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VOL. I. UNDER THE SNOW Under the mow the sweet flowers, Children of summer and fall, With their mother-plants lie sleeping, Waiting for springtime s recall. The cold winter rain is falling blKe tears on their snowy bed, Atrfl the one smiling face of nature Js frozen, and pallid, and dead. Sadly we miss the rleh beauty Of these blossoms from sunshine born; An<\ we long for their quick returning, The desolate fields to adorn. But when the May sun is shining, Gay blooms and sweet fragrance to bring, "We forget the burial of winter In the resurrection of spring. So under the snow we bury The fondest hopes of our lives; . Forever to wait and to slumber, TUI the last judgment day arrives. It may be a wife or a husband, A father or mother most dear, A beloved sister or brother, A little one, smiling and fair. Sorely we grieved at the absence Of the cherished one lost to sight And the sunshine bright of our gladness Folds into the blackness of night. Our bitterest tears are falling, Melting the snow on the grave; And the blessings we have remaining Bring not the comfort we crave. But our streaming eyes are lifted Upward, beyond this world's gloom, And we see the Star of Hope gilding The darkness drear of the tomb. It tells us to wait and be patient; In the Garden of Joy above. Our transplanted flowers are blooming, In the sunshine fair of God’s love. —Llsette Clayton Hood, in Good Housekeep* A LIFE LESSON. Taught to a Thoughtless, Ease- Loving Daughter. [Original.l AM wish I had never been born W at aIL IVs jn drudge, drudge, ‘Gretchen, will you do this?’ Xji And: ‘Gretchen, V will you do that?’ I im sick and cven of the sound (,(' of my own name. How perfectly delightful it would be to get away from it all, if only just for one single day, and”—she glanced at a table in the center of the room with half a dozen books scattered over it—“there’s that lovely story-book Cousin Fred brought over for me to read weeks and ■weeks ago. How nice it would be to go off into the woods for a whole day, and read, and read, and read, with no brothers or sisters to look after, no dishes to wash, and only the birds, trees and flowers to talk to. It just makes me wild to think of it.” The fragrant breath of cinnamon roses, blooming near, was borne to her through the open window. She reached forth and picked one of the most per fect blossoms. “It is sweet, but O, so old-fashioned, just like everything else about this humdrum old place,” she said, as she plucked out its leaves one by one and sent them drifting careless ly out upon the ground. Directly she heard Ned asking to have a missing button replaced; then, a prolonged Whistle that she knew be longed to Hal, the proverbial whistler. The whistling ceased, and a loud, cheery voice called out: “Mother, seen my gogerphy and rithmetic anywhere?” Then she heard her mother’s reply: “No, my son, wait just a minute, and I will find them.” Next came Mollie, in search of a mislaid sun-bonnet. Then little Bob appeared with a cut finger for mamma to bandige. In the midst of the chaos, the baby was awakened from his morning nap and began to cry lustily. “I wonder where Gretchen TEARS CAME TO HER RELIEF. can be all this while,” said Mrs. Mer lon, going to the door and calling: “Gretchen, Gretchenl” but no Gretchen answered. “I suppose I ought to go this very minute, but I am going to have this one morning all to myself,” muttered rebellions Gretchen. She went over to the table, picked up the coveted book, threw herself on the lounge, and soon forgot everything in its perusal. How long she remained thus she never knew. She was suddenly aroused by the sound of approaching footsteps and the indistinct murmur of strange voices. She hastened to the window. A number of men were coming slowly up the path, bearing a heavy burden. "I hspo there hasn't anything hap pened to father. I heard him telling awthcr at t)io breakfast table that he ile Sea test would be glad when he was through work on Denver’s mill, for he thought the scaffolding unsafe.”' While these thoughts were passing rapidly through her brain, the men were drawing nearer and nearer, pausing at length before the open door. She saw them take a limp form from off the rude stretcher, heard the heavy tread of feet as the men passed through the room, and on into the bedroom at the right, and then her mother’s heart-broken cry and pite ous appeal for someone to go for Dr. Nelson; beard one of the men say; “It bean’t no use, Mis’ Merton; he were stone dead when we picked him up. No doctor can’t do him no good now.” A voice which she recognized as Mr. Denver’s said: “The scaffolding fell and his head struck a mill-stone, kill ing him instantly.” He escaped a sim ilar