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Once more the liberal year laughs out
O'er rusher stores than gems of gold;
Once more with harvest song and shout
Is Nature's bloodless triumph told.
Our common mother rests and sings,
Like Ruth, among her garnered
sheaves :
Her lap is full of goodly things,
Her brow is bright with Autumn
O favors every year made new 1
O gifts with rain and sunshine sent!
The bounty
The fullness shames our discon tent.
We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on;
We choose the shadow, but the sun
That casts it shines behind us still.
— Whittier.
"And you sail to-morrow, Will V I
shall miss you."
"Yes; I'm bound to see the world.
Pve been beating my wings in despera
tion against the wires of my cage these
three years. I know every stick, and
stone, and stump in this odious village
by heart, as well as I do those stereo
typed sermons of Parson Grey's. They
say ho calls me 'a scapegrace'—pity I
should have the name without the
game," said he, bitterly. "I have'n't
room here to run the length of my
chain. I'll show him what I can do in
a wider field of action."
"But how did you bring your father
"Oh, he's very clad to be rid of me ;
quhe disgusted because I've no fancy
for seeing corn and oats grow. The
truth is, every father knows at once too
much and too little about his own son ;
the old gentlenii
me; he soured my temper, which is
originally none of the best, aroused all
the worst feelings in my nature, and is
constantly driving me from instead of
to the point he would have me reach. "
"And your mother V"
"Well, there you have me ; that's the
only humanized portion of my heart—
the only soft spot in it. She came to
mybed-8ide last night, after she thought
I was asleep, gently kissed my forehead,
and then knelt by my bed-side. Harry,
I've been wandering round the fields
all the morning, to try to get rid of that
prayer. Old Parson Grey might preach
till the millennium, and he
any more than that
stone. It makes all the difference in
the world when you know a person feels
what they are praying about. I'm wild
and reckless and wicked, I suppose :
but I shall never be an infidel while I
can remember my mother. Y ou should
see the way she bears my father's im
petuous temper ; that's (/race, not na
ture, Harry ; but don't let us talk about
it—I only wish my parting with her
was well over. Good-bye; God bless
you, Harry ; you'll hear from me, if the
fishes don't make a supper of me ;" and
Will left his friend and entered the cot
Will's mother was moving nervously
and restlessly about, tying up all sorts
of mysterious little parcels that only
mothers think of, "in case of sickness,"
or in case he should be this,that, or the
other, interrupted occasionally by ex
clamations like this from the old farm
never understood
wouldn't move
er: "Fudge—stuff—great overgrown
baby—making a fool of him—never be
out of leading strings and then turn,
ing short about and facing Will as he
entered, he said •
"Well, sir, look in your sea-chest, and
you'll find ginger-bread and physic,
darning needles and tracts, 'bitters' and
Bibles, peppermint ai d old linen
rags, and opodeldoc. Pshaw ! I was
more of a man than you are when I was
nine years old. Your mother always
made a fool of you, and that was en
tirely unnecessary, too, for you were
always short of what is called common
sense. You needn't tell the captain you
went to sea because you didn't know
enough to be a landsman ; or that you
never did anything right in your life,
except by accident. You are as like
that ne'er do well Jack Halpine as two
peas. If there is anything in you, I
hope the salt water will fetch it out.
Come, your mother has your supper
ready, I see.'*
Mrs. Low's hand trembled as she
passed her boy's cup. It was bis last
meal under that roof for many a long
day. She did not trust herself to
speak—her heart was too full. She
heard all his father so injudiciously
said to him, and she knew too well
from former experience the effect it
w'ould have upon his impetuous, fiery
spirit. She had only to oppose to it a
mother's prayer, and tears, and all-en
during love. She never condemned in
Will's hearing* any of his father's
philippics ; always excusing him with
the general remark that ho didn't un
derstand him. Alone , she mourned
over it; and when with her husband,
tried to place matters on a better foot
ing for both parties.
