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AND SHOE STOBE Hi AT THE CORNER OF MAIN AND COURT STREETS, WESTMINSTER, MD. 1 have opened an entire new stock of Men's and Boys’ fine and coarse bsu BOOTS AND SHOES, *a LADIES’, MISSES* AND CHILDREN’S SHOES AND SLIPPERS ; SHOE POLISH, SHOE FINDINGS, SHOE STRINGS, Ac. Ssir THE BEST GUM BOOTS, ARCTICS, SHOES, 4c., IN THE MARKET. ALL GOODS SOLD AT THE LOWEST RATES. I WILL ALSO CONTINUE THE MAN UFACTURE AND REPAIRING of BOOTS AND SHOES. HAVING COMPETENT WORKMEN, AND BEING A PRACTICAL SHOEMAKER MYSELF, CAN GUAR ANTEE GOOD FITS AND THE BEST MATERIAL. dec!9:3m J'OR SALE BY A. N. STEPHAN. The finest stock of Spring Goods ever of fered in this market, such as Haines, TRACE CHAINS OF ALL GRADES, Tongue, Breast, Stay, Halter, LOG AND FIFTH CHAINS, “i©a Forks, Shovels, Hoes, Pakes, Spades, SAWS of every description, Grindstones and Hang ers, Vises, Anvils, Bellows and Blowers. STEEL SHOVEL BLADES, of all sizes. To any one needing such goods it will be to their advantag’e to call and see ray stock. Also HARDWARE, Iron, Steel, Coach Goods, Wheels, Leather, Glass, Oils, Paints, Ac. * CUCUMBER PUMPS, The Celebrated Excelsior COOK STOVES, LONDON HORSE and CATTLE FOOD , Uar READY-MIXED HOUSE PAINT, Barb Fence Wire. A. N. STEPHAN, feb 17-tf Near Depot, Westminster, Md. £JENTHAL DRUG STORE, OPPOSITE CATHOLIC CHCECH, Main Street, Westminster, Md. JOSEPH B. BOYLE , SUCCESSOR TO WELLS BROS., DEALER in Pure Drugs, Medicines, Chemicals, Perfumery, f alley Articles, Hair and Tooth Brushes, Combs, Toilet Soaps, Segars, &c. Also Trasses and Shoulder Braces. Pare Paris Green for Destroying Potato Bugs. PURE WINES AND LIQUORS FOR MEDICAL PURPOSES. Patent Medicines, Horse and Cattle Powders, &c. A fine assortment of STATIONERY. ggy Physician*' orders promptly filled and Prescriptions carefully and accurately com pounded. mar 17tf NOTICE. The undersigned, examiners appointed by virtue of a commission issued to them by the County Commissioners of Carroll county, to open and locate a public road in said county, commencing at a point as near as practicable on the bed of the old wagon road now in use, commencing near the Carroll county end of the bridge over the Monocacy, at Wilson s ford, and running up said stream, and thence through the farm of Moses P. Baumgardner; .and thence on the dividing lines between the lands of the said Baumgardner and David Forney; and thence on the dividing lines be tween the said Forney and Samuel Moritz to where it intersects the public road leading from Keysville to the Plank Road. All persons whom it may concern are hereby notified that we will meet at Wilson’s ford, on Saturday, February 13, 1880, at 9 o’clock, a m., to execute the trust reposed in us by the aforesaid commission. r SAMUEL WEYBRIGHT, .TAMES W. WHITE, CHAS. W. WINEMILLER, Examiners, NOTICE. jan!>,st Notice is hereby given that application will be Made to the County Commissioners of Car roll county, at the expiration of thirty days from the date hereof, to open and locate a pub lic road in said county, commencing at a point where a road known as the old Baltimore and Cranberry road intersects the county road leading from Carrollton Station to Richards .Mills, ou the dividing lines of John E. Houck and Benjamin Croft, in the eighth election district of Carroll county, Md.; then through the lands of John E. Houck, on the bed of an old road known as the old Baltimore and Cranberry road, until it intersects the lands of Elias Martin and Lewis Green, Jr.; thence through said lands, still on the bed of said road, until it intersects the land of Andrew Myers, deceased; thence through the lauds on the dividing line of the said Elias Martin and Andrew Myers, deceased, until it intersects a county road near a schoolhouse known as Jesse Brown’s Schoolhouse. LEWIS GREEN, Jr., j an 9:st And 29 Others. IN the Circuit Court for Carroll Co. Sitting in Equity. Daniel F. Shriner vs. Ida Allgire and Joseph P. Allgire, her husband. Ordered, this 22d day of January, 1886, that the sale of the property mentioned in these proceedings, made and reported by Charles B. Roberts, the attorney named in the mortgage filed in this cause, be ratified and confirmed, unless cause to the contrary thereof be shown on or before the twenty second day of February next; provided a copy of this order be inserted in some newspaper printed in Carroll county once in each of three successive weeks before the fifteenth day of February next. The report states the amount ol sale to be $1700.00. WM. N. MARTIN, Clerk. True Copy,—Test: jan23,3t W. N. Martin, Clerk, VALUABLE FARM, in Freedom District, at PRIVATE SALE. The subscriber, wishing to curtail his farm ing operations, will sell at private sale a part of his WINDSOR FOREST FARM, contain v.g 69$ acres and 33 perches of land, lying south of the New Liberty road, adjoining the lands of Elias Barnes, Thomas Richardson and others, and near Porters postoffice; is under good fencing, well watered, improved by a two-story log DWELLING and new Switzer barn, 62x30 feet, and other outbuild ings; has recently been limed, and is one of the best farms in the barrens for the produc tion of wheat and corn. For further infor mation apply to HORACE L. SHIPLEY, jan23,6t* '' Daniel, Carroll Co., Md. THE WAY OF THE WORLD. Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep all alone, For the brave old earth must borrow Us mirth It has trouble enough of its own. Sing and the hills will answer, Sigh it is lost on the air; The echoes rebound to a joyful sound And shrink from voicing cure. Rejoice, and men will seek you. Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of your pleasure, But they do not want your woe. Be glad, and your friends arc many, Be sad, and you lose them all; There are none to decline your uectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded, Fast, and the world goes by. Forget and forgive—it helps you to live. But no man can help you to die! There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train. But, one by one, we must all march on Through the narrow aisle of pain. A STORY OF SEVEN DEVILS. Frank It. Stockton in The Ceniun /. The negro church which stood in the pine woods near the little village of Oxford Cross Hoads, in one of the lower counties of Virginia, was presided over by Uncle Pete; but on Sundays the members of his congregation addressed him as Brudder Peter. He was an earnest and energetic man, and, although he could neither read nor write, he had for many years expound ed the Scriptures to the satisfaction of his hearers. His memory was good, and those portions of the Bible which from time to time he had heard read were used by him, and frequently with powerful effect, in his sermons. His