fate only by being called to anoth er part of the mill Just before the ac cident, still Gretchen remained at the window, hearing everything distinctly, yet powerless either to move or cry aloud. She knew not how long she re mained thus. A feeling that she could not resist drew her to the place where she knew they had laid him. She crept quietly out and reached the room unobserved. She knelt beside him, clasping his band in her own, but there was no answer ing pressure. They were cold and chill. She kissed the pale lips over and over again, but no smile lit up the careworn face, no gleam of love-light shone out through the closed eyelids. She saw him standing in the doorway, as he had stood for a moment before going to his work that morning. His parting words came back to her. He had said to her in his bright, cheery way: “Gretchen, help the little mother all you can to-day. You know she is not very strong.” She had returned a crisp unpleasant answer. Then he turned and went away without another word; but O, such a grieved, sorrowful look! How much she would have given to know that she was forgiven! But it was too late. He would never know how sorry she was. Tears came to her relief. Great sobs broke the awful stillness. Then a neighbor came in and drew her gently from the room, saying: “Gretchen, you must be your mother's comforter now.” Then she resolutely put aside her own grief to soothe and quiet the younger children. The day of burial came. She saw the friends gather one by one; she listened to the solemn chant, stood be side the open grave, heard the old gray headed pastor solemnly repeat the words: “Earth to earth, and dust to dust,” heard her mother's agonizing cry, as the earth-clods touched the coffin-lid. Then came the return to their desolate home where everything reminded them so forcibly of the lost one. Ere long thoughts of the future pressed upon mother and daughter. The cottage was theirs, but how was the little flock to be clothed and fed? Through the kindness of a friend, a school in an adjoining district was proffered Mrs. Merton. She decided to accept the offer. Thus a few weeks found Gretchen duly installed as house keeper. It was not what she had planned for herself before their sorrow came, and rebellious thoughts would crowd in upon her; but a memory of the still form hidden away in the old churchyard, and a look into her mother’s pale, sad face, would check them, and the bitter words remained unspoken. Weeks passed. The duties of the school-room, together with the over sight of the home, proved too much for frail Mrs. Merton. Late in the autumn, just before the chilling winter came, another grave was made, and Gretchen saw her mother laid to rest beside her father. Mollie had been slightly ill for sev eral days; but Gretchen had not heed ed it, being too much engrossed with the care of her mother. Mollie grew suddenly worse. The disease proved to be scarlet fever in its most malig nant form, A few days of intense pain, then the busy hands were folded and the loving child voice hushed forever. One after another the other children were taken from the home, till only heralf and the baby were left. She held the little form close in her arms, lovingly smoothing her tangled curls, trying with her own soft touch to cool the fevered brow. Earnestly she prayed that this one home-link might be spared her; but soon a tiny mound was made beside the larger ones, and she found herself alone in the world. In the meantime debts had been ac cumulating. There was no alterna tive. The cottage must be sold. The day of sale came. Before the crowd began to gather she went through the silent, deserted rooms, reserving here and there an article, in itself of little value, but of priceless worth to her. A broken doll, a worn baby-shoe, her mother’s work-basket, with its contents untouched, were among the treasures carefully placed in an old hair-trunk. Then she saw the home furnfture auc tioned off, and lastly the cottage and grounds transferred to Deacon Smith. She was alone, without friends or home. With a great heart-cry of anguish, she sprang to her feet. She gazed about her with a look of intense aston ishment. The breath of cinnamon roses came to her through the open window. A robin was piping a merry roundelay in a cherry tree near by. The indistinct murmur of chil dren’s voices fell upon her ear. The book that had fallen at her feet as she sprang from the loung'e now arrested her uUsution, Tears of joy sprang “ FEAHLEBB IN AT.Ti TEtXNGS.” BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, MARCH 19, 1892. to her eyes as she realized that her #or* rows were only a dream. Passing quickly from the room, she found her mother bending over the ironing table, looking heated