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JOS. GUGGENHIME <k CO.’S COLUMNS.
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RALLY ROUND THE FLAG.
GO -A-ISTZD SEE HO"W
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Prices Have Shot Down I
At the N. Y. Store, Hastings, Min.
DRAY LOAD AFTER DRAY' LOAD
—OF—
10’ia’W" G-OOX3S
Is ponring into the
New York Store.
But thj rnah alter them is so great that
Mr. Marx ia
CONSTANTLY DISPATCHING
Orders to Aiw York
For more of ths reserves” to be •* aeut
to the front.”
TALKING ABOUT PRINTS,
The Ladies Do «*y that
MARX
WON’T BE UNDERSOLD,
AMP
••THAT’S WHAT’S THE MATTER.’
MERCHANT TAILORING.
The New Yura Store is prepared to
Furnish Clothing to Older,
EQUALIS
Style and Quality
To that of any ektablisLiuent on thia Con
tinent
MR. MARX HAS ARRIVED
FROM THE EAST WITH
OHSS® GOODS*
IN GREAT VARIETY.
WHITE GOODS CHEAPER THAN
FOB THE FAST FIVE IEAKS.
Ladies’ Sacking, in all the Novelties.
CLOTHS, CASSIMERS & VESTINGS
ARE CHEAP IF THEY EVER WERE.
Prints at One Shilling; Alapacas Very Cheap;
delai\ls, awat dow.v
CLOTHINC MADETOORDER,
Equal to Now York in Stylo and Price, with Freight added.
CLOTHING, A .WHOLE SUIT FOR 85.00.
All Bind, of Bora’ Clothing Awful Cheap.
Largest Stock of Hats, Caps, Trunks, Satchels,
Valises Ever Brought to this City.
OUR STOCK IS FULL.
It’» Worthy yonr Attention.
JOSEPH GVGGENHIME AtCO.
Hasting*. Mmn , May 22,18&8.
“THERE’S REASON IN ALL THINGS,"
“PEOPLE AIN’T FOOLS.”
YES, YES, JUST SO.
And that’s just tne reason auch
Crowds do Congregate
AT THE
NEW YORK STORE
* Day after Da yr.
They find it for
THEIR PROFIT
To buy their
R Y <X oo n s
AT IBM
New York Store-
’TIS TOO TRUE.
PRINTS are SELLING
—AT —
Very Low Prices,
—AT THE—
New York Store.
But if the
DEAR PEOPLE
Are satisfied, what difference doea it make
with
Our Competitors.
Site journal.
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UNION REPUBLICAN TICKET.
FOR PRESIDENT,
GEN. U.S. GRANT
FOR VICE PRESIDENT,
SCHUYLER COLFAX.
For Presidential Electors.
At Largo— 8. S. BARLOW, of Sauk.
“ —HENRY D. BARRON, of Polk
lat Dist—ELIHU ENOS, of Waukesha.
2d •• —CHAS. G. WILLIAMS, of Rock.
Id —A. WORDEN, of LaFayette.
4th “ —L- F. FRISBY, of Washington.
sth “—W. G. RITCH, of Winnebago.
6th « —WM. T. PRICE, of Jackson.
£*}~ The Democratic papers think
G«u. Grant should resign as General
because he is nominated for President.
Gen. Grant was made General-in-Chief
by the universal wish of the loyal people
of the United States. It is their desire
that he should remain in that office unless
he is called by them to one still higher.
He has not sought the nomination to
the Presidency, and if elected, as he
will be, President, the office comes to
him unsolicited, and only because the
people demand bis services in that posi
tion.—State Journal.
[From the Wabasha Herald.]
—ls by the mere fact that the color
ed man is allowed to exercise the elective
franchise, Democrats are degraded,, it
strikes us that a Democrat for whom a
darkey vote*, must be plunged head long
i into a hogshead of boiling seething dis
; grace!