interpretations of the Scrip tures were generally entirely original, and were made to suit the needs, or, what he supposed to be the needs, of his congrega tion. JOHN T. ZAHN, Westminster, Md. He enjoyed the good opinion of every body, excepting one person, and that was his wife. She was high-tempered, and had conceived the idea that her husband was in the habit of giving too much time to the church, and too little to the acquisition of corn bread and pork. She gave him a tremendous scolding, which so affected the spirits of the good man that it influenced his decision in regard to the selection of the subject for his sermon the next day. He did not take any particular text, for this was not his custom, but he boldly stat ed that the Bible declared that every wo man in this world was possessed by seven devils; and the evils which this state of things had brought upon the world he showed forth with much warmth and feel in". If his deductions could have been proved to be correct, all women were creat ures who, by reason of their sevenfold dia bolic possession, were not capable of inde pendent thought or action, and who should in tears and humility place themselves ab solutely under the authority of the other sex. When he approached the conclusion of his sermon, Brother Peter closed with a bang the bible, which, although he could not read a word of it, always lay open be fore him while he preached, and delivered the concluding exhortation of his sermon. Now, my dear brev’ren ob this congre gation, I want you to understan’ dat dar’s uufin’ in dis yer sarmon wot you've jus’ heerd to make you think yoursefs angels. By no means, brev’ren; you was all brung up by wimmen, an’ you’ve got ter lib wid ’em, an’ ef anythin’ in dis yer worl’ is kctchin, my dear brev’ren, it's habin deb bils, and from wot I’ve seen ob some ob dis worl' I ’sped dey is persest ob ’bout all de debbils dey got room fur. But de Bible don’ say nuffin p’intedly on de subjec’ ob de number of debbils in man an’ 1 'spect dose dat’* got ’em—an’ we ought ter feel pow’ful thankful, my dear brev’ren, dat de Bible don’ say we all's got ’em —has ’em ’cording to sarcumstances. But wid de wimmen it’s difrent; dey s got just sebin, an’ bless my soul, brev’ren, I think that s nuff. While I was a turnin’ ober in my min’ de subjec’ ob dis sarmon, dere cometer me a bit ob Scripter wot I heerd at a big preachin’ and baptizin’ at Kyarter’s Mills, ’bout ten year’ ago. One ob de preachers was a-tellin’ about ole mudder Ebe a-eatin’ de apple, and says he: “De sarpin fas’ come along wid a red apple, an says be, ‘You gib dis yer to your husban’, an he think it so mighty good dat when he done cat it he gib you anything you ax him fur, ef you tell him whar de tree is.' Ebe, she took one bite, an’ den she frew dat apple away. ‘Wot you mean, you triflin’ sarpint,’ says she, ‘a-fotobin’ me dat apple wot ain't good fur but ter make cider wid ?’ Den de sarpint lie go fetch her a yaller apple, an’ she took one bite an’ den says she, ‘Go 'long wid ye, you fool sarpint, wot you fetch me dat June apple wot ain’t got no taste to it ?’ Den de sarpint he think she like sumpin' sharp, an’ he fetched her a green apple. She takes one bite ob it, an’ den she frows it at his head an’ sings out, ‘ls you ’spectin’ me to gib dat apple to your Uncle Adam an gib him de colic?’ Den de debbil he fotch her a lady apple, but she say she won’t take no such triflin’ nubbins as dat to her husban', an’ she took one bite of it an’ frew it away. Dep he go fetch her two udder kin’ oh apples, ono yaller with red stripes an’ de udder one red on one side an’ green on de udder—mighty good-lookin’ apples, too —de kin’ you git 82 a bar’l fur at the store. But Ebe, she wouldn’t hab neider kind ’em, an’ when she done took one bite out ob each one, she frew it away. Den de old debbil sarpint he scratch he head, an’ he ray to hese’f: ‘Dis yer Ebe, she pow’ful ’ticklar ’bout her apples. Keckin I" have ter wait till after fros’, an’ fotch her a real good one.’ An’ he done wait till after fros’, an' den he fotch a’ Albemarle pippin, an’ when she took one bite ob dat, she jus’ go ’long an’ eat it all up, core, seeds, an’ all. ‘Look hyar, sarpint,’ says she, ‘hab you got annd der ob dem apples in your pocket ?’ An’ den he tuk one out an’gib it toiler. ‘ Cuse me,’ says she, ‘Use gwine ter look up Adam, an’ ef he don’t want ter know whar do tree is wot dese apples grow on you kin hab him fur a cawnfiel’ ban’.’ An’ now, dear brev’ren, while I was a turnin’ dis subjec’ ober in my min’, an wonderin’ how de wimmin come to hab jus’ seben debbils apiece, I done reckerleck dat bit ob Scripter wot I heerd at Kyarter’s Mills, an’ I reekin dat’ splains how de deb bils got inter woman. De sarpint he done fotch Mudder Ebe seben apples, an’ ebery one she take a bit out of gib her a debbil. As might have been expected, this ser mon produced a great sensation, and made a deep impression on the congregation. As a rule the men were tolerably well satisfied with it, and when the services were over many of them made it the occasion of shy but very plainly pointed remarks to their female friends and relatives. But the women did not like it at all. Feelings, of indignation soon spread among all the sisters of the church. Each one oi NO. 2244. <X 1) c Jlemoc'fatic? % £tlfrt f oftrj. Jldect J&org. WESTMINSTER, MD, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 6,1886. them knew she had not seven devils, and only u few of them would admit of the pos sibility of any of the others being possessed by quite so many. Their preacher’s ex planation of the manner in which every woman came to be possessed of just so many devils appeared to them of little im portance. What they objected to was the fundamental doctrine of his sermon, which was based on his assertion that the Bible declared every woman had seven devils. Although Sunday afternoon had scarcely begun, the majority of the women of the congregation began to call their minister Uncle Pete. This was very strong evi dence of a sudden decline in his popularity. That afternoon an irate committee, com posed principally of women, but including also a few men who had expressed disbe lief in the new doctrine, arrived at the cabin of their preacher, but found there only his wife, cross-grained old Aunt Re becca. She informed them that her hus band was not at home. “He’s done gaged hisse’f,” she said, “ter cut and haul wood fur Kunnel Martin ober on Little Mount’n fur de whole oh nex 1 week. It’s fourteen or thirteen mile’ from h’yar, an' ct he’d started termorrer mawnin’ he’d los’ a'mos’ a whole day. ’Sides dat, I done tole him dat ef he get dar ternight he’d have his supper frowed in. Wot you all want wid him ? Gwine ter pay him fur