped through the
chinks ef the teDt till their mouths
watered.
Tom Brierly came in a little late to
the dinner, flushed aud handsome from
his plowing, aud Amanda's heart gave
a great thump when he dropped into a
vacant seat beside Noll, while she sat
opposite with nobody bnt Deacon Small
to do the gallantries.
' I hope i'm not putting. myself into
somebody else's place,' said Tom.
' I guess it's all right,' answered Dr.
Thoroughwort. ' There's'many who'd
like to put themselves into your shoes, I
reckon.
And Ainauda cringed as if somebody
bad struck her, aud Nell blushed a be
coming rese-oolor. And foen followed
speeches and toasts, and flirtations and
philopoenaing, and Amanda sat through
it all, shivering and horning by turns,
hearing nothing of the pleasantries go
ing on about her, with no relish for
cake or comfit, because Nell Eustis had
taken the first premium on batter
That had been the result of her night's
work of exchanging cards and butter
boxes with Nell ! To be sure it was
Amanda's butter that had taken the
prize, in spite of her want of faith, but
how could she make it known ? With
what face could she declare it? Surely
her sin had found her out.
so
the
box,
her
go
on
!
you
was_
her
of
as
not
in
in
of
"Seems terme you ain't got your
usual sperits nor appetite, Miss Mandy,'
said the deacon.
" In love, eh ?
Won't you bev a drop of this honey,
say? It'll make your checks red in
your hair ourl. Patty Jones took the
premium on honey, did you se.e ? The
doctor he asked her, the wag, if foo
made it, or tbo bees I s'pose Miss
Nell's rather set up with ber premium
on butter, ain't she ? Young Brierly
is kinder sweet on her, eh ? "
At the other side of the table Tom
Brierly was whispering to Nell, " So I
see your rag mat took a prize,
was for sale I should buy it.'
'Oh, i'll give it to you, if you want
it, Tom," süd Nell.
' There's something else I wish
you'd give me instead, Nell. Have you
tasted these gilly flowers ? What's tbe
matter ? You look pale. Any deadly
secret on your mind ? Make me father
confessor, Nell, do ! I'm afraid that it
doesn't agree with you to tako premi
l'll tell you wbat, Nell, if you'll
marry me, and come up to the Hall to
live, I shall think I've drawn the first
premium in the country.'
'Oh, Tom,'gasped Nell, under her
breath, ' I don't know what to do ! I
If it
urns.
must tell somebody ! Pm almost wild
I—I didn't take the premium for but
ter? Somebody had exchanged cards
with me. You see, I should never
ha v e found it out, jut I st a mped my
:
batter with a strawberry ; and that
which took the premium has my card
attached to the box, but it's stamped
with—well, no matter what; its differ
ent, that's all. It isn't my butter.'
' Is that all ? ' cried Tom, ' Yon
gave me such a start ! I thought you
were going to tell me that your affec
tions were engaged to the deacdn, or
you'd been changed in your cradle ! '
' Now don't laugh at me, Tom.
' It's no laughing matter, I can as
sure you, when a fellow offers bis heart
aud gets nothing back.
' Oh, Tom, what do you want more
than I've given you already ?
' You've given me the rag mat, and
now I want you. Hive some folks an
inch, and they'll want a Nett.
• But what^shall I do about the but
ter ?
* I'll tell the judges there has beeD a
mistake made—
' And then she'll know that she has
been found out.
' And she ought to know it.
it
It
a
' But it'll hurt her ; she'll never be
able to hold up her head again. And,
don't you see Bhe has been punished
enough already?'
1 Yes, I dare say she is heartily
ashamed of herself. Perhaps you had
better let it go, and give tbe money to
tbe poor !
• Bat I do hate to take credit that
doesn't belong to me.
However, Mrs. Wbeating herself
came to the rescue. She went into the
town ball to taste the prize butter by
means of which poor Amanda had lost
her piano.