We are happy to state that the ru
mors extensively circulated by the Cop
perhead press, to the effect that Grant
would decline the nomination for Presi
j dent at the hands of the Kepuulican par
ty, is not true. He is not in a “decline,”
i on the contrary, he is ascending the scale,
and on the 4th of March, 1869, he will be
chief magistrate of this mighty nation
Why in h—l don’t Gen. Sickles
get a wooden leg, and walk upon it, like
thousands of other wounded heroes ?
Why will he continue to use crutches
| when they are so dreadfully inconvenient ?
Chicago Times.
After your soul (if you have one) dis-
I solves business with your body, you will
in all probability, emigrate to the coun
I try above named, and can then prosecute
your enquiries and find out why wooden
legs are not worn there.
As the commander in chief of the
armies of the United States, was walk
ing upon the wharf at City Point, one
winter's day in the year of 1865, deep
in the consideration of some problem of
military science, the application of which
would materially aid in subduing the re
bellion, and, at the same time, puffing
that traditionary cigar, he was halted by
a colored sentinel, who said in a firm, but
respectful tone:
, “No smoking, sab, on the wharf.”
“Is that your orders, sentinel ?” asked
the greatest captain of the age.
“Yes, sab.”
“A very good order it is, too,” said
Grant, as he tossed his cigar into the
river.
He obeyed the order in this instance,
of a subaltern, when with his very breath,
he could have altered it to suit him. Ho
might have suspended the sentinel and
appointed an ad interim, and spread out
a few thousand constitutions to the sol
diers. He might have played the role of
Andrew Johnson,’ but for the fact that he
was a man and prepared to act as a man.
So will Ulysses S. Grant be always
found, a law-abiding, Union-loving man
Fearless in the discharge of his duties, he
will ever be, but capricious, tyrannical
and treacherous, never.
The Philadelphia Press says the
resolutions of our National platform,
“rise above party, and plead for the na
tion’s honor and the country’s peace in
future.
ses of the Guverement sl2, 000,000 per
annum, as the bead of one department of
the Government, how much will be the I
reduction when he has a right to interfere
in all departments?— Toledo Blade.
Gen. Grant remarked, in reference
to the nomination of Mr. Colfax: “Well,
Colfax is the most popular man in the
country, and tho only thing the Demo
crats can accuse bitn of is that he is n
Republican.”
OUR CHIP BASKET.
Fyn is cousin to Common sense.
They Jive pleasantly together and Uvuo
but ft ols try to divorce them.
Poems, whether in prose or verse,
are simply op« n letters. No one ever
writes a really good thing without, in
thought at least, writing it to somebody.
when the One Man whom all are ex
pecting appro aches, all tumult ceases, all
sounds are bushed. So, in the still
n'ght watches, when the hum of traffic
ami the din of toil has ceased, and the
wierd and wondrous beauty of Nature
sleeps in silence, seen only by the mild
moon and the sentinel stars, Heaven
stoops low to Earth,"and God visits the
world. Then there is worship in the
very air. The stones repeat their silent
sermons—the leafy boughs sway in un
written melodies, and the unvexed wa
ters murmer »uusical!y to the shores.
—To a keen observer of life--one
who looks not on its surface, but upon
its reality—it cannot fail to bo apparent
that untrained passion, unsubdued and
ungoverned temper is productive of
more distuibance and unhappiness than
all other causes combined. The great
giiefs and sorrows of life are few, but its
iriitations and annoyances are many,
and are mostly caused by unpremedita
ted bursts of anger. Many years ago the
wisest of men wrote. “He that ruleth bis
spirit is greater than be that takelh a
city.”
The sentiment is at once a truth and a
lesson—a lesson far too frequently un
heeded and unlearned.
We saw a herse a few day a ago—a
superb animal, perfectly formed, spirited,
strong, beautiful. Ordinarily he would
be very valuable, but bis unsubdued
temper made him unsafe, and be was
worthless. We thought how many men
and women were like that horse, with
the same one fatal defect. Years ago we
knew a woman, young, educated, pleas
ing in person and generally agreeable in
wanner. She would have been a lady
had she “ruled her spirit,” but she did
not, and her outbursts of temper, her
dashes of passion, her accompanying
unreasonable and violent speech, forfeited
her claim to ladyship, and grieved and
wounded her friends. She was but a
type of a class, a class who frequently
mistake ungoverned passion for proper
spirit, and regard the exhibition of anger
as a laudable show of independence.