preachin’?” Any such intention was instantaneously denied, and Aunt Rebecca was informed pf the subject upon which her visiters had come to have a very plain talk with her husband. ‘■Reck’n he oughtcr know all ’boutdat,” she said. “He’s done had free wives, an’ he ain’t got rid o’ dis one yit.” The leader of the indignant church mem bers was Susan Henry, a mulatto woman of a very independent turn of mind. She prided herself that she never worked in anybody's house but her own, and this im munity from outside service gave her a certain pre-eminence among her sisters. If every woman was possessed of seven devils, then, in this respect, she was no better nor worse than any of the others; and at this her proud heart rebelled. If the preacher had said some women had eight devils and others six, it would have been better. She might then have made a mental arrangement in regard to her rel ative position which would have somewhat consoled her. But now there was no chance for that. The words of the preacher had equally debased all women. A meeting of the disaffected church mem bers was held the next night at Susan Henry’s cabin, or rather in the little yard about it, for the house was not large enough to hold the people who attended it. “Look h’yar 1” cried- Susan, at the end of some energetic remarks, “is dar enny pusson h’yar who kin count up figgers ?” Inquiries on the subject ran through the crowd, and in a few moments a black boy, about 14, was pushed forward as an expert in arithmetic. “Now, you Jim,” said Susan, “you’s been to school, an’ kin count up figgers. ’Cordin’ ter de chu’ch books dar's forty seben women b’longin’ to our meetin’, an’ if each one ob dem dar has got seben deb bils in her, I jus’ wants you ter tell me how many debbils come to chu ch ebery efay Sunday ter hear old Uncle Pete preach." Jim's calculations were made by the aid of a back of an old letter and a piece of pencil furnished by Susan. The result was at last announced as 319. “Now, you jus’ turn dat ober in you all’s minds,” said Susan. “More’n free hun dred debbils in ehu’ch ebbery Sunday, an’ we women fotchin ’em. l)oes anybody s’pose Ise gwine ter b’lieve dat fool talk ? ’ A middle-aged ‘ man now lifted up his voice and said : ' Ise been thinkin ober dis h’yar matter, and Ise eluded dat p r aps de words ob de preacher was used in a fig geratous form o’ sense. P’r’aps de seben debbils meant chillun.” These remarks were receive*! with no favor by the assemblage. “Oh, you git out!” cried Susan. “Your old woman’s got seben chiliun, shore ’nuf, an' I s’spec dey’s all debbils. But dem sent’ments don’ apply ter all de udder women, tic’larly ter dem dar young uns wot ain’t married yit.” • This was good logic, but the feeling the subject proved to be even stronger, for the mothers in the company became so angry at their children being considered devils that for a time there seemed to be danger of an Amazonian attack on the unfortunate speaker. Many violent propositions were made, some of the younger men going so far as to offer to burn down the church. It was finally agreed that old Peter should be unceremoniously ousted from his place in the pulpit which be had filled so many years. As the week passed on some of the older men of the congregation, who had friendly feelings toward their old companion and preacher, talked the matter over among themselves, and afterward succeeded in gaining the general consent that Uncle Pete should be allowed a chance to explain himself, and give his grounds and reasons for his astounding statement in regard to womankind. If he could show Biblical authority for this, of course nothing more could be said. But if he could not, then he must get down from the pulpit, and sit for the rest of his life on a back seat of the church. Uncle Pete arrived at home very late on Saturday night, and retired to his sim ple couch, without knowing anything of the terrible storm which was to burst upon him on the morrow. But the next morn ing, long before church time, he received warning of what was to happen. But the old man possessed a stubborn soul, not eas ily to be frightened. “Wot I says in do pulpit,” he remarked, “PI ’splajn it) de pulpit! you all ud better git ’long to de chu’ch, an’ when de time fur de service come, I’ll be dar." As soon as he entered the church he was formally instructed by a committee of the leading members that before he began to open the services he must make it plain to the congregation that what he had said on the preceding Sunday about every wo man being possessed of seven devils was Scripture truth, aqd not mere wicked non sense out of his own brain. If he could not do that, they wanted no more praying or preaching from him. Uncle Pete made no answer, but, ascend ing the little pulpit, he put his hat on the bench behind him where it was used to repose, took out his red cotton pocket hand kerchief and blew his nose in his accus tomed way, and looked about him. The house was crowded. Even Aunt Rebecca was there. After a deliberate survey of the audi ence, the preacher spoke: “Brev’ren an sisters, I see afore me Brudder Bill Hines, who kin read de Bible, an’ has got one. Ain’t dat so, brudder?” Bill Hines having nodded and modestly grunted assent, the preacher continued : “An’ dar’s Aun’ Priscilla's boy, Jack, who ain’t a brudder yet, though he’s plenty old ’nuf, min’ I tell ye; an’ he kin read de Bible fus’ rate, an’ has read it ter me ober an’ ober ag’in. Ain’t that so Jake ?” Jake grinned, nodded and hung his head, very uncomfortable at being thus publicly pointed ont. “An’ dar’s good old Au’t Patty, who knows more Scripter dan ennybuddy h’yar, havin’ been teached by de little gals from Kunnel Jasper’s, an’ by dere mudders afore ’em. I reckin she know’ de hoi’ Bible straight froo, from the Garden of Eden to de New Jerus’lem. An’ dar are udders h’yar who knows de Seripters, some one part an’ some anudder. Now I axes cbery one oh you all wot know the Seripters ef he don’ ’member how de Bible tells how our ’Lor’ when he was on dis yearth cas’ sehen debbils out o’ Mary Magdalum ?” A murmur of assent came from the con gregation. Most of them remembered that. “But did enny oh you ebber read, or hah read to you, dat he ebber cas’ ’em out o’ enny udder woman ?” Negative grunts and shakes of the head signified that nobody had ever heard of this. “Well, den,” said the preacher, gazing around, “all de udder women got ’em yit.” A deep silence fell upon the assembly, and in a few moments an elderly member arose. “Brudder Peter,” he said, “I reckin you mought as well gib out de hymn. An Election Day in Ancient Home. From republican Koine—our early teach er—we borrow most of our political ideas, and even language. Our elections vary little from those of