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Business Directory.
I. O. G. T.
ntHK KROULAK Conitmtion, of th. Lodge
1 of Dm4 Templere are keld tm their hU la Bho
aTe's Bloek, eory Tneedey rr.ntr. V letting Broth
era eadSleteee are Invited. All whe feel na interest
lkUMtbpMBM an th welfare -of the
mmauKytarefaeueatee to Join a lrJ.j
DCALIR8 la Dry ooda, T,m ?,:,P?T'
ties W kit. Sonde, Woolea Geoda, Hotlonaa.
wMi-rml u 8ti ' I
. BAL-IRS H DryOeeoe, Bhawle Cloak., WWW
I CL. HnknulflllMl. riUMll. BUnkOta,
Wouesa, ate, front street..
vnRifH SK CO.. '
.XAtXBB ia Dry eeode, Reedy-Base Clothing,
ttrooenee, am " i 7n,n
f Htayn i ! i " r
TCALSBtnirrywooo... wruwi i, u -i"7
I I Boota and BhoM,HroutTailoriB(, karont
pvtALKBS UClotbiBg, ud Mcrehut Ttilariag,
I m n. floor orxn oi jiuuni
BCALKBS ! Hmrovmrc, Nail, Storo. ifrloal
tanl ImplMMBtt, ud wBiifutm a
or.TiauaSht-traBr, Front StrMt,
ARDWAKE, Stora Ti,CoBp4 art Irel
fin. Front Btnot,
H. &. M00BJ3,
J tesift fin, hooking GUimm, L4npa, 4e .froBt
rnnnutN HOUSE!.
17 RANK N .GURNET, PrcprWtor. ruwrai eT-
FIN W (svw. o
. . . a.. c.t nil il.
Tr ISSUER BEMINe, Proprioton. Fuwngon
IV euiM to ud from th Bam fro of ohuc.
piraiw oornor iwihmii
YonDg America Diniag Saloon
0T8TERS bythaCanud hiircu ean uwajt t
obUinodaalow u ean bt boafUt alnevtaer
Wm""- """oLETltUtD k MILUOUS.
Fraaont, Doe T, 1MB ttf
DENTIST, to pranarad to do all work in
th. Dental Prefeeaioa witk prompt-,
im .ad aattaiaetton to all wke mar need
kta eermee. Ha ta prepared to eat from a aincla toot
teformiageoniplelB ante forap par and lower Java.
Teetk inaarioa on piroi, or am, or iiTr piaw
.m la Bn.kl..d'.old R lfVk. antaira.
pEKTtBT,irfll be In hie oXoe, at Clyde,
I 1 the laat twe) vaaka ef aaok moath.
to aerform all eeerationa reenlredln hU'
SnrfeMioni Batinraetlon (naraateed in all eaiwa
Uma at the old rtand, Oet 87. ta Utf
DRC00I8TB anddealenlB Palata,OUi, Dye-etuffe,
Window Olaaa, Patent Mdiaina.aney Arti-
eie, KC, I ront cicreei. - - ,K
V. R. HcCLIiliOCU,
EKAI.KR in Drnt, Maflidaoe, Cheslaila, Palola,
Oils, Varniehee, Dra-8tnffs 6 laat, Booka. Stn
ery. Wall Paper, fancy Ooada, Amu, c,N.b,
nekiaaa'aoie Btoaa, -r j . -
SEALERS UIrngatMedieinea,Cnemicala, Painta,
Oila, TaraiPhea, Dye-Stana, Olaaa, Booka, 8la
nj. Wall Paper, Fancy Oooda, tn , Ko.l,
etteaiana'aoia ioe,
II. F. BAKER, M. D.,
PriTate diaeaaea earatnlly treated aid promptly
cjrd. OAeaaBdreaidenee on State Street, Eaat aide
Of the rifer, fear doore east of the Brick Hnni,
J.M COREY, H 1). -
PHT31CIANAD8CB'iK0N. Omen Up-aUIra,
over beaher'a Hat and Cap Store, next door to
h. O ola A vmee, -
TaHYICIAN AND SURGEON, baa changed hie
y .reaideoc to the bnildiDg one door eonth of the
Bloek. orer PoetOfflce. Front Street.
J. W. FAIL.IAG, M. !.,
XX Qpun Aanre From 1 to r u. Satnnl.jm, from
1UA a.tolr. . Partieu lar attention paid tolHa
eaeaaof the Throatand Langa. OKriCE, BuckUntt
OU Berk. eeeond Doer, . ..
rREMO-T, OHIO. - April 1B64.J
"tJIOTOGRAPH GALLERY, la St. Clair'i Block,
I oppoeite u ron rati,
-;. . , FREMONT, OHIO.
T ICENCEDCItyaadCoastTAnclionaer. Offireat
I i OkTSR Depot, Fremont. Particular attea
tioa girea to Public Veadnee: P. 0. Drawer. M,
' ' F RE BO J! r, OHIO. " (61m)
A aethoriaedacent for collection of a'l kiada
A TTOR1KY AT LAW aad K Starr Pablle. Alee
Killtary,Bonate,nad Peaelon Clalma, ' 44yl
. mmouvV T I t w'm-A MaIm PnhllA fa.nr.
.in wwt k.wm ... ' q a
lor ail ainua ci .wwu
; CLYDE, OHIO. , .. ,
iolBlnceoantlea. Particular attmtioa paid to the
eollert ion of Claim a. oWieTa Back Pay. Bonaty
. , i -1 . ...K.t.fi f. nrnrr
. . H r . OIIUI M.UHJ vrvwp.ij - . Dl V
Froat, earner nwiD,ur.ii..