“He that ruleth his spirit is greater
than he that taketli a city.” This truth
should be indelibly impressed upon every
child. Every young man should know
that mastery of himself is the great el
ement of strength—the key to mastery
of others, and every young wonum
should know that there is nothing which
wiil so adorn Lor character and enrich
her life as unfailing good nature—a
temper serene and sweet, which no gust
of passion can ruffie—no outburst of an
ger subdue.
June has come, dreamy, delicious
June —leafy, flowery, fragrant, sensuous,
glorious June. Beecher in “Nor
wood” says:—
“There are but two perfect months in
our year—June and October. June is
the month of gorgeous greens; October,
the month of all colors. June is the full
beauty of youth; October has the splen
dor of ripeness. Both of them are
out of-door months. If the year has
anything to tell you, listen now! If
these months teach the heart nothing,
one may as well shut up the book of the
year.”
The following paragraph we clip
j from Miss Muloch’s story, “A Wom
an’s Kingdom,” now being published in
Harper's Magazine'.
“What is it makes a house bright!
pleasant to go to—to stay in—even to
think about, so that even if fate totally
annihilates it we recall tenderly for yeais
its atmosphere of peace, cheerfulness,
loving-kindness—nay, its outside fen
' tures —down to the very pictures on the
walls, the pattern of the papering, the
position of the furniture I While other
houses—we shiver at the remembrance
of them, and the dreary days we spent
in them—days of dullness, misery, or
strife—those houses wo would not revisit
for the world!
Why! Ifu bouse of fair possibilities
of home comfort is thoroughly comfort
less—if there is within it a reckless im
possibility of getting things done in the
right way or at the right time—or if, on
the contrary, it is conducted with a ter
rible regularity, so that an uninvited
guest or an extempore meal sends a
shock through the wholo abode—if the
servants keep their place long—and the
gentlemen of the family are prone to be
“out of evenings”—who is to blame? ,
Almost inavaribly, the women of the
family. The men make or mar its out
side fortunes; but its internal com’brt
lies in tho woman’s hands alone. And
until women feel this—recognize at
once their power mid their duties—it is
idle for them to chatter about their'
rights. Men nay be bad enough out of i
doors; but their influence is limited and I
external, It is women who are in reality
either the salvation or the destruction of
a household.
Some one beautifully writes as fol
lows of “Love and Falling in Love.”
Nothing indeed in the world is so com
mon as falling in love, yet it is not quite
so common to love. The one is the
flower that may-bloom and wither ; n a
single night, the other is tiic rich fruit
from the flower, (bat can survive the sun
and storm and ripen to decay no more.
XV hen feverish anxieties have, passed a
way, when hope, and "fears that kindle
hope,” cense, when selfish jealousies and
lovers quarrels are buried, when
“honeymoons” are long forgotten, and
the snowy brow has become wrinkled,
and the eye lost its moisture, then does
love, worthy of the name, become the in
mate of the heart and home—a love
such as youth never dreamed of nor
realized.
Shaksspeare must havo had a
vision of the modern bonuet when, in
“The Taming of the Shrew,” be wrote
the following:
Petruohio —‘-Why this was molded on a
porringer,
A velvet dish < —fie, fie 1 —
Why tis a cockle or a walnut shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick ; a baby's cap ;
Away with it; come let me have a bigger”'
Katharine —• 111 have no bigger, this doth
fit the time ;
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these."
—We read with pleasure bow last
Saturday, all over the I road land, the
comrades and friends of these who fell in
the late wnr decorated the gtavea of the
heroic dead with flowers. How vividly
recur, in the ; isence of these sacred as
sociations, those beautiful lines of Col
lins, which the mother of John Quincy
Adams taught to him in infancy as the
companion piece of the Prayer of our
Lord, and which should be on the tongue
of every American youth:
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By ail their country’s wishes blest 1
When Spring with dewy fingers cold.