the Roman forum. To the Latins we owe our candidates and our orators, our tribunitian arts and tribu nitian veto, the ballot-box, the register and the polling, the conception of personal in dependence, the sovereignty of the people. The free Roman would bow to no man ; and Cicero and Caesar were forced to solicit the votes of their fellow-citizens with a hu mility that was never feigned. To obtain an office at Rome the candi date toiled for months, and even years. Clad in his white robe he walked the forum and the busy streets of the city saluting every one, asking votes and seeking what we now call popularity. He spoke to every citizen he met familiarly, he grasped his hand, he begged his support; he spoke of his own merits, decried his opponent, prom ised to advocate some liberal measure, and sometimes gave a bribe. Cicero, who was above bribery, has left us in bis letters a curious picture of the toils, anxieties and interior life of the Roman- candidate. An election day in Rome was a scene of singular excitement. Every year the chief magistrates of Italy were renewed, and every year the voters crowded the capitol. The city was agitated by intense party feeling. The rural population from Latium and the distant colonies over the Tiber hastened to exercise the prized right of suffrage. Char iots filled with citizens came from the Sabine villages, footmen crossed the Rubi con bridge, a great multitude wandered through the streets of Rome, astonished at the great magnificence of the city. If it was a consular election the people gathered at sunrise in the Campus Martins, where the voting was to take place. The candidates in their white robes before day break were seen mingling with the voters, followed by their partisans and proclaiming their political principles. Sometimes they stood on a high position, where they could be seen by all, sometimes the great multi tude covered the tops of the houses and filled all the extensive plain from the capi tol to the river. At length, at the sound of a horn, the voters assembled in the Campus ijartius. If the auspices were favorable and no peal of thunder heard, a standard was raised on the Janiculum, and the consul began the cer emonies while the people, deeply supersti tious, awaited awe-stricken until he closed. The spectacle was one of rare interest; it was an assemblage of Roman freemen. In the later comitia, at least, all were equal. The rich noble, accustomed to luxury and power ; the equites, who had sprung from poverty to wealth; the prosperous traders of the Forum and the Suburra; the farm ers, even sometimes the freedmen, the manumitted slaves—were blended by the Roman law into one harmonious and mo mentary equality. Each was gifted with a vote. The voting next began. The people, arranged in centuries or hundreds, passed over abridge of wood into the polling-place. Here, in earlier age, they voted orally, and later with wooden tablets. Each vote was recorded and counted at once, and result announced. The ballot box and register were watched over by citizens qf undoubted honor, and fraud was scarcely possible. As one by one the centuries gave in their ballots the excitement was redoubled. The candidates and the people hung breathless upon the cries of the heralds as they proclaimed the progress of the elec tion. Livy has left many a picture of these fierce struggles. Now on one side, now another, the balance hung. At last it was fixed forever. A Scipio, a Cato, a Graccus, a Crnsar, had triumphed, and the victors shouted in a wild strain of southern enthusiasts that echoed far away over the capitol and the crowded hills. Toe beaten party turned silently homeward. The ex citement was over, and the Roman voters went quietly again to their usual pursuits. True Courage. Ip all ages courage on the battle field has been the theme of orators and poets, yet the courage of the warrior is not only a common and variable quality, but has often been surpassed by that displayed by women. Native valor, too, is sometimes inferior to that which is acquired. Frederick the Great ran like a coward out of his first battle. Flying on the wings of fear, he went a great distance from the field, and, coming to one of his own strongholds, re ported that his army was destroyed. What was his surprise and mortification to learn that his men had gained a gpeat victory. He never forgot the lesson taught, and over aftepwapd was conspicuous for steady courage in action. Many instances might be given of soldiers in the last war who, in their first fight were “lily-livered," but who afterward faced with dauntless front the gleaming steel; and, on the other hand, of some who were lion-hearted till taught by the pain of a wound the perils of a battle, and then became notable cowards. Bravery in action, though more admired, is really not as great its that displayed in passive suffering. The woman who sticks to her post in pestilential chamber is far braver than Alexander charging at the head of his cavalry. —Southern Bivouac. Bromine. —A correspondent of the Monthly Magazine of Pharmacy, writing from Messina, says, “A bottle of bromine left in a closed room all night with the stopper out destroys all infection and insect life. I have cleared places which were in fested with vermin many times. It is far more effectual than the vapor of burning sulphur.” “Did you say, or did you not say, what I said you said? Because Walt said you said you never said what I said you said. Now, if you did say that you did not say what I said you said, then what did you say?” A million of dollars will not buy a ray of sunshine. (ir #lia. The Farmer’s Wife. Alex. Hyde, in N. K Times. A farmer without a wife is like half a pair of scissors. No man amounts to much without one; but for a farmer a wife is one of the essentials. No sooner was Adam created than the Creator said, “It is not good that man should be alone; I will make a helpmeet for him.” Whoever since Adam’s day has attempted to get along without a wife has found it “not good.” A woman rounds out the life of a man, supplements his defects, shares his troubles, doubles his joys, sweetens his toil as well as his tea, is his truest friend and adviser—in short, is his “helpmeet,” The Shakers maintain that the idea of dually extends to the Godhead, and that it runs through all animal and vegetable life there can be no doubt. Scientists confirm the Scripture principle, “male and female cre ated He them,” and extend it to every thing that has life. Whoever, therefore, attempts to live in contravention of this universal law will find that he has a hard row to hoe, and if a farmer attempts it, he may be considered, without further proof, as an odd half of a pair of shears. In the circle of our acquaintance, which