and tired. Gretchen led her into the adjoining room and placed her on the lounge which she had so recently occupied. Then she coaxed the children into the barn, where she left them interested in a game of hide-and-go-seek. Return ing to the house, she noiselessly opened the door of the parlor and saw her mother quietly sleeping. And now she took up the work which the tired hands of the sleeper had left unfin ished. The great joy that nestled in her heart made her forget the heated room, the unread books, the little economies and self-denials of her home life. Nor did the lesson of her dream fade from memory. Often afterward the thought of that one hour of sorrowful SHE SPRANG TO HER FEET, slumber checked the impatient word or the thought of self-indulgence. It was a cause of wonder to her parents that their thoughtless, ease-loving daughter had suddenly grown so con siderate and womanly. Gretchen kept her own counsel, but she will never forget the lesson of that June morning. Emma A. Tiffany. HER DOUBTFUL COMPLIMENT. A Remark That Was Su eject to Various Constructions. A certain Mrs. Malaprop, who lives in a large eastern city, is noted for her skill in unconsciously embarrassing other people, while she herself remains perfectly at ease. Not long ago she was introduced to two sisters, young ladies who had long been known to her by name, though she had never met them. “Now, my dears,” she said, address ing them collectively, with her usual bland smile, and regarding them earn estly through her glasses, “I have often heard of the bright and the handsome Miss Ratcliffe. Now, lam so glad to meet you both, and 1 want you to tell me at once which of you is the bright and which the handsome one!” On another occasion she was dining with her nephew and his young wife, who had just set up housekeeping. The dinner did not go off quite so smoothly as the young couple had hoped, and the cooking was by no means perfect. The hostess unwisely began to murmur apologies, and her husband joined in, half laughing, with references to his wife’s youth and in experience. “Don’t say another word, my dear children,” interrupted their kind- ImPrted guest. “I can assure you I’ve eaten a great deal worse dinners than this in the course of my life; a great deal worse. Yes,” she added medita tively, “I’ve eaten some pretty bad dinners, you may be sure!”—Youth’s Companion. Open Door Fiends. There are two occasions that arc usually improved by the leave-the door-open man. One is when he comes in qith the intention of going out again; the other when he goes out in tending to come right back again. It isn’t because it is any particular trouble to close the door; it is the human in stinct of providing the ready means o” escape, of safety. The first thing a burglar does when he enters a house or a bank is to see that everything is clear for sudden exit. The wise general al ways plans the method of retreat and leaves an opening for getting away in case the battle goes against him. The wily savage and even wild animals have the same instinct. When a man enters your office and leaves the door ajar he is doing just what any other animal would do—providing for the possible contingency of”being kicked out This contingency is a little more remote than the comfort of society would seem to warrant. —N. Y. Herald Weighing: to a Bair. “As fine as a hair” could well be the praise accorded the wonderfully deli cate weight tester for coins at the mint. As the coins run down into it through the long spout, the tester needs to balance them but for an in stant, immediately shooting those that are not found wanting into the ex pectant and open-mouthed sack at the end of a lower spout. If too light they are tossed out through another spout, and if too heavy through a third one. Not long ago an astonishingly large number of coins were tossed into the “too heavy” spout. Surprised at.this un usual rejection of so great a load of the silver pieces investigation was in stituted, when, lo! it was found that a single tiny hair caught in the scales and made overweight for every coin passed through.