-j. i. loin.' v; i iuun ninx
a TTORNXYS AT LAW, OfEcein BncklaniTa New
XX. Block, rEui, vnw. iwi
. Mm.vv i.nnflnut.l t19 MV fllM
erar D. 'iirrla Co,'a Store, eerner Front and
T;rohan atreeta,
J attend to Protaealonal Boaineaa in sanonaay
and adjoining eeaatiee. Special attention giTn
nreenrlni ioioter-i ray, wrjivj,.mrOTau..
Oreicn Seound itory Tyler'a Bloek. -
Norember.ST.leM. m. ituitt.
jas. rowun
and Solicitor ia Chancery; will attend te pro
fessional banaeaa ta naaanaxy ana mpiomIlovii.
tiee. OSioa, Beeond atory Bnekland'a NEW Bloek
TI-nle iukujii, umu.
104 Seneca Street, Cleveland, Ohio.
AiTRTinv for Fremont.
Mr Albert II. Ricb, Front Street,
Flret elaaa dyain( in all ita branrbea. I call the
eepecial atiantlon of gentkmea to the iniprared
I rooro aty le oi gwh u nu;.i. ui
weaie. ' '
TOCKIMlTg CUTfR. Kyir' lMckt- CloeVi,
, j Sowlu Uaehlhea, Trunks UvtVirellaa, arc, Aa.
Artnda Surgeon'. Intrameau, R.tora, Euirrs,
Bkarsandi!lfciadee'amailetre Jpob- All werk
atundaa to promptly and eatiifa-tl9n faaranteed.
Bhop ea Crura. ti Strati, Beathaide, rear of Parry
Cleeeawreeeryi . .. . .
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' i ii i ""' -' " "7 -NTow Sflr-los. Vol. XV. No. 15.
-. Established 1839. Vol. XXXVIII. - " '. ' "
STEWART, Hardware, Stoves and Tinware.
Vom offer for tale s LtrgB Stock of
Sheet-Iron Ware!
Fbbmokt, Jnne 1, 1866. 23tt .
The War is Over!
Gold has Gone Down!
Have reduced thePrice
WE aslt the Farmers to call and i
aming our stock rf
Tools and Implements,
which consist in part of
Combination Steel Plow,
Curtis' Iron Beam,
Fostoria Cast Plow,
. Corn Plows,
Shovel Plows, double fe single
Road Scrapers,
Corn Shellers, iron and wood,
Straw Cutters,
Horse Rakes,
Horse Forks,
Hoes and Forks,
Rakes and Scythes,
Grain Cradles,
Scythe Sticks and Stones,
Shovels and Spades,
Churns, Tubs, Pails, Brooms,
Clothes' Wringers,
Kninninc Wheflln and RaaIr.
Sheep Shears fc Wool Twine,
Water lime,
Stucco, &C, fcc, &c .
Together with a complete stock of
House and Barn Trimmings,
Builders' & Farmers' Hardware,
Tin and Sheet Iron Ware,
All of which we oner at
Prices which defy Competition!
IXlower and Reaper
Cider Mills,
Buckeye Wood Sawing Ma
Fairbanks' Scales,
Our Tin Shop,
Is in onler, and will till your order
with despatch.
STEWART, Hardware, Stoves and Tinware. Boots and Shoes.
1ST o t i o
From thia da ttU farther nwMe
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T fee Fnnnw la tha market.
Which we dont propote to sell quite at coat,
That the Prwfire Anoeint to Nothing
Te the boyeanad ihraJah na with jaa eanga
alamos to pay ezpanaea east.
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Also a good Bppljs ebeas, of
TKo. 4 Buckland's Old Block H. Lesher's
: Place 3 .;',' '
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now orrsa tbbii splendid stoca or
Boots, Shoes & Rubbers,
Reduction of Price.
bakt goods will as bold at
Wa are aeUrmlnad to eleaa down our stock to the
LOWiST poarihle amount. Tha bast quality of Goads
saaaumeturea, ie bow onereu ax aa mjww men job
have keen fayinc for yonr Auction Oooda elsewhere,
Oea'tfail ta call and make your aeleotiona before the
stock la broken. Oar aale will eontinne
- . ,. ' . i : 1 )
For Forty Days
Fron thia data, at which time we propose io make
our Sprinf parchaaea. .
Wa mean what we aay, and will not he anderaold by
any-one in the Trade. Ton will tnd na at our Old
Stand ia Bocilaxd's New Block.
Manufacturing & Repairing
Done in the best style and on ah irtnetioe. - -
Fmnont, February 22, 1S67. Sflrl.
Come to Fremont
; . BO TO '. , ' I J'
Cheap Boot and Shoe Store, and save
28 per cent
If yon wsut the beat custom made Boots sad Shoes
t 8HEBMAN 4 CO8..
If you want the beat aewe 1 oi pecijed boots In San
Cuaky County, goto
If yea wants aiee Bt, a to r
If you waat the sew styles for Winter and Spring,
If you want Exeelaler Ladle Boota, go to ' "5 '
We give new pain for all which prove delaettvaaf-'
tar reaeonable wear. BatlaracUon guaranteed in every
ease. Mending dons on ahort Sottas. ; Leatharand
Bndinga for aale.
Ko. 8 Fabibs at Hain't Block,
State Street, Fremont, 0.
. Fremont, February 22, lMll&nS.
Kewand Complete Winter sasortirent ot
t i
IS n '
orSTOM W0U done Is the beat style at
EKPArniNfl neatly done. noBB h BO.
Fremont, Jan 11,'J vlanStf.
Anood variety ean eevnutbt at setoeat, at 1
lanaml B. LBSUf Jt'B Hat Store, Fremont.