is not limited, we call to mind only two farmers— one an old bachelor and the other an old maid —who are making this venture, and awkward work they make. In a pecuniary view, both are doing well; from the stand point of comfort, manhood and womanhood, both are doing miserably. Think of the old bachelor making his own bread and butter, and eating it in solitude ; working all day, and coming home at night to his bed and board of single blessedness. There is no comfort, no manliness in such a life, unless it is the miserly happiness of board ing wealth for heirs, he knows not whom. The farm-life of the oid maid must be more miserable. Women can do a great many things, and do them better than can a man, but she never was made to run a farm. She has various and increasing rights, but following the plow, driving the oxen, man aging bulls and breaking colts are not among them. She is an indispcnsible help meet to the farmer, but her sphere is a domestic one, literally domestic, that is, belonging to the house. When she takes upon herself the prerogative of mingling with men in the field, loading hay and moving it away, directing about the breed ing of stock, and displaying her equestrian skill on the road or race-course, she unsexes herself and becomes a man in petticoats. Solomon says: “Whoso finds a wife, finds a good thing.” Some who have mar ried shrews and slovens have been inclined to dispute the wisdom of Solomon in this proverb, but the trouble is, they married women, not wives. A wife, including all that is signified in the name, is a good thing always and to every one, and to the farmer especially good, as she is such an important factor in his business. She does not, as in the days of Solomon, seek wool and flax, nor lay her hands to the spindle and hold the distaff, but she looketh well to the ways of her household and eateth hot the bread of idleness. The farmer’s wife is emphatically a partner in his busi ness. On her devolves the care of the dairy, in addition to the ordinary routine of house hold duties. Her sphere of action, though strictly domestic, is a wider one than that of the ordinary housewife. As her hus band, in virtue of his ownership of land which he subdues and tills, is entitled to the name of landlord, with all the cares and honors which the name implies, so she is entitled to the name of landlady, and must assume the responsibilities as well as the respect that go with this position and title. That there are unusual duties connected with the station is manifest from the fact that there are many women desiring to find husbands, but unwilling to marry husband men, because they dislike to do the work— drudgery they call it—peculiar to farmers’ wives. All such have yet to loan) thqt sl|e oply js it true wife “who doeth her husband good all the days of her life, who girdeth her loins with strength and strengtheneth her arms, who stretcheth out her hands to the poor, who is not afraid of the snow for her household, for all her household are clothed, who openeth her mouth with wis dom, and her tongue is the law of kindness, whose children rise up and call her blessed, whose works praise her.” Such is Solomon's picture of a good wife, and it was evidently intended for the wife of a husbandman. Wo will not say that the wife of a farmer holds a position above all other wives, for we find in every occupation those who, with the relation of wife, assume great responsibilities, do honor to their husbands, are ornaments to society and bless mankind. We do siy that the position of a farmer’s wife is one peculiarly adapted to a life of usefulness, and we would like to ask the frivolous and fashion able girls who scorn the hand of ft juis bandmau, whether a life spent in uscftil employment such as the average farmer ex pects of a wife, will not, in the retrospect, „ive more satisfaction than one spent in the gay rounds of fashionable society ? The question needs no answer. The answer goes without saying. The position of the ydfe of ft fapqcr is pot only one of usefulness, but it is also very stable and independent. Farmers seldom fail; we may say never, or hardly ever, if they attend to their legitimate bus iness. Certainly, the risks of agriculture are less than those of other callings. The farmer may not have the wealth and dis play the style of the merchant and manu facturer. but his wife docs not live in fear of panics and Sheriff’s visits. The soil always responds generously to generous culture, and her cellar and pantry are never empty. She is sure of a comfortable living, let trade be eyep so much disturbed. Jf the grain and roots oannot be sold at a profit, they can be consumed in the house and barn, and the farm will be all the more productive for such consumption. Such independence and freedom from risk are far more conducive to happiness than all the wealth —with its corroding cares — which railroad stocks bought and sold have ever earned. If we had a dozen daughters, we should consider them more fortunate if comfortably settled on farms than if mar ried to rich Wall street brokers, While thus appreciating the natural ad vantages of the wife of a farmer, we wish to add that the comfort and usefulness of her position depend largely upon the sym pathy and co-operation of her husband. Some farmers, we are sorry to say, treat their wives as though they were beasts of burden, made to bear children and do drudgery. Indeed, we have known those with whom the horse seemed to be first and the wife second. Some souls are so cold, selfish and penurious that to save a few dollars in the wages of hired help they are willing to let their wives break down in health and to see their children born with feeble constitutions in consequence. Igno rance, doubtless, in many cases, may be pleaded in palliation of such cruelty, but ignorance is a sin, which God and man may have winked at in the barbarous ages and portions of the world, but better things are expected of husbands in this enlightened country. The original tpcaning of the iwocatc. word wife is a weaver, aud a farmer’s wife, though not now compelled to throw the shuttle, should be a worker; but in her work she should have the sympathy of her husband, and it is his bounded duty to see that her ambition does not lead her to over work. The unfeeling wretch who, standing at the coffin of his wife, said, “I would rather have lost my best cow,” would very likely not have been a widower if he had been as careful of his wife as of his cow. He certainly did not deserve another wife, though he is said to have secured one in three months. If the position of a farmer’s wife invol ves peculiar labors and responsibilities, as intimated, then she is entitled also to pe culiar consideration on the part of