—l’hiladelpliift Record, HINTS TO YOUNG LADIES, Things For Them to Consider in Their Relations to Men. It Is also one of the mistakes which women sometimes make, to ask any favor of a gentleman which will incur the least expense for him. No matter how pressing are the circumstances, she should never take the liberty unless he is a near relative. In the various circles of American society, where it is the custom for young men to escort young ladies to theaters and other places of entertainment, it is a mistake for a young lady to ever voluntarily ex patiate her fondness for the theater or the concert in his presence. It might be proper to say here, perhaps, that it is a mistake for a young lady to attend such places with young men, unac companied by a chaperon. But, though much is said and written about the chaperon nowadays, I am willing to as sert that in the whole of America there are not more than one thousand young ladies who consider the chaperon a necessity, while at least half a million very excellent young ladies are being escorted about by admiring swains every evening in the year. It is also a mistake for a young lady to correct or scold her parents in the presence of young men, imagining they will admire her culture or courage, or imagine they will not notice it. 1 heard a wealthy and accomplished young lady at one of our noted sea shore resorts severely criticised and condemned by a group of gentlemen one day, because one of them had heard her speak unkindly to her mother. It is a mistake for a woman (wife, mother, sister or sweetheart), to make plans for the disposal of all a man’s spare hours, and then expect him to enjoy himself. It is a mistake for a woman to try to prove to men her great knowledge and superior intellect. They enjoy an in tellectual woman when they discover her brightness themselves, but they do not like to have her force her brains and learning upon them. But it is just as great a mistake to as sume an air of insipidity, and expect a man to think it charming. Men arc exacting in their demands. Too much or too little brain in woman is equally offensive to them. It is the mistake of a lifetime to give a man any liberty which you would not want known, and to expect him to keep the matter a secret The exceptional man will sometimes hide the indiscre tion of a young girl whom he believes spoke or acted from ignorance; but the average man, in the highest the same as in the lowest walks of life, boasts of his successes with foolish women, and the rendezvous, the letter, the embrace, or the souvenir which she has given him, thinking it will never be known to others than themselves, is shortly the matter of gossip among a dozen people. Women hide their secrets far better than men do. They fear the censure of the world too much to share their vrors or indiscretions with confidantes. But men are almost invariably vain and proud of their conquests, and relate their achievements with the fair sex to one or two admiring friends. They may not use names, but let the inci dents once be told, it is an easy matter to discover the personages if one is at all curious to do so. The only way to keep men from be traying our indiscretions is not to com mit them. I once made these remarks in the presence of several ladies, and one of them replied, “that she was glad she had never been acquainted with the class of men I knew.” At the same time that lady’s name had been used lightly in a club room not a week pre vious, and her indiscreet actions had been commented on by “the class of men” she did know. It is the worst mistake of all for a woman to think she can make no mis take. The moment that conviction en ters her head she is on the highway to some grand blunder whereby she will wound, disgust or antagonize the man she most cares for. Eternal watchful ness, never-failing caution, perpetual tact and equal quantities of pride and humility are necessary ingredients in the behavior a woman needs to use with men. This should be garnished with good sense, flavored with coquetry and served with good-nature. And even then we will he liable to make some mistakes, since one man will com plain of too much coquetry in the fla voring. and another will call it insipid; one will say we have too much pride to render the dish palatable, and another will complain of an overdose of humil ity; and still another will think we served our conduct too cold, while his comrade, will think the opposite.— Ladies’ Home Journal. The Coming Suitor. Stranger—l have come, sir, to marry your daughter. Millionaire—Eh? Wha— Stranger—A million or two will be necessary to make us comfortable, and of course you will give it Shall I leave my satchel here while I go to present myself to your daughter? Millionaire (bewildered)—Have you credentials in your satchel? Stranger—No, nothing but dynamite. N. Y. Weekly. The Hint W Ineffective. Mrs. Llvehigh (with an eye to a pair of earrings)—Gerald, I see that diamond mining can no longer be conducted profitable without blasting. Mr. Llvehigh—Guess ' that’s what makes ’em so blasted expensive.