Sweet O exponas nja Mexico I New
yry rare, rich and faahloaaale perfaaae.Tkts
Bnaat ever imparted or Bansiaatared la that's
(aVaa, Try it sndhssoatlaead,
STEWART, Hardware, Stoves and Tinware. Boots and Shoes. Original Poetry.
" Swiftly the tide of time rolls on;
The eeaaooi coma and go aa erer;
We walk the earth, till death ahallcome,
Te bear ue o'er the mighty rirer.
Then let ua apeod our moments well.
And leant each day to bless the gies. ;
And leave, when time shall ring our knell,
A uaroe that will be green forever.
Tie true that we must learn to stem
The angry blast, tho' e'er eo dire -
That, properly, Is not a gem,
That can't be tested by the fire.
. . Id all the busy haunta of life.
Whate'er may be our occupation,
We must be valiant in the strife,
Tho' high or low may be our station.
We may be rich, we may be"poor
In either esse we have our sorrow;
But hope knocks gently at the door,
And whispers faintly of to-morrow.
Then let ua not despair tho' dark
May be the clouds that hover o'er os;
We'll nerve our arms and steer our bark,
Towards the beacon light before us.
Here is an exquisite little poem, which
appeared in the Chicago Journal, and is pro
bably from the pen of B. F. Tatlob. It is
a perfect gem:
There's a beautiful song on the slumbrous
That drifts through the valloy of dreams;
R oomes from a clime where the roses were,
And tuneful heart and bright brown nair
That waved in the morning beama.
Soft eyes of aaore and eyee ef brown,
And snow-white loreneaos are more;
A glimmering Cross and a glittering Crown,
A thorny bed and a couch of down.
Lost hopes and leasees oi prayer.
A breath of Spring in the breezy woods,
Sweet wafts from the quivering pines .
Blue violet eyes beneath green hoods,
A bubble of brooklets, a scent of buds.
Bird warbles and clambering vines.
A rosy wreath and dimpled hand,
A rino and a sliehted vow-
Three golden links of a broken band,
& tiny track on ice snowwnite sana,
A tear and a sinless orow.
There's a tincture of grief io the beautiful
" song
That sobs on the slumbrous air,
And loneliness felt in the festive throng,
Sinks down on the soul as it trembles along
From a dime where the roses were.
We heard it first at the dawn of day,
And it minelid with matin chimes,
But years have distanced the beautiful lay.
And its melody nowetn irom far away,
And we call it, now, Old Times.
OLD TIMES. Miscellaneous Selections.
The Sin of James Armstrong.
It was a household with no joy in it.
The very dog and cat moved round so
berly, as you never saw dog ana cats
in other houses: There were never any
boouete , on those mantels, or gay pic
tures, on those i wallas There were no
merTT-makineB there. Even the chil
dren, a girl and two toys, had grown
used to this sober atmosphere, and they
went on their way-like" automstons,
without mirth and without complaining.
You thought inevitably, as you entered
that dwelling, of a house whence the
unbnried dead had not yet been carried.
And that was it Their dead lay nn-
buried still. For there bad been no
tender funeral rites, no tears shed, or
flowers scattered above a grave.
And yet time was when that house
was the abode of love and joy when
James Armstrong brought home his
bride, a girl feir as the fairest, gay as
the gayest,: Like the carol of a dim,
her clad voice filled the house with
melody All day1 her husband looked
forward to her blithe welcome, men
the little Yard . was full of blossoms.
Honeysuckles clambered over the
porch, roses nodded their saucy heads in
at the windows, and all winter Jenny
Armstrong tended a great stand of flow
ers in her sunny south sitting-room.
Then, one after another, the children
came makintr " the home brighter and
blither, each one; and never was there
a orouder father than James Armstrong,
when he looked into the gentle eyes of
his little girl, or felt his bold boys tag
ging at hia coat .
, JJbu l bear to teu you now, upon tuis
home of Jove and joy, the blow defen
ded, which in ione day laid all waste !
How could James Armstrong, with
that wife, with those children, have
been tempted to sin f : It must have
been, after all, for their sakes; prompt
ed by a weak ambition for them.
He lived a little way out of town, and
went in, every day, to his business; and
daily haV heard stories, of successful
speculations fof great fortunes made in
a few weeks -ana grew maa wim cov
etous desirer ' He had a small sum in
the bank, and that he invested in fancy
stock. He succeeded beyond his hopes
and Ihen he tried again, and yet again.
And at last one day, he lost all, and
was frantic with grief and rage. How
could he go borne . and tell Jenny that
the fund on which they had depended
to educate-their children their provis
ions against a rainy day waa gone I
Think of him gently as you can. a Know
he was not in his right mind when he
forged the ' indorsement of the firm for
whom he was book-keeper, upon a note,
and 1 nrociired the money on it. . "With
this money he made one grand invest
ment by which, with the wild mad
ness belonging" to speculation, he meant
to retrieve and establish his fortunes.
Think what the man suffered as time
went on, and he saw this scheme like
the others, come to nought, and then
saw the day dawning nigh on which
the note with the forged eignature
would be presented for payment
All this time he had kept his own
counsel. He had made efforts, which
it would have been pitiful to see, had
there been any looker-on who under
stood the case, to be the same at home
to keep the shadow of his woe and
his doom from resting on that w ife and
those children. Ho bad never loved
them o before, he thought When
tbey did not observe him, he studied
tteir faces each one, so that he could
close hia eyes and see them -stillso
that, as he whispered to himself with
choking agony, if he were shut away
from them for years, he would never
forget one curve of their features or one
shade of meaning.