her husband. If she is emphatically a partner in his business, she should be consulted in all business matters, and her advice treated with all proper respect. The days have gone by when a woman has no rights in the conduct of business which a husband is bound to respect. There is none so unsel fish, and at the same time so interested a counselor for any man as his wife, and we are persuaded that those business men are most successful who confide their affairs to their wives and ask their advice. If this is the case in complicated mercantile and manufacturing business, with which women are not expected to be familiar, much more is it true in farming, with which, in some of its branches at least, the wife has much to do. When we find that a young farmer has secured a wife, and treats her as a part ner in his business, we feel far more confi dence in his success than when he is backed up by a rich father or large capital, and we are confident that many of the mistakes which wo have known farmers to make would have been avoided if they had taken their wives into their counsels. There is no hcnpccking in this; it is the part of wisdom, and whatever is wisdom’s part Is true manhood. A Troop of Wild Horses. A correspondent of the Detroit Free Fres says: I had camped near the forks of the Platte, and was aroused just at day light by footsteps around me. After lis tening for a moment, I felt sure that they were the footsteps of horses. They seemed to be circling around me—not at a canter nor at a trot, but at a moderate walk. It was well that I had secured my horse in a thorough manner, for I never saw him so excited. He tugged and pulled at his lariat, stood upon his hind legs, neighed and snorted, pawed and pranced, and it was his actions that gave me a clue to the iden tity of my visitors. They were wild horses! Had they been Indian ponies, my trained horse would have remained as dumb and silent as a post. Indeed, Indians would not have approached me in that manner. I remained very quiet, hoping the horses would remain in sight until daylight should give me a good view of them. I had to wait for a full hour; but when the light grew strong the spectacle was one to make a man’s blood tingle. The circle had been enlarged until it was half a mile across, and my little camp was the center. Every horse, and there were 12!) of them, stood with his head to this center, and soldiers could not have taken positions on the skir mish line in a more precise order. I pitied my own animal. He stood with the lariat drawn taut and trembled in every limb, and he was as wet with sweat as if I had galloped him twenty miles. I realized how he must long to break away and join the wild rovers, and forever end his drud gery. I dared not rise to my feet for fear of alarming the drove, but, nevertheless, I had a clear view of each horse. Most of them were magnificent animals. Manes down on their shoulders and tails on the grass. They were of various colors, and they ranged in age from the yearling colt to the veterans twenty years old. The bays predominated, but every color Was present. \Ve had been observing each other about ten minutes, when a jet-black stallion who was the leader of the herd, gave a snort, threw up his heels into the air, and broke off at a gallop, followed by the drove in single file. They ran in a true circle, and they made the circuit five times before stopping. Then, at another signal from the leader, the circle broke and the horses wheeled into a long single line, or “company front.” Troop horses could not have done better. I thought at first that the line meant to charge me, but at a signal it made a left wheel and galloped straight off on the plain for a mile. Then it broke, assumed the shape of a tri-angle, and returned. When the leader was within pistol shot ho wheeled about and the horses formed in a square, with the four yearlings in the centre. They galloped off for a mile, broke again, and returned in two ranks. I had an almost irresistable (|esiro to kill the Ipftdcr with a bullet. Indeed, I reached for my rifle with that intent, but then came the reflection that it would be little short of murder. Such another per fect horse I had never seen. His black coat shone like silk, his limbs apd body were perfection, apd he had the speed and bottom flf a fae® horse. Not a halt was made fop a full houp, apd it was oply ppe papatopy to taking a swift departure- The last manuipvre was a circle at a slow trot, and each horse whinned in a caoxiqg manner to my own steed. Poor Selim ! He strug gled in the most frantic manner to break loose, and when finding all his efforts of no avail, he threw himself down on the grass and actually groaned his disappointment. I rose up then and waved my blanket. Instead of rushing off in affright, as I ex pected, the leader of the band deliberately approached me a few rods and stood and snorted and pawed as if sending forth a challenge. Then I sat up a shouting, waved the blanket some more, and he took his place at the head, formed the band at “company front” and they went off at a gallop, and maintained it as long its I could see the waving line. Lifting the Hat, In tha good old times when “sussiety” didn’t depend on the heighth of a man’s shirt collar or the scarcity of cloth in his pants, or the drawl in hi? articulation, there was something stately and commanding in the manner of lifting the hat when the lady gave the signal for recognition. It was combined with a bow which had to be well executed in order to make the other effectual. It was a sure index to a gentleman, for I never knew a vulgar man to acquire the art of lifting the hat gracefully. But this seems to have been obliterated by the com ing generation in pants. The thing now is to grab the rim of the hat in front with much the same celerity you would grab for a seat in a street car. Having clutched the right spot, you jerk the hat down as if you were trying to hide your face—then rub the hat up and down your front, taking care not to go below the belt, very quickly as if you were trying to allay irritation. When the hat gets back to its place you grin like a monkey, one grin is all that custom requires. By this time the lady has passed, and if she is a sensible woman it is her tarn to grin. Uses of Paper. Much less use is made of p ipcr for ordi nary household purposes than there should be. Almost every house is over-supplied with newspapers and with wrapping papers. These may be utilized in a hundred differ ent ways instead of being as they too often are, allowed to lie and become nests for rats and mice and vermin, or burned in large quantities. Good waste paper is one of the most valuable of all possessions to the prudent housewife, a fact which, per haps, many