Will noted his mother's swollen eye
lids ; he saw his favorite 1 ttle tea cakes
that she had busied herself in preparing
for him, and he ate and drank what she
gave him, without tasting a morsel he
'swallowed, listening for the hundredth
time to his father's account of "what
he did when he was a young man."
"Just half an hour, Will," said his
up and
father, "before you start ;
see if you have forgotten any of your
It was the little room he had always
called his own. How many nights he
had lain there listening to the rain pat
tering on the low roof; how many
mornings awakened by the chirp of the
robin in the apple-tree under the win
dow. There was the little bed with its
snowy covering, and the thousand and
one little comforts prepared by his
mother's hand. lie turned his head—
' she was at his side, her arms about his
neck. "God keep my boy!" was all
she could utter. He knelt at her feet
as in the days of childhood, and from
those wayward lips came this tearful
prayer: "Oh God, spare my mother
that I may look upon her face again in
this world ! "
Oh, in after days, when that voice
had died out from under the parental
roof, how sacred was that spot to her
who gave him birth ! There was hope
for the hoy! he had recognized his
mother's God. By that invisible silken
cord she still held the wanderer, though
broad seas roll between.
Letters came to Moss Glen—at stated
intervals, then more irregularly, pictur
ing only the bright spots in his sailor
life (for Will was proud, and they were
to be scanned by his father's eye ) The
usual temptations of a sailor's life
when in port were not unknown to him.
Of every cup the syren Pleasure held
to his lips, he drank to the dregs ; but
there were moments in his maddest
revels, when that angel»whisper, ' God
keep my boy," palsied his daring hand,
and arrested the luilf-uttered oath.
Disgusted with himself, he would turn
aside for an instant, but only to drown
again more recklessly "that still small
torturing voice."
"You're a stranger in these parts,"
said a rough farmer to a sun-burnt
traveller "Look as though you'd been
in foreign parts."
"Do I ?" said Will, slouching his hat
over his eyes. "Who lives in that little
cottage under the hill ?"
"Old Farmer Low—and a tough cus
tomer he is, too ; it's a word and a blow
with him. The old lady has had a hard
time of it, good as she is, to put up
with all his kinks and quirks. She bore
it very well till the lad went away ; and
then she began to droop like a willow
in a storm, and lose all heart, like.
Doctor's stuff didn't do any good, as
long as she got no news of the boy.
She's to be buried this atternoou, sir."
Poor Will staid to hear no more, but
tottered in the direction of the cottage.
He asked no leave to enter, but passed
over the threshold into the little "best
parlor," and found himself alone with
the dead. It was too true ! Dumb
were the lips that should have wel
comed him ; and the arms that should
have enfolded him were crossed peaee
lully over the heart that beat true to
him till the last.
Conscience did its office. Long years
of mad folly passed in swift review be
fore him ; and
that insensible form
•as made, and registered in
a vow v
"Your mother should, have lived to
see this day," said a gray-haired old
, as he leaned on the arm of the
clergyman, and passed into the village
"BlessGod, my dear father, there is
'joy in Heaven over
penteth;' and of all the angel baud,
there is one seraph hand that sweeps
more rapturously its harp to-day for
'the lost that is found."
sinner that re
The more freely sympathy and
affection is extended, and the more
gladly they are welcomed, the more
they bless mankind. Their very life
depends upon a generous atmosphere
of both giving and taking. Cold
ness, reserve, suspicion, pride, kill
them as the biting frost kills the lei
der plant.
We never regret the kind words
we have spoken, nor the retorts we
have left unsaid ; but bitterly do we
recall sharp words spoken angrily',
and unkind actions that may have
caused tears to come to the eyes that
will never shed them more.
One reason why we meet with
few people who are reasonable and
agreeable in conversation is, that
there is scarcely any person who does
not think more of what he has to say,
than of answering what is said to
By imagination a man in a dünge«
is capable of entertaining himself
with scenes and landscapes more
beautiful than any that can be found
in the whole compass of nature.