And at last the night came which
4 was to have such fearful morrow. The
next day the note would be due. ' He
had not one thought of concealment or
escape. He had not been able to re
deem the note, as he had intended to
do in the beginning, and now he felt
that detection and punishment were in
evitable. And with the instinct of
wounded animal, which creeps to its
lair to die. he went home and told his
wife he was sick, and he did not think
he- should be able to go to town the
next day. How her tender care stirred
his poor heart to its depths 1 Would
she ever so minister to him again f
Once it was after the children had
goue to bed he caught her hands, and
crushed them a moment in his own,
looking into her eyes as if he would
read her very soul
"Jenny, wife," he gasped huskily,
"do you think you would love me
through every thing V ' :
One of Jenny Armstrong's most vital
characteristics was her love of truth
love almost morbid,' indeed, in its ac
tion which would never let her answer
any thing without consideration, and
which made her pause now, and run
over possibilities in her own mind be
fore she replied, heedless of the agony
of supplication in his eyes. ;
' "Yes," she said slowly ; 'I could love
you if you were deaf, or blind, or Lame,
or mad any thing but wicked."
The man dropped her hands with a
hitter crroah. It seemed to him that
love and life were failing him together.
But when he saw her startled eyes, he
commanded himself again, and mur-
rrfrired feeblv.
"I was in pain, U Jenny im sicki
All through the long morning hours
next day he watched his children lit
tle Jennie, Robert, and Jamie, his eldest
born. Every one of their merry ways,
their innocent earresses, was to him the
keenest of tortures, ytt he would not
have missed one of them for worlds.
How slowly the hours wore on ! It was
three o'clock in the afternoon before a
carriarre stopped at the gate, and he
knew that bis sin had found him ouc
o - II i
Still, with that same pathetic sub-
mission to a just fate, he uttered no de
nials. : At his trial he pleaded guilty,
and made no petition for mercy. For
saken, as it seemed, of God and man,
he sat there in his place, quite alone.
When he was sentenced to nve years
in the State's Prison, he merely bowed
his stricken head a uuie lower in oumo
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Then, before the prison walls closed
on him, they persuaded his wife to go
to him for a few moments. It was xne
first time since his attest; for the dis-
grac. the utter ruin wnicn ne naci
brought upon her and her children,
seemed to have turned her very nature
to ralL She listened to him coldly,
while he poured out in frenziea woras
the story of his temptation and of his
sin. Coldly, then, as if a statue had
onened its mouth and spoken, she
"Wronfir is wrong. I see no excuse
for your crime. Have you done with
what vou wished to say I
And. iust as when he heard from the
mr ge s hps his sentence, he bowea mute-
r his stricken nean. ana sne nein
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After- that the prison wall shut him
The geuerosity of those who might
legally have claimed the little home
where all Jane Armstrongs weaaea
life had been passed, spared it to the
stricken womiih and her children. So
she lived ou there, doing any work she
could obtain, managing to keep the
household in decent comfort; but living
such a life as I have told . you a life
utterly barren of grace, and beauty, and
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iov. in tDis snaaow me cuuareu uwi
dwelt till their taces were saa who
premature despair which I could never
And now the five years were almost
over: and next weeK it wouio re unie
for James Armstrong to come home.
In all this time no word or message
from his wife had ever once reached
him. She had never been known o
mention his name. At first the chib
dren had asked for him ; but she had
always hushed them so sternly that
soon they had learned to understand
her will, and had gone on silently in the
shadow which overhung the house.
It was Saturday afternoon of that
last week before the one in which her
husband would be free when she
looked out, and saw the minister com
ing up the path from the gate to the
door; the minister in whose church she
used to sit Sunday alter Sunday by her
husband's side. It was long since she
had seen him she had never been to
church since the shadow came and on
his few visits she had shown him so
plainly how unwelcome he was, that he
had been constrained to say aye. He
came now with a message as urgent as
that of Nathan the prophet when he
went to King David with his "Thou art
the man ;" an errant that would not
brook delay or denial
She offered him a chair in gloomy
silence that promised ill' She motioned
to the children to go out and they
obeyed her noislessly as spirits. Then
she looked at him, as if waiting to know
his purpose.
"Daughter," he said, in low, pene
trating tones that seemed to search her
very heart, "did jou ever-' sin against
Every transgression of her ife seemed
as if it summoned for judgment by his
will, to rise before her.,., Even as James
Armstrong iad'- done, whe lie heard
hia sentence, she bowed her head in
shame and silence.
"Do you hope, then, ever to be re
ceived into His heavenly hornet"
"Through grace, through infinite
mercy, I hope," she .answered in low,
awe stricken tones.
. The old man rose and looked down
on her as the angel of justice might at
the last His voice rang clear and sol
emn through the low room.
"Is any mercy promised to them who
have shown no mercy f With what
measure you mete it shall be measured
to you again."
She understood his meaning. Then
She bowed her head lower stilL and
her spare, bent figure shook like a reed
in the temnestof her emotion.
"I dared not forgive him or love
him, she rourmered. 4 1 thoug
would be fellowship with evil touch
ing the accursed thing,"
"And so you limited God's mercy
This and this I may do and be for-
jnven this other thing he did, and
even erring, earthly love musi snm me
door against the sinner, stricken and
. .....
repentant! That James Armstrong
should be judged and punished by the
law which he bad violated was just and
right; but who made you his judge, or
gave you the right to say to hini,
humbled in the dust before you. .
am holier than thouf I tell you the
sin which he suffered will be blotted
out long before you will be forgiven for
your hard thoughts of him for the
bitterness of all these cruel years."
And then, leaving these last words to
ring and echo ia her ears like a sen
tence of doom, he went his way.