' Bless ray eyes ! said she, * that's
my Mapdy's butter, if I was to die for
it ! There isnt another lot here stamp
ed with a sheaf of wheat, and I would
take an oath that Mandy's was, though
I was not fetched up to besr swearing
in my father's house. I will jest go
and get Nell Eustis, and see if she will
own it. And of course Nell was only
too glad to resign the troublesome honor
of taking the premium ; and the judges
were informed, and it was finally re
announced that Amanda was the suc
cessful oampetitor, and nobody dreamed
how the mistake had come about.
t They alius muddle and mix things
so at them fairs,' explained Mrs.
Wheating.
Bnt when Amanda's father began to
talk flboyt foe piano, Amanda hung
fire ; she woqld not hear to it—it post
too much, sbe had not any gift at
music—and so the matter dropped.—
But when Nell fulfilled her dream, and
married Tom, and went to live at
Brierly Hall, she gave Amanda ber
second-hand piano, that bad cost
Amanda so much.
And, after all, Tom Brierly thinks
that it was he who took the premium at
the county fair.
"Look 'ere now, Salusha/ yelled a
Clay county, 'Missouri, woman to the
oldest girl, '!-<jh>n't bend over that well
»0 fqr. You'll fall in there some of
those days, and then we'll have to earry
water. "
of
Big Words.
Big words are great favorites with
people of small ideas and weak concep
tions. They are often employed by
men and, women when they use. lan
guage that way best conceal their
thoughts. With few exceptions, how
ever, illiterate and half educated per
sons use more big words than people of
thorough education. It is a very com
mon but a very egregious mistake to I
suppose that long words are more gen
teel than short ones—just as the same
sort of people imagine high oolors and
res improve their style of
dress. They are the kind of people
who don't begin but 'commenoe.' They I
don't live, but 'reside.' They don't go I
to bed, but mysteriously 'retire.' They I
don-'t eat and drink, but 'partake of re- I
freshments.' They are never sick, but
'extremely indisposed.' And instead of I
dying, at last, they 'decease.' The
strength of the English language is in
the short words—chiefly monosylables I
of Saxon derivation—and people who
are in earnest seldom use any other.— |
Love, haste, anger, grief, joy express
themselve^in short words and direct
sentences; while cunning, falsehood, i
and affectation delight in what Horace
calls verba tesquipeda&ia —' worda a foot
and a half long.' ] ]
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der Veken, was discovered on the 11th |
instant, stretched insensible on a bed in
A Long Fast.—A man named Van
a garret of this city. He was taken to I
the hospital, and then gave signs of life,
but it was not till the next day that he
bad strength to speak. Then he asked
wbat day it was, and on being informed
that it was the 12th of August, said:
I have been there these thirty-seven
days A little later be became better
able to speak, andûn reply to questions, ft
he informed the doetor that early in
July fee bad been suffering from a spit
ting of blood. He was alone in the by
garret, but expecting that he would be
better, and not wishing to^trouble any "
one, belay dowuon the bed,. Here,
however, he found himself becoming so
weak that he could .not rise, and though te
he tapped.on the wall no one appeared ]
to have beard him. Near his bed was
a pitcher of water, and he was able by
means of à small can taget some out ef
it from time to time. Little by little f
he lost his remaining strength, until he
found himself unable to move. He
could not speak, and his sight became to
dim from time to time until all power
of vision faded. Still his sense of hear-1 a
ing contined most acute, and he- Says the
he could detect the smallest sound,
though utterly powerless to articulate a
syllable. He is so# recovering, and it
is expected will, with care, be thorough
ly restored. |
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-^—— foe
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When Jenny Lind was in this eoun
try. she once attended the Bethel church
in Boston, where the well-remembered
but eooentrio Father Taylor was pastor,
The good man, who did not hnow that
she was present, was requested, as he
entered the house, to preach on amuse
ments. The sermon opposed dancing,
card-p]&jjjng and theatre going, but ap
proved of musio The preaoher paid a
glowiug tribute to the power of song, I
and to the goodness, modesty and j
charity of the sweetness of all singers |
' now lighted on these shores.' Jenny I
Lind was leaning forward and dapping
her hands-with delight, when a tall
person rose on'the pulpit stairs, and is- j
quired whether any one who died at
Miss Lind's concerts would go to hea-1
Disgust and contempt swept a- !