[This column will be devoted to
the interest of the colored race, and
is edited by a representative of that
To-morrow will be good-tidings
day at Ezion, for which an interest
ing programme has been prepared.
The Bruce Association has added
another fine picture to their already
large collection, entitled "The Col
ored Chieftain."
Wright & Jones's Quartette will
give a grand prize doncert at Sale m
on Wednesday night next, and at
Dover the following night.
The best element of the colored
citizens will vote the Temperance
Reform ticket the coming election
and thus help to free the whole
State from political slavery.
There will be a grand rally at
Bethel A. M. E. Church to-mon
The Rev. D. P. Seaton, of Baltimore,
will preach at 10.30 a. m.; the Rev.
J. W. Beckett, of Philadelphia, at
3.30 p. m., and the Rev. R. F. Way
man, of Baltimore, at 7.30 p. m.
I went on the excursion to
Charleston on Thursday evening at
Ezion M. E. Church, and words are
inadequate to express my delight
thereat. The wonderfully realistic
scenes of the great earthquake were
exhibited by the Rev. II. A.Monroe,
and explained by Mr. James II. Mor
gan. The new lime-light stereopti
ean was used for the second time,
and the views were so beautifully
"agnified on a large canvass that I
often imagined myself walking the
streets of the devastated city. I
can say without hesitation that it
was the finest exhibition of the kind
I ever attended.
James Harding, the
tailor of No. 81(1 French street, is
one of Wilmington's successful busi
ness men. He is a native of this
city, having been born here July 10,
1820. He learned his trade with
Robert G raves, then at No. 233 Mar
ket street, when about 20 years of
1870, afterward moving to his pres
ent location in answer to the calls of
seceding his employer in
a growing business. His best cus
tomers are leading white citizens.
No colored man is more respected
among his people, nor does any
other more richly deserve the sue
cess that has followed his years of
toil. Affable manners and superior
knowledge of his business are among
the causes of his rise. I have no
doubt that there are. many other
young men among us who can in the
same way become an honor to them
selves, their race, their city and their
The facts are, the colored race
has been making enormous strides
in the way of money getting during
the past ten years. Why, in the
city' of Washington to-day, a city in
which the Emancipation Proclama
tion of twenty-three years ago found
less than a dozen free blacks there
are 104 colored men who pay taxes
on above $25,000. The author of
the standard history of the African
race in America is worth $40,000.
Hon. Frederick Douglass lias $300,
000. Boston has a colored merchant
tailor who clothes the Beacon nill
aristocracy, and does a business of
$350,000 a year. He wits once a
slave and followed Sherman and his
troops on their march to the sea.
When he reached Charleston his
worldly possessions were a suit of
very ragged clothes and 28 cents.
The present tax collector of the
District of Columbia, nitnself a col
ored man, pays taxes on $250,000.
New York had a colored druggist
who dic'd recently' leaving $1,000,
000, and a son-in-law worth $150,000.
The ex-United States Minister to
Hayti has $75,000. Less than 100
colored men in Pittsburg pay taxes
on a combined property valuation of
Cincinnati has a colored furniture
-'hose check is good any day
Twenty-three years
ned more
than a score of four story residences
at the time of his death. One day
he entered a Cincinnati bank and
asked for government bonds. The
cashier did not know him, and when
he handed out his check for $15,000
he appealed to the president of the
bank. "Get him the bonds,"said the
latter; "he can draw his check for
ten times that sum." Buffalo has 0,
New Orleans-, 48; Philadelphia, 04;
Chicago, 22; Louisville, 8; Charles
ton, 12, Atlanta, 4, and Pittsburg
colored men who pay taxes
on more than $10,000 each and never
think of attending the sittings of the
court of tax appeals. Up to the
failure of the Freedmen's Savings
Bank the colored people of the
South had deposited therein $35,
000.000. This sum is in addition to I
for $ 100 , 000 .
ago he was a Kentucky slave,
late Robert Gordon
the amounts deposited by them in
other banking institutions,
colored residents of New York city
are assessed for over $0,000,000.