The next day was Sunday, and Jane
Armstrong passed it in strong prayers
and crying. She had been cold and
bitter, and resentful, before looking
forward to her husband's return as a
new burden, a fresh disgrace, a trial too
heavy to be borne. Now her heart be
gan to soften toward him. Unce per
suaded that she had a right to care for
him to show him mercy would not be
debasing, her - own soul the old love
poured in upon her like a flood-tide.
She found herself growing feverishly
eager for his coming. .., , . . -
Monday morning she went to work,
trying to restore to her home some of
its old brightness. Ornaments that
bad been hidden away for years were
brought put and restored to their pla
ces. She bought a pot or two of frag
rant flowers for the windows of her
south sitting-room, and tied the cur
tains back with gay ribbons. To the
children, looking on with wondering
eyes, she said, over and over again, only
. . a 1 a - .
these three words oi explanation .
"Father is coming.
She made pies , and cakes every
thing that James Armstrong liked best
found place in her pantry. Wednes
day morning she knew his prison doors
would be opened, and by Wednesday
night but there she stopped, and a
question choked her breath, Would he
come home t Would not he remember
their last interview, and dread to meet
her! She tried to comfort herself by
recalling his love for his boys and his
girl, and thinking that for their sakes,
at least, he would be sure to come. She
dressed them, all three, in the prettiest
clothes they had ; and then she made
her own hair smooth, and tied at her
throat such a ribbon as he used to like
to see ber wear. Ihen she waited
through the slow hours.
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Sunset kindled the sky witn its na
ming g'ories a soft moon swung in the
east with one star beside her. Then,
looking from the window, she saw,
stealing along the quiet lane, a bent
figure a figure which revealed in its
object bearing no hope, only a heavy
fear and dread, csne couia not wait, as
she had planned, to open the door to
his knock. She left the bright room,
the expectant children, and went out
into the night to meet the wanderer
coming home.
"Jenny, I am unworthy don't wel
come me don't F
These words burst from his hps in a
great gasping sob, as he tried to un
wind the clinging arms. rui me arms
held him tightly the wet face touched
his the voice, the dear, old voice
whispered :
"Not unworthy of me, James never
of men."
And so she drew him in where the
warmth, and the light, and the expect
ant children all waited where his wel
come shone in every nook and corner
and where he, the sinner and the out
cast learned some faint hint of the in
finite mercy promised to all repnetant
souls by Him who came to seek and to
save that which was lost from the
woman's heart, which even " in its bit
terest hardness against him, had always
held his image which now opened its
doors like a sanctuary, and took him
into the shelter of its love and its rest
forever more.
The Ant-Lion.
I was going into a deep forest 1 alone
on foot "ith my blanket and food, and
cooking utensils on my back. The day
was very hot, and the road seemed
very lonely and long. Just before
plunging into the woods, I passed over
a piece of land which some hunter's fire
nau ournea over, nvwiiig jch.
but here and there a tall stump of
tree, blackened by the fire and entirely
dead, and now and then a great rock
which had its covering all burned off,
and it was left to be bleached in the
sun. and to be pelted by the storms.
Under the shadow of one of those huge
rocks I sat down to rest Every bird
was still and every leaf hung motion
less on the trees, and the only sound to
be heard was the murmur of a distant
waterfall far away in the forest.
"I am now beyond the reach of men.
and almost beyond animal life. I can
not see a living thing move. This is
solitude." Thus I mused,
Just then I noticed something that
caused the sand to fly up from the mid
dle of my foot path, and looking care
fullv at it I soon satisfied myself what
it was. It was a small insect that had
burrowed down in the sand, and with
his tail or some other apparatus (I could
not see what) he was throwing up the
sand fast and thick. How it flew ! in a
few minutes he had made for him a
hole about the size and depth of a large
coffee cup, as nearly so as the dry sand
would take that shape. The sand was
drv in a few moments, and of course
would very readily roll down into the
center. I bad read of the creature, but
had never seen one before,. He was
little dark-looking fellow; and now he
put himself in the very center of his
den, and pushing himself into the sand,
there was nothing to be seen but a little
black horn, as it appeared to be, stict
ing out in sight It looked m if it' might
be the point , of a small- rusty needle.
This was the ant-lion, and that was his
den. ..'.; ' '
After the sand was dry, and the bun.
ter was still buried in the sand, I had
a specimen of his skill and power. A
little" red ant came running along.seeking
food for herself and her young. So she
climbed up on the rim of this sandy
cup, and peeped over to see if she could
see anything. Presently she seemed to
suspect danger, and tried to scrabble on.
Alas! it was too late; the sands rolled
under her feet and down she went to
the - bottom when in an instant that
little black horn opened like a pair of
shears, and 'clip, and the poor ant had
one leg cut off! Now she saw her danger,
and struggled to mount up the sides.
The lion did not move or show himselt.
He knew what he was about And
now the poor thing struggles to climb
up; but one leg is gone and she finds it
hard work. - But she has got almost to
the top and almost out, when the sands
slip, and down she rolls again to the
bottom. Clip go the shears again, and
a second leg is gone, i
. She now seems terrified beyond meas
ure, and struggles hard J but she gets
up but a little way before she slips again
and another leg is ott She now gives
up the struggle, and the lion devours
her in a few minutes, and then, with a
snap of his tail ' or paddle, throws the
akin of the ant entirely out ot tne cup,
. ... . . i . ...
and the trap is now set for another. - A
fly crept down to see what was smelling
so good there; and again 'clip,' and his
wing was oil. ami he,, was a. second
course of the dinner,
I foqnd several more such dens, and
around them lav -the skins 'of tho de.nd,
but the inside looked clean and inno
cent There was no lion to be seen, but
the destroyer is there 1 The dead are
shoved out of sight
0, ant-lion, you are a preacher to me,
now see how it is thatour young men,
as they walk over sandy places, have
their feet slide: They go into the hoteL
It is all fair and inviting. They take a
glass of drink ; and 'clip' they are crip
pled. They will soon roll lack and take
another, every time the destroyer cut
ting off their power to escape. They
go to places of sin, and know not that
tbe dead are there ! Ah ! every fall
makes the next easier, and the proba
bility of escape less and less.