— Jeweler's Weekly, THE WALLS OF THE HOUSE. How to Make Them Cheerful and Home like. It is very important that the walls of the house we live in are pleasing and pleasant to us, as we need to be cheer ed and rested by that which meets our gaze hour after hour in our home life. There have been decided changes in this respect within a few years. Formerly a room once papered would last nearly a lifetime, and now for sanitary aad other reasons it is custom ary to change paper frequently. But even then the paper that lasts for a briefer time should be carefully chosen, and all necessary requirements kept continually in mind. The rolled wall paper is a compara tively modern introduction. Paper formerly came in square sheets and was pasted together before being printed. This was clumsy to handle. The paper has improved much in qual ity and beauty with the years. Those who have given the matter little atten tion will hardly realize the changes that have recently been made. The correct paper for the library or dining-room is a tapestry paper, which presents all the soft, rich effects of the old-time tapestries and gives the room a cosy, comfortable atmosphere. The wide frieze is going by. It is entirely out of place with the elaborate papers now in use. The molding for the hanging of pictures is absolutely essential, and is made in very beautiful and varied styles. The dining-room that is finished in oak will have an oak molding. The papers for the parlor are of the old-time type, large vases of flowers, wreaths and lavish designs in soft tints brought out by white aud gold. This paper in the smaller styles and little darker colors, is used for the sitting room or living-room. The chamber papers have large floral designs in light colors, and soft shades of olive, terracotta, etc. Among the chamber papers are what is known as chintz papers that sell for $1.50 a roll. The sanitary wall papers finished in oil that sell for seventy-five cents a roll are shown. Many English papers are imported. They are two inches wider than the American papers. Papers may be bought at almost any price, varying from five cents a roll to twenty-five or thirty dollars. There is a mica finish paper for halls, that recalls olden days, although it is entirely new and unlike anything formerly shown. The nursery papers introduce charm ing designs, and are excellent for their purpose of brightening the children’s homes. Bath room papers that may be washed off arc shown in tile designs. Some of these are the brilliant French tiles, and others the pretty quiet old blue and white Dutch tiles. These papers also come as sanitary papers at seventy-five cents a roll. The leather papers with their heavy embossed effects for dining rooms, and their fine stamped designs for parlors are shown in great variety. They sell at three dollars and a half or six dollars per roll. A little consideration of the subject will be certain to make many feel that they can well afford to make changes in the wall paper of their homes.— Christian at Work. WIT, OR IMPERTINENCE? The Thoughtless Speech fhat Carries a Sting With It. O Nobody denies that it is delightful to be bright, to be able to make clever speeches; but it sometimes is just as dangerous to be brilliant as it is to be stupid. The girl who can always give a witty answer, who can always make a remark that is suited to the occasion is the girl who is apt to be very much applauded, and the consequence is she begins to think she can say anything she pleases, and that the world about her will believe that she is to bo prais ed always. Then she grows to mistake impertinence for wit Her heart hard ens a little and she does not hesitate to make a jest of somebody's misfor tune, to see fun in misery, and to count old age as a special butt for her sharp tongue. She does not do this intentionally, and, as the time always comes when she is sorry for it, I want to give her a little word of advice. It is very hard to resist the bright thought—that is, to resist giving words to it. but it is a great deal better not to say anything for which you will bo sorry after. In so many homes the bright members of the family get into the habit of chaffing the other ones; and father and, too often, mother will laugh. Many a laugh will provoke a shower of tears. Now, the time is go ing to come when that chaffing will de generate into a daily rudeness, when the shy girl will grow shyer and less fond of her sister, and when the boy who happens to be a little awkward and a littte bashful will be happiest when his sister is away from home. Here comes the warning. Before you say what seems to you brilliant, think out which it is—wit or impertinence?— Ladies’ Home Journal. Nocash's Credit. Mr. Slimpurse (hankering for a suit of clothes on tick) —I—aw—presume you are acquainted with my friend, Mr. Nocash. He has a running account here, I believe? Tailor—Yes. We do the running.