Returns to deck their hallowed mold.
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy’s feet l ave ever trod.
By Fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung !
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wiapa their clay,
And Freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there !
—We think it was tho graceful pen
ofß. F. Taylor which wrote the follow
ing tribute to th® Printer:
“Wanted —A Printer,” says an adver
tisement. Wanted a mechanical cu
riosity, with a brain and fingers —a thing
that will set so many type a day—a ma
chine that will act and think, but still a
machine—a being who undertakes the
most systematic and monotonous drudg
ery, yet one that the ingenuity of man
has never supplanted mechanically—
that’s a printer.
A printer—yet for all his sometimes
disipated and reckless habits, a worker
at ail times and hours; day and night
setting up in a elose and unwholesome
office, when gay crowds are hurrying to
the theatres; later still, when the street
revelers are gone and the city sleeps in
the fresh air of morning, in the broad
and gushing sunlight, some printer is at
his case, with his eternal and unvarying
click! click! click!
Click ! click ! the polished types fall in
to the stick; the mute integers are mar
shied into line, and march forth as im
mortal print. Click? and the latest in
telligence becomes old ; thought a prin
ciple; simple lead a living sentiment.
Click ' click ' from grave to gay—a scan
dal, a graceful and glowing sentiment—
are in turn closed by the mute and im
pressive fingers of the maclone, and set
adrift in a sea of thought. He must not
think of the future, tor recall the past;
must not think of home, of kindred, of
wife, nor of baby ; his work lies before
him, and thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, as vour
eyes rest upon the mute evidences of bis
ceaseless toil. Correspondents, authors
and advisers, who scorn the simple me
dium of your frame, think not that be is
indifferent to the gerr. of which he is but
the setter, a subtile ray may penet r ate
the recesses of bis brain, or the flowers
he gathers may leave some of their fra
grance upon the toilworn fingers. But
when you seek a friend, companion, ad
viser—wh:n you want judges, legislators,
governors and presidents—O, ye people,
advertise:
“Wanted—A Printer.”
We clip the following from the
last letter of Shirley Dare, the New
York Fashion correspondent of tho Chi
cago Republican.
Though large, it is too valuable a chip
not to be picked up.
One little thing more, and yet how
important! Keep the girls as happy as
possible. In no point is woman’s weak
ness more apparent than in this, give
' her the looks and words, the affection her
heart craves, and a hundred depressing
influences of fortune, toil, and physical ill
being are powerless: the spring of her
nervous constitution surmounts them all;
she will L strong and cheerful. But
give her t e stinted portion of hike warm
affection, indifference, or that bread
mingled with ashes, the least satisfying
gift life has to offer a proud woman—
compassionate friendship—and her
strength deserts her. Ah, what pale
faces, what rayless eyes I see, what lan
guid steps, what spiritless actions, that
icveal plainly but one cause, unhappiness
The spring of their lives goes unwound, j
rust, fracture, and corrsusion impair ;
its power. The vital order is disturbed;
the nerveless frame, the unlovely day, '
the tear-wet*pillow, have their own tale
to tel! of disorder and weakness, which
not all the drugs of India can tully med
ieine.
Not only the lonely and bard-working
are thus depressed. I have seen girls in
comfortable homes possessed with such a
weariness of Jlife aswdre its strands
awny constitutionally day by day. And
for what ? For a natural pining after
things beautiful and lovely. Their un
utilitarian lives had nothing to offer their
imaginations and hearts. A woman
must have what is charming about her.
books, flowers, if no more; she must
have love, absorbing, lavishing affection,
or her nature stops short of its full de
velopment, and sadly dwindles away.
Love your child, and show your love.