cross Father Tailor's fooe as he glanced
at the interloper. 'A Christian will go
heaven wherever he dies, and a fool j
will be a fool wherever he is—even if |
Enough of Politics. —Albert J. I
Brown, of Mississippi, was brigadier
general of militia at nineteen, in the
Legislature at twenty-two, and in Con
gress at twenty-six. He was Circuit
Judge at twenty-eight, Governor at
thirty, and was afterwards Senator.—
He was never defeated when a candi- 1
date for office. Iu a recent letter Mr. I
Brown says that it would have been I
better for him if he had followed foe
occupation of his fafoes, which was that \
of a farmer. His greatest regret is that
he eyer made a political speech or held
ap office. He adds, "to be a black
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smith, a carpenter or an artisan of any
sort i. no discredit to any man. Beu L
ter that than be a jack-legged lawyer,
a quack doctor, colter hopper, or
Worse still, a wretched seeker after
office „ j
Noble lords are scarce at tbe water-1
ing-place hotels, and a cruel man ae-1
countsforiton the ground that it ifl
When a Chicago man can't lie on his I
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ven
to
he is on the steps of the pulpit.
not time for the barbers to take their
summer vacations.
back and go to sleep without dreaming
of his mother-in-law, it is considered
sufficient ground fer divoroe..
^grifultural.
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i September,the mouth requiringbard
work—every energy of the indnetriou
fermer, including brain-work, if he I
] ] Mkg for a tt prej)ent and for fo _ |
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Farmen' Gürte.
Up in the early morning,
Just at the peep of day,
Straining the milk in the dairy,
Turning the cows away—
reeping the floor in the kitchen,
Making the beds np stain.
Washing the breakfast dishes,
Dusting the parlor'chairs.
Sw
Brushing the crumbs from the pantry,
Hunting for eggs at the barn,
Roasting the meat for dinner,
Spinning the stocking yam,
Spreading the snow white linen
Down on the bashes bekiw,
Ransacking every meadow
Where the red strawberries grow.
Starching their cottons tor Sunday,
Churning the snowy cream,
Rinsing tbe pails and strainer,
Down in the running stream,
Feeding the geese and poultry,
Making the paddings and pfos,
Jogging the little one's cradle,
Driving away the flies.
Grace in every motion,
Mnsic in every tone,
Beanty of form and feature,
Thousands might covet to own—'
Cheeks that rival the roses,
Teeth the whitest of pearls;
One of the country maidens is
A score of your giddy girls.
worth
[From the Maryland Farmer.]
Farm Work for September.
tare support, is now exacted. The
cropsief the year are to bw gathered and [
the seeds sown for erdpe-of the earning
year, or preparation for their being I
Mvn n#x j month. Thia is : English
harvest-time, and a-noted month for I
many farming operations to bo aeoom
plifoed both in Amoriea as well as En- 1
rope . Certain duties must he perform
ed this m0D th by the cultivator of the
80n jf he be wise and provident in bis
efforts to make agriculture profitable,
ft is these dories that we desire to name
and respectfully suggest that *ey be
promptly and energetically attended to,
by these for whose benefit they are in
Leaded._
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Gut off the corn and put in small
shocks, as soon as it is fit. Cofn is fit! ML
te be out, whenever the grain is to. be tW9
out, whenever the grain has become
hard ; in a word, past the roasting ear I
stage. Cut early and the grainjs more I ^
plump and weighty, while the fodder is
infinitely superior to that left to dry "
and be injured by the winds and rains. I
Secure, if possible, the oorn crop prior
to the Eqhinox.