I see how it is with our children.
They go into the street tbey fall into
bad company, and every profane word
they hear, every improper word they
use, every indelicate thought they allow,
is like having a leg cut oft"; they go
feebly, and can hardly escape ruin.
O, ant-lion, 1 wish all our - children
could see thee, so cunning for mischief,
so cruel to thy . victims, so much like
that - great lion, the wicked one, who
seeketh 'whom he may devower. Rev.
Dr. Todd. '
West Virginia "Men."
A Northern born lady writing from
a temporary home in Credo, West Vir
ginia, thinks the sterner sex there are
"poor stacks." .
This family consists of father and
five sons, four of them able to work on
the farm ; the mother and three daugh
ters, two of them as large as her self.
They own a thousand acres or more,
mostly wild and hilly land, but over a
hundred acres cleared for pasture and
tillage. On the hills, where the blue
grass is in abundance, feeds a flock of
sheep. The women have the care of
them exclusively. When shearing time
comes, the neighbors help clip the wool
It is cleaned, carded by hand, spun,
twisted and wove, and made into panta
loons, undershirts, shirts, coats, petti
coats, gowns, bed-blankets, dec. At
times, doubtless, every thread of cloth
ing used in the family is the product of
the farm. The women also have tne
care of the cows, and ge for them, no
matter how bad the weather, or how far
away they may be. It is considered
small business for the men to drive up,
feed and milk the cows. The women
must also get all the water used in tbe
house. The great lubberly six-foot tall
son in this family, got up from his chair
to get a drink of water, and roughly
ordered his sister to "go for a bucket of
water as he wanted some, bhe was
mixing" meal and water for the corn
dodgers, but cleaned the dough from
her fingers and hurried away to get a
pail of water by the time her affection-
ate brother had all the tooacco cieareo
from his mouth. The women have to
cut the wood, too. Many times I have
seen that, when the roan of the house
was sitting in the chimney-corner or
leaning over the fence gossiping with t
neighbor. If there are any garden lux
uries in the house, the women nave to
raise them. The head of the house
will tell you proudly that his old woman
tends to the garden truck."
Now, then, what do vou suppose the
men do, after the women raise tbe sheep
and geese and gRrden vegetables, pro-
i, .i i ii ? j :
vide all tne Dea-cioiomg ana wearing
apparel, and cook the. corn meal and
. . .-w. . i i
bacon i Why, they plant corn ana Har
vest part of it, and get np the oxen oc
casionally, to haul tree trunks to the
house for hre woood. I aoui anowas
they do much other work. ' But then
they have to know all about the business
of their neighbors, and the probability
and-danger of negro suffrage must be
discussed, although there are only three
colored persons within fifty miles, and
one of them a female.
An elderly lady, who was handling a
pair of artificial plates in a dental otnee,
and adiuirini the fluency with which
the dentist described them, asked him
"Can a body eat with these things?
"My dear ruadarp., mastication can be
performed , with ; them with a facility
scarcely equaled by Mature herself, re
sponded the dentist "Yes, I know, but
can a body eat with them f
A Chicago citixeB who left Secraraento
February 13 and resched Chicago by tbe
overland route Apnl 3d, reports an immense
quantity of snow all along the route, ia the
mountains aua i isms, , ,int snow ou me
Plains averse es from six to se?en feet in
depth. The firxt bare ground he saw was on
his arrival on tne east aiae oi tne su&simd
. , .. .. i
r ver. Me re oris tnat. pesiaes me ar.ow oi
stroctiocs. the dacgors of attaek from the
Indians make an overland journey at present
extremely unpleasant.
An artist invited a friend to criticise
a portrait he had painted of Mr. Smith,
who was given to drink, rutting nis
i e . T-h..ee
hand towards it the artist exclaimed
"Don't touch it it isnotdry." "Then,1
said he. "it cannot be like iny friend
Smith." '
What "does the minister say to our
new cemetery f asked Mr. Himes. "He
don't like it at all ; he says he won't be
buried there as long " as he lives."
"Well" said Mr. Himes, "if the Lord
spares my life, -I will"
-An editor has recently had a fine
shirt collar' presented to him, and
now1 waiting for some one to give hira
shirt, so that be may be able to put the
collar to some use, saying "that at pres
ent it is a perfect superfluity.
1 a ' am i a
' Here is one way to care a cold :
. Put your fette io hot water .
As high as rour thighes;
Wrappe your head up iu nannelle
t A" Wasyoureyesj
,- Take a quart oi ruinm'd gruelle,
, When, in beds as a dose;
, With a number four dippe
Well tallow your bo.
A Maine paper says that a baby- was re
cently carrier on" on a train and the mother
accidentally left behind. The woman was
put on board a spare engine at hand, .which
overtook the flying train, shackled on to the
rear, tbe woman passed over the tender to the
ear without .the tram being stopped, and
mother anc) baby were all right.
A 'member of the Kansas Senate,
who had been prettv strongly advoca
ting female suffrage, got a letter from
his wire tbe other day.. ; Said the ten
der spouse "Sara don't make a fool
yourself!" ' j ;
A Russian miser is noticed as baring
learned to bark, in order to save the ex
pense of keeping a watch dog.