of our readers have never suf ficiently realized. Let us enumerate a few of the uses to which this cheap, Common, but indispensable material may be put. First, of course, comes the more or less fine quality of paper for correspondence and other literary purposes. How could we ever remember our innumerable errands— the stockings for Tommy, elastics for Jen nie, shoes for Lucy, gloves for Mary—if it were not for the tiny memorandum paper, which is usually the sole link between them and our overloaded memories ? Then the parcels which the Christmas expresses take away —are they not wrapped and rewrapped in masses of paper ? How could wc light the morning fire without paper? And what coverings for our shelves or linings for our bureau drawers are quite so neat and so easily renewed as paper ? A few pounds of white or tinted paper will suffice for many months for these purposes. In sweeping strew bits of wet newspaper over the carpet. The dust will adhere to it as to nothing else, and your carpet will be wonderfully brightened. Polish your windows and your lamp chimneys and gas globes with old news papers. Nothing surpasses them to lend brilliancy if properly used. Have an old newspaper constantly at band near the stove or range when cooking, and if a drop of milk or soup falls on the pol ished iron, annihilate it instantly with a wad of paper. Scour the top of the stove every few hours with paper, and throw the small bits into the stove. It will keep your stove neat with only half the amount of blacking usually required. Take out grease spots from clothing by laying over a fragment of flannel a piece of soft brown paper, anil on top of this the injured fabric. Hither directly on the sur face of this, or with only a thin cloth be tween, press a hot flatiron. You will find in nine cases out of ten that the paper —the faithful, servile, patient paper—has become the scapegoat for the ugly blemish. In the summer behold the wonderful creations of perforated paper, which are hung in meat stores and restaurants to at tract the flies. And is there a woman liv ing who has not worked upon cardboard (or perforated paper) bookmarks or other ornamental (?) affairs for the holiday or birthday seasons ? A skillful brush or pencil can transform a little piece of paper into a beautiful pic ture, so to speak—a thing of beauty and a joy for many years, at least. When the whitewasher or the plasterer is called in of a sudden to repair a break, newspapers, ingeniously disposed, form an effectual protection to carpets and furni ture. They are also invaluable to cover the carpet when ashes are emptied or coal put into the baseburners or heaters, now a part of every ordinary country dwelling. In summer there is no more hateful sub stance to moth existing than newspapers. They can be most satisfactorily used to en velop clothing which is to be kept over from winter to winter. When a carpet is to be put down, dis tribute newspaper, layer on layer, evenly on the bare floor. A dozen layers are none too many; and they will keep out the cold and form as soft a footing as expensive “carpet lining.” On very cold nights newspapers laid be tween the blankets will aid effectually to produce warmth. Rheumatic persons can wrap them around or over a painful joint with benefit; and a long ride may be ren dered comfortable by newspapers laid in or around the shoes, or under the cloak around the shoulders. Paper, however, as it ab sorbs no moisture, should be used cautiously in these ways. When a pane of glass is broken, brown paper pasted over the crack or aperture until the glazier comes will, for practical purposes, answer as well as the glass, excepting, perhaps, in point of light. Or paper will “stuff up” a mouse hole or other opening until the carpenter or mason can be called in to provide something more substantial. Money, handkerchiefs, napkins, water pails and basins, car wheels, twine—is there anything which cannot be made of (taper ? How light, how clean, how labor-saving it The Tear Kerchief. In some portions of Tierol a peculiar and beautiful custom still prevails. When a girl is about to be married, before she leaves her home to go to the church, her mother hands her a kerchief, which is called a tear kerchief. It is made of newly spun linen, and has never been used- It is with this kerchief that she dries her tears when gho leaves her father’s house, and while she stands at the altar. After the marriage is over and the bride has gone with her husband to their own new home, she folds up the kerchief and places it unwashed in the linen closet, where it remains untouched. The tear kerchief has only performed half its mission. Children are born, grow up, marry and move away from the old home. Each daughter receives from the mother a new tear kerchief. Her own still remains where it was placed in the linen closet on the day of the marriage, Generations come and go, The young rosy bride has become a wrinkled old woman. She may have sur vived her husband and all her children. All her friends may have died off, and still that last present which she received from her mother has not fulfilled its object. But it comes at last. At last the weary eyelids close for the long, long‘sleep, and the tired, wrinkled hands are folded over the pulse less heart, Then the tear kerchief is taken fVom its place and spread over the placid features of the dead, never to be removed until we are summoned to come forth on the resurrection morn. Where They Originated. Peas are of Egyptian origin; celery originated in Germany; the chestnut came from Italy; the onion originated in Egypt; the nettle comes from Europe; tobacco is a native of Virginia; the citron is a native of Greece ; the pine is a native of America; oats originated in North Africa; rye origi nally came from Siberia ; the poppy origi nated in the East; the mulberry originated in Persia; parsley was first known in Sar dinia ; spinach was first cultivated in Ara bia ; the sunflower was brought from Peru; the walnut and peach came from Persia ; the horse chestnut is a native of Thibet; the cucumber came from the East Indies , the radish originated in China and Japan. “If man wants to own the earth, what does the woman want ?” inquired Mr. Gray of his better half, after a little family mat inee a few days ago. “Well, my dear,” responded that lady in a gentle smothering tongue, “to own the man, I suppose.” VOL. XXI.