It is a good plan to ataek it around I WM
a standing stalk and tie the shock near J
the fop. It will then not be likely to
blow over. Persons are apt to save I your
some labor at the often risse loss ef foe
grain, by making the shocks too large. I fois
m. 1
Sow rye as esriy as possible
oomit.
among
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foe »Unding corn, sr as sewn as it is
out This valuable crop is toe mneb I
J neglected in its culture. It will payj
a ft® r °° ra better than wheat. It read-1
ity re®p®ttds to olean, good enltnre and
manuring suitable to its «ante. Tbe
constituent elements èf foe straw and ^
grain of rye chemical analysis has shown
t0 *>e chiefly lime, potash, -soda and
J silîsà. Any fertilizers containing these.
a ingredients in snffioient quantities,
I wadld be Suitable for rye. ^ Lime,ashes, I
j or bone meal, salt and plaster, are eaoh J
| good for increasing the preduet of foie j
I crop. One or all of these should bel
applied te it, if a large product is to be |
looked for.
j whiat. I
Wa do not advi(,e »wing this impor
toBt * ra * B cr0 P tbi * »«»»•»•> But the I
! 8 r9und fo°nld be prepared for it, so that I
" heB tha P T °P or ,ime wives the work
u,a y P ro ff reaa rapidly. The field in
j tended ^ or follow-wheat ought to be
| pi° w *d early this month, and kept dean I
by frequent harrowing. It should have
been closely graxed before being broken a
I ®p, for it ie not : well to plow under a
beaT y growth of grass or weeds, for the
wheat, unless it be so early in tbe sea
80,1 tba * ** will be thoroughly decom-11
P° ,ad > an 4 became mixed with the soil, 1
oross-plowing and other cultivation,
Next """fo we * ha11 8 P eak more about 1 M
1 tbe ° u lrivation of this great 8tsg|B pro-1
I duot - Clean, good seed is of tSe Irit j fc
I "O"»«®* ™ regard to wheat, therefore |
*• «®fg®®* *° °« r frie» d * to secure at !
\ onee * b «ir seed-wheat. Do not put it [ A
® ff BBti l fo® l 1 ®* moment,when perhaps B
" ' b ®7 would prefer is not
t0 ®® ® ad> I
MKAsowa I
„ mxadowb. I,,.
L ° V f ' h * n, " do «' de8 '»J fo® .
bn> " h" 11 ®* 1 C, ® a> the fence cor * 1
^ dUofce8 ' aBd .
P"" ! W,nd ®! ,e8 rnn free, 7 are not
j »topped up. Give the meadow »dress- ®*
ing of ashes (five bushels per sere) jf I
U ***' 0t 6v ® *»"^*«.® f gw®® d "
^ ^ tbr ®® bu ® hel> of Bah W ona **
^ Pi"*®' *«» «®ixed. When the after I ' b
math gets well np, it wijl not 'hart to
pasture it with light stosk, particularly a
sheep, as they are great gleaners and
WÎ 1' k * P doWB * he 8 P™«fa of boshes you
sad briars, and est also the comer (you
weed* before they get tajoed. Never | to
allow a b °g t® runmutiMbdow ot^n
joung clover,
see
he I General 8ingleton,
fo _ | geld it a glitten« '
would like, to -SShi-a
Civil Righta
Rifle practice
Freedom didn't shriek mueh
Vermont's Poland foil. .
Illinois complains that her bat!
came back from Vienna in a da
condition. Wouldn't wonder if th<
An Irishman said he did*sot a
this country for wewfc— he had s
ance of that in his own cogntry.
In Paraguay the gentlemen kiss tha
ladies when they are introduced, and,
generally when they afterwards aseet.