"Whose son are you, my little boy
"I aiu't nobody's son ; I'm Mr. Thomp
son's nephew, ir."
The Elyria Democrat aay a there is not now
a single Pemoeratio townthip in Lorain
county. Two of the townships eliauifed from
Democratic to Republican at the recent elec
tion. . 1
The recent cold snap has killed 'the peach
buds ia Eastern Kansas,
A Little Nonsense.
Railway "jams" are anything but
Too many poets mistake aspiration
for inspiration.
How much does a fool weigh gener
ally f A simple-ton.
What ia belter tharf a promising
young man f A paying one.
Care for what you say, or what you
say will make you care.
A regular life is the best philosophy;
a pure conscience the best law.
A fool's heart is in his tongue, but a
wise man's tongue is in his heart
There is a fellow down east whose
feet are so large that he is obliged to
pull his boots on over his head.
"You seem to walk more erect than
usual my friend." "Yes, I have been
straitened by circumstances."
An Irishman said he did not come to
this country for want He had an
abundance of that in his own country.
Punch wants to know of what color
is blind man's buff f Invisible yellow,
Halifax papers advertise "Pick-me-
up-Bitters." The "Knock-me-down"
sort are most in use.
Can a man who has been fined by
the magistrates, again and again, be
said to be a re-fined man !
Why can persons occupied in can
ning fruit store away more of it than
any one else 1 Because they can.
Why ia a conscientious baker like a
ship without ballast ! . Because being
short of weight he gives, a roll over
'What proof is there that Robinson
Crusoe found his Island inhabited I He
saw a great swell pitching into a little
An eastern editor asks his subscri
bers to pay np that he may play the
same joke on his creditors. He likes to
see good jokes go round.
"John, did Mrs. Green get the med
icine I ordered !" "I guess o, for I
saw crape on the door the next morn
ing" "Tommy my son, do you say your
prayers night and morning T" "Yes
at night I do; but any smart boy can
take care of himself in the day time.
A lawyer is something of a carpenter;
he can file bill, split a hair, make an
entry, get up a case, frame an indict
ment empannel a jury, put them in
box, nail a witness, hammer a Judge
and bore a court
, "Why do you set your cup of coffee
upon the chair, Mr. Jones 1" inquired a
worthy landlady one morning at break
fast "It is so very weak, ma am, re
plied Mr. Jones, demurely, "I thought
I would give it a rest"
Foreign Gossip.
The Paris correspondent of the New
York Evening Post gosg-ps after this
fashion :
One more item of tbe toilet : 1 was
much amused one day by the recital of
the trials of a lady of my acquaintance,
whose husband, a leu rued entomologist,
had refused to spare her out of his im
mense collection, a certain shining
beetle that she wanted for a breastpin
I lent a sympathizing ear, and was in
wardly much amazed at the whimsical
notion of making a parure out of beet
les. But yesterday, in one of the most
brilliant windows in the nue de la raix,
I discovered numerous "sets ot ear
rings, pins, bracelets, combs and even
necklaces, where tne places ot precious
stones were entirely supplied by beetles
and other bugs, as tho uninitiated are
apt to style somewhat indiscriminately
the entomological members of creation.
The creatures were green and golden,
and crimson and rainbow colored ; they
may have looked splendid and fantastic
and grotesque in their golden mount
ings, when limniinaiea oy gas in tne
evening; still fter all they were bugs
dead if you please, Brazilian if you
will, but nevertheless creatures that had
crawled and crept and wriggled, and
looked viciously capable of renewing
their activity, even on the fair throats
and arms they were expected to orna
ment The fashion did not strike me
pleasantly at all
While speaking of fancy dresses. (and
apparently they seem to be the only
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Kina UiaL iue Attriaiaua aiiova a irco-
ent) I must not forget to mention the
design of one that I saw the other day.
The costume was intended to represent
the flower well known as the "Marvel of
Peru," or "four o'clock." The bodice,
the skirt and sleeves of the dress each
represented a corolla; the skirt was a
corolla pale rose color, and made tolera
bly short, the bodice white, faintly stri
ped with pink, tbe sleeves the more
brilliant striped yellow, exactly the tint
that enliven our flower gardens.
cap of the same tint as the skirt, repre
sented a corolla inverted on tue head.
and the top wa finished off by a green
stem. A second and shorter skirt fell
orer the first and was made in imita
tion of leaves of the flower, overlapping
each other. The shoe were tipped with
green. . The effect of the whole, on
paper, was harmonious and captivating,
liko the real flowers. I do not know
whether in silk such various colors
could be obtained of sufficient delicacy
to avoid incongruity in their assem
From the top to the bottom of th
social scale comes the unblushing assev-
eiation, "I am a bachelor, 1 have been
a bachelor, and I always will be
bachelor," and reasons are as fertile as
formerly excuses. "I will not nrarry,
because I wish to extend my youth to
my last days." - "I will not marry, be
cause iu 1867 it coats too much to dress
a wife." "I will not marry, because
want peace at home." "I will not mar
ry, because I want to be able to spend
the evening where I please without be
ing obliged to give an account of my
self." "I will not marry because I
dread a mother-in-law more than hy
drophobia and earthquake."
The writer who laments these facts
waxes learned, and remembers that in
Sparta celibacy was considered . a dis
grace, and that at a certain yearly fes
tival it was the custom for the women
to drive all bachelors out of the temple
of Venus with myrtle branches gath
ered on the borders of the Eurotas. As
certain difficulties stand in the way of
the revival of this classio custom, it ia
proposed to impose an annual tax, in
stead, upon all unmarried pea.
For the Little Folks.