— N. Y. World. —“I hear that Baggs, the lawyer, is quite a poet.” “He’s well versed in the law; but, really, I can’t laud his yepe,’’-Smith, Gray & Co.’s Monthly. TERMS; SI,OO Per Annum in Advance. RELIGIOUS AND EDUCATIONAL. —lt is a long step toward Heaven to have a good mother. —Ohio Wesleyan university has scut out fifty-four missionaries. —No man can overcome himself without help from Christ. —Ram's Horn. —lf God were to smile at the man who frowns at his brother, devils would soon be happy. —The Yale college art school cost a quarter of a million of dollars, and is endowed with SBO,OOO. —The intellect of the wise is like glass, it admits the light of Heaven and reflects it—Hare. —No preacher ever scattered his con gregation by having too much to say about Christ—Ram’s Horn. —Philadelphia claims in the Pennsyl vania academy of fine arts the oldest art institution in the country. —The Presbyterian churches of Chi cago in ten years have increased in number from forty-nine to seventy-five. —Faith makes the Christian. Life proves the Christian. Trial tests the Christian. Death crowns the Chris tian. —When religion is made a science, there is nothing more intricate; when it is made a duty, nothing more easy.— Wilson. —Hanson Place Methodist Episcopal church of Brooklyn, has the largest membership in Methodism —1,913 mem bers and 148 probationers. —The late Cardinal Manning was the first Englishman to receive the scarlet hat since the time of Cardinal Wolsey and the reformation. His immediate predecessor, Cardinal Wiseman, was of Irish birth. —Fourteen acres of land just nortli of Washington city, the estimated worth of which is 8300,000, have been donated by Messrs. Newlands & Wag garnan, as a site for the proposed Prot estant Episcopal cathedral, at the na tional capital. —New statistics concerning the status of the Lutheran church in America, have recently been collected. Accord ing to these the grand total is sixty-one synods, 5,038 pastors, 8,388 congrega tions, and 1,187,854 confirmed or com municant members. —The American Bible society was formed in New York in 1816, by n con vention of delegates from thirty-five lo cal Bible societies and the Society of Friends. The society’s receipts for the first year were 837,779.35. For the fifty sixth year the receipts were 8089,033.47, the total receipts for the fifty-six years amounting to nearly 815,000,000. —The recent Census Bulletin No. 6 credits the Lutheran church with an attendance of 141,888 pupils in her paro chial schools. Of these 13,716 are in the North Atlantic states, 1,371 in the South Atlantic, 133,463 in the north central, 3,316 in the south central, and 633 in the western. Wisconsin leads all the states with 86,394, followed by Illinois with 34,303, and Minnesota with 18,305. WIT AND WISDOM. —Of two women choose the one that will have you.—Texas Sifting’s. —One of the most difficult things to do is to make a dimple of a wrinkle. — Galveston News. —lt is natural for a fellow to boil with rage when he gets fired. —Bing- hamton Republican. —The man who is not trying to make the world better, is willing that it should become worse. —lf men could get to Heaven by hard work, the biggest rogues would be the busiest.—Ram's Horn. —The man whenever gives up misses the answers to some awfully good co nundrums. —Elmira Gazette. —Many of the applicants for divorce acknowledge that they have made a sour mash. —Natural Weekly. —lt is strangh, but true, that when a man is short of brains he is generally long on collars. —Texas Siftings. —The rain falls upon the just, but not upon the unjust who has stolen the umbrella of the former —Galveston News —People who can’t afford to follow the fashion usually try to follow the people who do follow it.—Somerville Journal. —One of the highest offices in the gift of the government is that of watchman in the Washington monument —Wash- ington Star. —Man’s fondness for sharing his mis fortunes is equaled only by his pronc ness to exhibit his good luck.—lndian apolis Journal. —Man is a good deal like a fish. You know the fish would never get in very serious trouble if it kept its mouth shut. Yonkers Statesman. —There is nothing in the world more aggravating to a man with a secret than to meet people who have no curi osity.—Atchison Globe. —Jagson says that even the most un observing man begins to look around when he sits down suddenly on an icy sidewalk.—Elmira Gazette. —Rarer qualities are required for good gossip than for most of the earn est discussions by which superior peo ple improve themselves. —W. H. Mal lock. —A woman can give much more ad vice about how to keep a'husband’s love on the first anniversary of her marriage than she can at her silver wedding.—Elmira Gazette. —lf every man could have everything he wanted, what an uninteresting place this world would be for the men, and what an unhappy place for the women, —gomerviile journal, NO. 10.