Colored men own property on Long
Island to the value of $2,500,000. In
South Carolina, Georgia, Florida,
Alabama and Mississippi the colored
people are buying for themselves
small farms, and what is better, they
are paying for them.
To Makk Hard Water Soft.—
Dissolve one pound of white rock
potash in one gallon of water, and
then use half a gill of the preparation
to a tub of water.
To Take Out Scorch. —Lay the
article scorched where the bright
sunshine will fall upon it. It will
remove the spot and leave it white
as snow.
Mildew may be removed by dip
ping in sour butter-milk and laying
in the sun.
Cold rain-water and soap will re
move machine grease from washable
To Preserve Clothes Pins.—
Clothes pins boiled a few moments
and quickly dried, once or twice a
month, become more flexible and
durable. Clothes lines will last
longer and keep in better order if
occasionally treated in the same way.
To Polish Tins _First rub them
with a damp cloth ; then take dry
flour and rub it on with the hands ;
afterward take an old newspaper
and rub the flour off, and the tins
will shine as well as if half an hour
had been spent rubbing them with
brick-dust or powder, which spoils
the hands.
Rubhino with paper is the better
way of polishing knives, forks, mir
rors, windows, lamp-globes, spoons,
etc. They shine like silver.
To remove grease from silk apply
a little magnesia to the wrong side,
and spots will disappear.
To Clean Furs. —Shake and whip
them well ; then brush ; boil some
flaxseed ; dip a rag in the water and
wipe them slightly. This makes
them appear nearly as good as new.
Ribbons of every kind should be
washed in cold suds and not rinsed.
Washing Kid Gloves. —First,
that your hands are clean, then put
on your gloves and wash them as
though you were washing yonr
hands, in a basin of spirits of tur
pentine. This method is used in
Paris. The gloves should be hung
in the air, or some dry place, to
carry away the smell of turpentine.
A new iron should be gradually
heated at first. After it has become
inured to the heat it is not so likely
to crack.
Glass will have a brighter and
clearer look when cleansed with cold
water than with warm water.
To Clean Wall Paper. —Tie a
soft cloth over a broom, and sweep
down the walls carefully.
Here's Where You Smile,
The ballot is the lever that must
save this country or that will bury
it beneath a mountain of despotism.
I — The Craftsman.
A cross old bachelor suggests that
births should be announced under
the head of new music.
The stories of the exquisite in
stinct of brute creation were rather
knocked in the head recently in Iowa
where a ferocious bull-dog bit a man
in the calf of his wooden leg.
A Hoboken mail thrust his fingers
into a horse's mouth to
many teeth it liad, and the horse
closed its mouth to see how many
fingers the man had. The curiosity
of each was satisfied.
iC liow
*, being a guest of
her grandma, had been liberally
feasted, when a second dish of pud
ding came on. Looking at the
steaming disli she exclaimed, with a
sigh, "Gran'ma, I wish I was twins."
The little
A man may have his head so
stuffed with knowledge that his hair
can't grow, and yet have his feet
knocked clear out from under him
a little
by a question or two IV
midget too small to know
from a gooseberry.
A fashion writer says that dresse s
are to be full this season. We prefer
them full. The idea of a dress empty
is ridiculous in the extreme. We
should like to know what satisfac
tion it would be to a young man to
hold an empty dress on his lap.
Mrs. Bullion to the principal of
the school attended by her daughter:
"Dear Madam—My daughter, Clar
ice, informs me that last year she
was obliged to study vulgar frac
tious. Please do not let this happen
again. If the dear child must study
let them be as refined as
213 Market St.
212 Shipley Si,
Justis and Davidson,
Has already taken its place among
the good agricultural papers of the coun
try, and been highly commended toy
leading progressive agriculturists of
the United States.
Il* M
Fall Foot«
•s. 20«; M
The Family Shoe House,
*206 Market St.,
Hatter and Furrier«
House and Sign Painter,

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