The Bear Tail.
Did you ever see a bear f If you have,
you know that it la a short tail. One '
would think, to look at it, that it had
been broken off. The Nore folk -lave
legend which claims to tell how the
bear' tail came to look like that I'll
tell you the story.
The bear one day met the fox. I
was carrying a string of fish that it had
"Where did you get those fisht"
asked the bear. .
I ve been fishing," said the
fox, "and I caught thera." -
"Caught them, did you r asked the
beai ; "Why, Td like to learn bow to
catch such fish."
"Would you, really V asked the fox, ,
Why, it's easy, enough."
, "Tell me how," rejoined the bear.
"Why," said the fox, "it's as easy a
lying. You can soon learn. Just you ,
go on the ice and cut a hole in it and
then stick your tail through it, right
into the water."
"Ain't it cold I" asked the bear.
"Well yes," said the fox, "it isn't
over and above hot; but never you mind
that Let it stay jnsl aa long as you
can. By-and-bT vour tail will begin to
smart Never mind that either.
But why should I not mind it T ask
ed the bear. T don t quite under
"Why, because, when it smarts, that
shows the fish are biting it," said the
"Bless my soul" growled the bear.
'ami how does that htlp the matter! I
don't see the propriety of allowing fish
to bite my taiL Do you knowP
"But, bear alive," said the fox, "the
longer you let 'em bite the more youH
"Oh ! ho P answered the bear, "cir
cumstance alter cases."
"Yes, truly," rejoined the fox; "and
mind you, when you can't keep it in
the water any longer, pull it out quick
ly pull it out sideways-and pull it
with all your strength, . . -
"Thank you, iox, said the bear, i u
go and do it at once."
The fox laughed when tne Dear
back was turned, and ran off with it
string of fish aa fast as it could go.
The bear went down to the ice and
did as the fox told it to do. He kept
his tail in the water so long, that it
froze in hard and fast Then it tried
to pull il out as the fox had told it
. You can guess the end of the story.
The poor bear's tail snapped off quite
short, and that s we reason you
choose to believe the legend why the
bear has had a stump-tail ever since,
Little Corporal.
A NORTHERN LEGEND. Sunday Readings.
Dying Expressions.
'Kiss me, Hardy." NeUon.
"Don't give np the ship." Lawrence.
"I'D be damned if I don't believe I'm
dying." Chancetter Tkvrlon.
"Dont let that awkward squad fire
over my grave." Burnt.
Raise me up that I may behold the
tun. ociuuer.
"Pob, nonsense, don't talk to me of "
Christ" Paine. '
"Sea how calm a Christian can die."
AddUon. . i
"I have got tbe victory, and Christ
is holding out both hands to. embrace
me." Rutherford.
"Let him fear "death who must pass
from this-death to the second death."
Cyprian. - -
"O, when will this good hour eome f
When shall I be dissolved ! When shall
I be with Christ!" Robert Bolton.
John Bunyaii1 last words were:
"Weep not for me, but for yourselves. I .. .
go to the father of our Lord Jesus Christ;
who no doubt will receive me, though
a sinner, through the mediation of our
Lord Jesus" Christ; where I hope we
shall ere long meet .to sing the new
song and remain happy, for ever, in a
world without end. Amen.
Richard Baxter said to hia brethren '
who were comforting him in hia last
moments, "I have pains, there is no
arguing against sense ; but I have peace ;
1 have peace .
When the question was put to him,
"How are you V he promptly replied,
"Almost well?
Thomas Scott exclaimed in his dying
moments, "Christ is my all ! he is my
only hope ! O, to realize the' fullness of
joy; U, to have done with temptation s
Th: is heaven begun: I have done
with darkness forever! Satan ia van
quished ! Nothing remains but salvation,
with eternal glory, ztxbbal slobt J7
Byron. " Now I shall go to sleep."
Gihbon. "All is dark and doubtful".
Charle I., on the scaffold, saids"I go
from a corruptible to an incorruptible;
crown,1 where Do disturbance can
Cardinal Woohty "Had I bue ;
served my God as I have served my
King, he . would not have given me
over iu my gray hair."
Liandtr. " I am weary, let's ga
home." '
Thb Lib It is not- ealnriiny tor
treachery? that does the largest amount
of. mischief in the world; they are con
tinually crushed, aud are only feit ia
being conquered. But it is the glisten
ing and softly spoken lie, the amiable
fallacy, the patriotic lie of the historian,
the provident lie of the politcian, ' the
zealous lie of the partisan, the merciful
b'e of the friend, and the careless lie of
each man himself, that casts that black
mystery over humanity, through which
any man who pierces we thank as we "
would thank one who dug a well ' iu a
desert, happy in that the thirst for truth
still' remains with us, even when we have
wilfully left the fountains of it Rmkin.
Suffikiro. Sorrow sobers us, and
makes the mind genial; and in sorrow ,
we love and trust our friends more
tenderly, and the dead become dearer
to us. And just as the stars shine out
in the night, bo there' are blessed face
that look at ua in our grief, ' though be
fore their features were fading from our
recollection. . Suffering! Let no man
cheat it too much ; because, it is good
for him, and it will help to make him
sure of his being immortal It is in
sorrow, the night of the soul that we
see farthest, and know ourselves natives
of Infinity and sons and daughters of
the Most High. Eulkanty.
A Bt binbss that does not challenge the
scrutiny of God, and the approval of a
good conscience, cannot be consistent
and proper. ; . ( ' :
' ' ' ""sBBTBmBB. p r. .
.. Whs the' world 'crowd Christ 'out'
of the heart, dutV become simply cold, " 1
irksome, bard duty, and the worship
of God abort."

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