The old studio of Sir Joshua Reyn
I olds in Leicester Square, London .faaaf
recently been converted into an aaotiakflL
I room. . tpfej
j Abelle, upon being asked her
er's profession, said he "embalmed .
. pork," she believed. He was mjuteon
curer.
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Tbe St. Lpuis Globe «peaks o
tain long-winded MiSaOnri
man who "has a sleeping i
to bis train of thought.
"Is the candidate for
-asked a stranger, as be. J
Sussex county bar-room. /
•nswered eighteen men, ss
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; fraud.
The
and [ S^tiering fraud then.]
A California post r
I himself a male, and a
Abrimietee-itea a
for I self-possession
Randolph, Mais.; I
En- 1 manufactory which tui
$75,000 worth of tbos
the very oostly articles.
bis " See " said e sorrei
peaceful'the cat ni dm
gaid a, petulanttueW
be tkeB together, and U.J
to, will fly« ''g
in- "
fit! ML
be tW9 °P lni0M "
In 1857 Russia
I » now iH" basmore than 10
I ^ miles, showing a gvov
is which h«« eh
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Lady of Lyons?" saida
«eedy actor. "I should think l might,"
I WM answer, "I have done a giwst
J landlords.** '" ________
to "So nee your own as'not to' if
I your neighbor's" ii the wise mFixim of
ef foe law. The general observance of 1
I fois vole would prevent many of the con
{troveniefe and lawsuits whiefc occur,
:> /F
w.;
A little boy c
thing aboot a ha
eons." It w «s
of
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sam»
"Gan yen do tbe lii
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. 8peaking of engsi
] 0Te | y littIe Uondfli afad m, /at g m .
I t 8 g t wbo wekra a diamond solitaire on
ber f ront fi D g eriand j 8 ao tually betroth
ad ta a yonng man of 19
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"etterw—«^Whft we "
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I ^° ,r . ® ®® u ** r J rd > 0B ® ra * n J
J ™ 0rB,B fi* 0 «ff*®®* w om be bad put
j «or room^uuder n leaky raof.
■ swimming y, was tbe reply.
| 0rd f r t0 , ® CB ^® 4 pbyei«al beanty
JJ® BD fi gfrl® »ra recommended to cat
I ®®»* ®nce a day, pickles once fe week,
sweetmeat« once s jeer ; take a odd
I bath daily and walk five mileeoveiry day.
I Doctor (whobae been out for a day's
spart)— "It is too bad 1 Here Poo been
out all day end not killed a mngie bsra!
Forester—"Prescribe eometbigg fer a
I hare, doetor ; that will fei
A politician, wishing to*«. _
a well-to-do former, said : "Yo# irtwt*
have commenced lifo early to aomimn
'lata snob fen estate as foi»?
replied the former, "I began life
was a mere baby
1 g heil-storm last night
marked a guest to a California
1 M he eain# dov / n ^ otk>f m - 's
j„g "No," was Ihe reply "only
j fc w *i .the boys »booting at a Chinsman
| aad thc ^sHs rattling «gainas
! A man wbe w . v. t
[ A , . * *, U 0
B oos« ^oUtTlf n^b / '„W ,
,, waitiog ^ '
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I upon the loeal editor fiendishly- wiot
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. And the angels ,tirred up th. Sr.
*** b " fbl#r ' h ® n ;
®Mp. B»-. was showing outfi t
®* t0 a v >«tor recently, and plaefng
band on tfiesnimal's bips, said: "p
" « coU tha ' i# perfectly gentle." At
** " me . ln *" B * the ® 0,t W
' b ® »* d ®. fatal i»j«ries. '
"Pa, who is 'Many Voters?'
a young hopeful of his sin.
know him, my son,
you sigois* hfe 1
(you got foe ofo
to run for slderm
ami.foere'i a nfok<
ooad j"* *
in
ing there, ay deer?, Are yea burning %
incense?" Young lady—"Ok. ml m* %
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