I knew a woman once who could have
taught one how to love. To meet her
morning benediction of a kiss; her play
ful attentions; her sweet surprises of sim
ple pleasures; the book reserved for an
afternoon; the picture hidden till the mu
moul when < ther things had lu't their
novelty; to find her ear ever ready with
swift attention for the vaguest, wildest
day-dream; to know her beautiful smile
for morn-gathered flowers; her half con
cealed pride in her child’s successes; the
lover like walks, and lingering together,
when sky and star and wide horizon slope
bad the same language for both; her
amused and tender listening to her girl’s
confidences; her respect for girlish pre
ferences; and loyal keeping of romantic
little secrets; to be tended by that band
that for one idol never knew weariness;
to wake at night and find her face hang
ing over one’s pillow, from childhood till
woman’s estate was reached, was to have
such a lesson of tenderness as shed great
light on malercal duty.
Without such fond watchfulness, girls
must lose their earliest—perhaps, best
heritage. Once more, by the memory
of that almost romantic affection that
made young life fragrant, as if with the
scent of holy hued and sweet fruit blos
soms, the affluent mother-flowers of earth
I plead with you to love your daugh
ters, and show your love.
■ 1 1 " ■■■ fCT i
M usic Hall Block! !
Cobs er Main and Plumb Sts.,
RED WING, IMTIXT
Friedrich, Kempe & Co.
WHeLKBALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN
Dry Goods,;
Fmrnishing Good*.
riHUMMINGS,Ready-made Clothing,Bouts I
JL and Shoes, Hats, Caps, Yankee Notions,
CROCE R I ES,
Provisions, Crockery, Glassware, Earthen
ware, Kerosene Lamps and Lanterns. Baskets,
Wooden Ware, Cigars, Tobacco, Snuff,
Wines and Liquors, &c.
We have in our new location, in Music
Hall Block, three large Sales Rooms, well
lighted, and basement and cellars under the
whole building, furnishing ample room for the
storing and display of our very
L ARI-IE STOCK of* GOODS
So that customers can have the best opportu
nities for selection of goods. Having, in each
line of goods in which we deal,as lull a vari
ety and large a stock as was ever exposed for
sale in this part of the country, we believe we
offer to our customers a wider choice of goods
than they can obtain elsewhere. Buying our
goods in large quantities from first hands, we
obtain them at rates which permit us to sell
unusually low.
BUTTER AND EGGS.
Our country friends mid customers will please
take particular notice that we will at all times
pay the highest inarxet price for table butter
and fresh eggs, and will always endeavor to
give them a goou sale for farm produce gen
erally,
Friedrich, Kempe A Co.
John Friedrich, )
Bernard Lovgren,
Charles Kempe. ) l-m 3
DILL BRO’S.
Z" 1 O TO DILL BRO’S, the only store in
V? town which has received a full stock of
new Spring and Summer Goods of all des
criptions.
IF VOLT WANT the Latest Styles and large
assortment of Dress Goods to select from,
go to DILI) BRO’S. Their Goods are new,
and no Old Styles.
IF YOU WAN I’ Striped and Plain Jaco
nets. Nainsooks, Victoria Lawn, or any
thing in the W lute Goods or Trimming line,
such as Ruffling and Edgings, <tc., call and
see DILL BRO'S. Their stock and at-sort
ment is the largest ever bronght to Prescott
T7OR ANYTHING in the Dry Goods, Gro
eery or Hardware line, go to DILL
BRO’S. You will find what you want, and
at the lowest possible price.
IjtOß THE Very Best Wbite Leads, Oils
and Paints, or anything you wart, go so
HILL BRO S.
A
NEW LUMBER YARD
AT PRESCOTT.
WE WOULD announce to the citizens of
Prescott and vacinity, that we have
opened a Lumber Yard at Prescott, where
may be found all kinds of
IIiMBER.UTIIS.SIIIIIGLIS
Pickets, nnd everything pertaining to a Gen
eral Lumlier Bnsine-s, and we hope, by hon
orable and fair dealing, to merit a liberal
share of the public patronage.
GEO. P. JACOBS,
HIRAM NEWMAN.
Preecott, Sept. 11, 1867. «0-if
<?. G. Higbee.
Homeopathic physician, Red
V ing, Minnesota. Ofticc nn-l R»»id«-nce.
corner of Fourth and Dakota Sn Al-if
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