-NO. 13. The Perfumery Industry. The manufacture of perfume from flow ers has been carried on more or less since the beginning of the historic era. The an cient Egyptians seem to have understood the process of distilling attars from various flowers and fruits. During the middle ages we read of a perfume known as Hungary watet which was first distilled from rosemary in 1370 by Elizabeth, Queen of Hungary, who obtained the recipe from a hermit, and by the use of it is said to have preserved her beauty to old age. Catherine de Med icis, when she came to France to marry Henry 11, brought with her a famous Flor ence perfumer, who had the art of manu facturing oils from flowers, both by the processes of inflowering and by maceration, though of course his methods were rude and unscientific as compared with those of to-day. From that time the French have paid great attention to the cultivation of flowers for this purpose. In an elaborate paper upon perfumery, furnished by Mr. Eugene Rimmel to the Society of Arts, London, and published in No. 391 of its journal, scents in general use are classified in eighteen groups and the vegetable products used in this art are ar ranged in ten divisions, as follows : First: The floral series, namely, jasmine, rose, orange-flower, cassa, tuberose, violet, jonquil and narcissus; the attar, or otto, of roses is the most valuable product of this division. Second : The herbal series, comprising all aromatic plants, such as lavender, spike, peppermint, rosemary, thyme, matjoram, geranium, patchouli and wintergreen, which yield essential oils by distillation. Third ; The andrupogou series, which furnish the lemon-grass, eitronclla and ginger-grass oil. Fourth. The citrine series, comprisingthe bergamot, orange, lemon, citron and lime, from whose rinds an essential oil is obtained by expression or distillation. Fifth. The spice series, including cinnamon, cinnamon leaf, cloves, mace, nutmeg and pimento. Sixth. The wood series, consisting of san dal wood, rosewood, rhodium, cedar and sassafras. Seventh. The root series, com prising orris root and vetiver, called by the Hindoos kus-kus. Eighth. The seed se ries, composed of anise seed, dill and cara way. Ninth. The balm and gum series, including balsam of Peru, balsam of Tolu, camphor, myrrh, benzoin, storax and other gums. Tenth. The fruit series, includ ing bitter almonds, Tonquin beans and vanilla. The artificial preparations and the animal perfumes make two more series. The greatest number of the materials, amount ing to twenty-eight, is obtained from the south of France and Italy, which is the chief center of manufacture for perfumery materials. The East Indies and China furnish about twenty-one, Turkey two, Africa two, North America six, South America six, and England four. The only articles named from the United States are peppermint, sassafras and wintergreen. The chief places for the growth of the sweet perfume-producing flowers are Montpellier, Grasse, Nimes, Savoy, Cannes and Nice, in France. It is there that the jasmine, tube rose, eassio, rose and violet grow to such perfection, and that the processes of en fleurage and maceration are commercially worked. Nice and Cannes are the paradise of vio lets, producing annually something like one hundred and fifty tons of blossoms. The variety cultivated is generally the double or Parma violet, which is so productive that the flowers are sold at about five pence per pound, and we all know what sort of bou quet a pound of violets would make. The abundance in Sicily of every flower which in our climate is moat highly prized, recalls the traveler in the story who arrived in a country where the children played at pitch and toss and marbles with diamonds, ru bies, emeralds and other precious gems. “These are, doubtless, the sons of some powerful king,” he said, and bowed re spectfully before them. The children, laughing, made him soon perceive that they were the street boys, and that the gems were only the pebbles of that country. In Sicily the crimson grenade and rose trees, the peach-colored rhododendrons and the delicate white eamelias form the coun try hedges. The white and green myrtles, and pink, white and flame-shaped and flame colored tulips grow wild. When a pleasure garden is made the orange and lemon trees are taken out, because they are too common. Alphonse Karr was much surprised to notice that the ladies of Nice never decorated themselves with real flowers, but seemed to dislike them. He thought this all the more strange in a country where it is no longer a mythological flattery to say that flowers spring from the footprints. The roses, vio lets, jasmine and mignonette arc cultivated by the peasants only for perfumery pur poses, and honored but as we honor pota toes or cabbages. We are now wholly dependent for our finest perfumes on France, so that when a flower crop fails, as the jasmine and rose sometimes do, the manufacturers are put to serious inconvenience. It is, therefore, to the interest of perfumers to promote the production of these flowers in other coun tries, and the high price they fetch in the market would make it a very profitable speculation. Great praise is due to the pioneers of flower farming in the British colonies of South Africa and Australia, and especially to Col. Talbot in Jamaica, whose efforts in this direction bid fair to meet with complete success. The cultivation of flowers on a large scale for perfumery pur poses in this country would perhaps be im practicable. For American flowers, how ever beautiful in form or color, do not pos sess the intensity of odor required for ex traction; and the greater part of those used in the south of France for perfumery pur poses would grow here only in hothouses. The one flower which might be had in abundance would be the rose; but the smell of it is very faint compared with that of the Southern rose. The shortness of the flowering season and the high price of labor as compared with those in Europe would be serious disadvantages with which to contend. In the little village of Mount Pleasant, in the potteries in Staffordshire, England, is to be found a child whose extraordinary growth excites great wonder. Little Alice, as she is humorously called, is but 4 years of age, yet turns the scale at 150 pounds; the circumference of her waist being no less than 5 feet, while her height is 4 feet, so that literally she is broader than she is long. She is bright, intelligent, and re markably pretty, her head being crowned with a mass of golden hair. Her size does not interfere in the least with her activity, as she may often be seen playing with the other children of the village or wandering in their company through the country lanes. Her appetite is A teacher observed a huge blot of ink on a little Irish boy’s copybook. “What is that?” he demanded. “Sure, I think it’s a tear sir.” “A tear! How could a tear be black?” “Sure, I think wan o’ the colored boys dropped it, sir.” The brightest thoughts sometimes come from the dullest looking men. The greatest of all faults is to be con scious of none.