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[One of the sweetont metrical rhymes of the Que er poet Whittier, entitled "School Days, »• shows the regret or a little brown-eyed New England girl at having "spelle«! «lown" childish favor singled.] little boy whom her spell the word; I h above you, 1 bate Because (and the brown eyon lowor fell) because, Still memory to a grav-halred That» Dear «Irl, the grassos on her grave Have forty years been growing. ■ lie lIveB to learn life's li;tnl si liiHil How few who go above him lam And iiuc Ills l<~, gain, likelier, they love LOVE AND DUTY. The moon looked down upon no fairer sight than EfTie May, as she luy sleeping on her little coach, that fair summer night. So thought her mother, as she glided gently in, to give her a silent, good-night blessing. The bright flush of youth, and hope was on her cheek. Her long dark hair lay in musses about her neck and shoulders ; u smile played upon the red lips, and the mother tient low to catch the indistinct murmur. She starts at the whispered name, as if a serpent lmd stung her ; and us the little snowy hand is tossed restlessly upon the coverlid, she sees, glittering in the moonbeams, on that childish finger, the golden signet of betrothal. Reproachfully she asked herself : "How could I have been so blind? (but then Ellie has seemed to me only a child !) But he 1 oil, no; the wine-cup will be my child's rival; it must not be." Eflie was wilful, and Mrs. May knew she must be cautiously dealt with ; but she knew, also, that no mother need despair, who possesses the affection of her child. Eflie's violet eyes opened to greet the first ray of the morning sun, as he peeped into her room. She stood at the little mirror, gathering up, witli those, small hands, the rich tresses so impatient of confinement. How could she fail to tlmt she was lair?—she read it in every fcgp she met ; but there was one (and she was hastening to meet him) whose eye had noted, with a lover's pride, every shining ringlet, and azure vein, and flitting blush ; his words were soft and low, and skillfully chosen, and sweeter than music to her ear ; and less grace, the little straw hat under her dimpled chin ; and fresh, and sweet, and guiless, as the daisy that bent beneath her foot, she tripped lightly on to the old try sting place by the willows. Stay ! a hand is laid lightly upon her arm, and the pleading voice of a mother arrests that springing step. "Ellie dear, sit down with me this old garden seat ; give up your walk for this morning ; 1 slept but indifferently last night, and morning finds me languid and depressed." A shadow passed over EHie's face; the little cherry lips pouted, and a rebellous feeling was busy at her heart ; but one look in her . mother's pale face decided it, and, untying the strings of her hat. she leaned her head caressingly upon her mother's shoulder. she tied, W'ith a care 'You are ill, dear mother ; you ; troubled ;" and she looked in quiringly up into lier face. "Listen to me, Eflie, I have a story to tell you of myself: When I was about your age, l formed an acquaintance with a young man, by the name of Adolph. He had been but a short time in the village, but long enough to win the hearts of half the young girls, from their rus tic admirers. Handsome, frank and social, he found himself everywhere a favorite, lie would sit by me for hours, reading our favorite authors; and side by side, we rambled through all the lovely paths with which our village abounded. My parents knew nothing to his disadvantage, and were equally charmed as myself with his cultivated*refinement of manner, and the indefinable interest with which lie invested every topic, w.' gay, which it suited his mood to »liscuHs. Before 1 knew it, my heart was no longer in my keeping. One afternoon lie called to accompany sion, we had planned together. As ho came up the gravel walk, I notic ed that his fine hair was in disorder; a pang, keen as death, shot through my heart, when he approached me with reeling, unsteady step, and stammering tongue. I could not speak. The chill of death gathered r«>iind my heart. I fainted. When 1 recovered he mother's face i upon a little exeur gone, and my bending over me, moist with tears. Her woman's heart knew all that was passing in mine. She pressed her lips to my forehead, and only said ; "God strengthen you to choose the^right, iny child." "I could not look upon her rowful eyes, or the pleading face of my gray-haired father, and trust myself again to the witchery of that voice and smile. A letter came to me ; I dared not read it. (Alas 1 my heart pleaded too eloquently, even then, for his return.) I re turned it unopened ; iny lather and mother devoted themselves to lighten the load that lay upon my heart ; but the perfume of a flower, a re membered strain of music, a strug gling moonbeam, would bring back old memories, with a crushing bitter ness that swept all before it for the moment. But my father's aged hand lingered on my head with a blessing, and my mother's voice had the sweetness of an angel's, as it fell upon my earl "Time passed on, and I had con quered myself. Your father saw me, and proposed for my hand ; my parents left me free to choose, and Ellie dear, are we not happy ?" "Oh, mother," said Eflie, (then looking sorrowfully in her face,) "did you never see Adolph again?" "Do you remember, my child, the summer evening we sat upon tin* piazza, when a dusty, travel-stained came up the steps, and begged for a supper ? Do you recollect his bloated, disfigured face? Ellie,that was Adolph !" "Not that wreck of a man, moth er?" said Ellie, (covering her eyes with her hands, as if to shut him out from her sight.) "Yes ; that was all that remained of that glorious intellect, and that form made after God's own image. I looked around upon my happy home, then upon your noble father •—then—upon him, and." (taking Elliie's little hand and pointing to the ring that encircled it,) "In your ear, my daughter, I now breathe my mother's prayer for me—'God help you to choose the right !' " The bright bead of EfTle sank upon her mother's breast, and with a gush of tears she drew the golden circlet from her linger, and placed it in her mother's hand. "God bless you, my child." said the happy mother, ns she led her back to their quiet home. the at her I !) a Winter is Coming. Welcome his rough grip ! welcome, the fleet horse with flying feet, ami arching throat, neck-laced with merry bells; welcome, bright*eyes, and rosy cheeks, and furred robes, and the fun-provoking sleigh-ride ; welcome, the swift skater who skims, bird-like, the silvery pond ; welcome. Old Santa Claus with his horn of plenty ; welcome, the "Happy New Yenr," with her many-voiced echoes, and gay old Thanksgiving, with his groaning table, old triends and new babies ; welcome, for the bright fireside,the closed curtains, the dear, unbroken home-circle,the light heart, the rnerry jest, the beaming smile, the soft "good-night," thodowny bed, and rosy slumbers. HOUSEWIFE'S FRIEND. Hang up the bre use and s»?e how last. when not in i^h longer it will Have a damper in your kitchen stovepipe ; it will save one-third of your fuel. Fish may be scaled much easier by first dipping them in hot water fora minute. You can get rid of ants in the closet by sprinkling powdered borox around the shelves. Clean the tea kettle with sapolio and then wipe it off every day with a hot cloth. This will keep it bright and clean. Always have three or four bricks about tiie house neatly covered with carpet, for placing against the doors to keep them open. Remove the cover from the pot öfter pouring off the water from boiled potatoes and leave them on the back part of the stove, thus al lowing the steam to escape. This will leave them mealy. Never bring potatoes to the table in a covered dish. Select only perfect tomntoes for canning. If they are over-ripe or have a bad spot in them they will not keep. Tomatoes are excellent sliced, dipped in flour, with u little pepper and salt, and fried in butter. Another good way is to put in a layer of bread crumbs with little lumps of butter. Another good way is to put a layer of bread crumbs with little lumps of butter, some pepper and salt, into a baking dish, then a layer of sliced tomatoes (with skins removed) and another layer of bread crumbs, etc., finish ing with the tomatoes on top. Bake three-quarters of an hour. a A weekly paper conducted entirely by women is published at Indianapo lis by the Women's Christian Tem perance Union. HERE'S WHERE YOU SMILE "This is evidently a clearing-out sail," said the captain on a yachting trip as he looked around on his sea sick passengers. "You never saw my hands as dirty asthat," said a petulant mothertoher little girl. "No, but your mother did," was the reply. A minister not long ago preached from the text : "Be ye, therefore, steadfast." But the printer made him expound from "Be ye there for breakfast." A woman begged her husband to subscribe for a certain paper, on the ground that it was not pasted or cut and made the best bustle of any pa per published. "Why will girls marry their in. feriors?" as)ts Dr. Mary Walker Bless your dear, lonely, tough old heart, Mary, because they can't find their equals. It's marry men or nothing, you know. A little girl was asked by her mother on her return from church how she liked the preacher. "Didn't like him at all," was the reply. "Why?" "'Cause he preached till he made me sleepy, and then he hol lered so loud that he wouldn't let me go to sleep." "Here, boys, stop that fighting." "We ain't fighting, mister; we're playing politics." "What do you mean, then, by scratching each other and pulling hair and kicking each other's shins?" "Oh, you see, him an' me is one side an' we're lettin' the other boys see how much har mony there is in the party. We're Democrats." A man in the coal region put a little dynamite in t he cook-stove to remove clinkers. It removed them. It also removed three chairs, one table, the family cat, a twenty-four hour clock, four dollars' worth of dishes, and the stove. The fact that the man was likewise removed, in something of a hurry, will be apt to prevent his mode of removing »•linkers becoming popular. Sunday evening. Angelica had invited her "best young man" to the evening meal. Everything had passed off harmoniously until An gelica's seven-year-old brother broke the blissful silence by exclaiming : "Oh, ma ! yer olighter/ seen Mr. Lighted the other night, when he called to take Angie to tme drill ; lut looked so nice sitting \beside her with his arm—" 1 "Fred!" screamed the maiden, whose face began to ass unie the color of a well-done crab, quiokly placing her hand over his mouth. "You oughter seen, him," con tinued the persistent informant, after gaining his breath and the em barrassed girl's hand was removed ; "he hud his " "Freddie!" shouted his mother,as in her frantic attempts to reach the boy's auricular appendage, she upset the contents of the teapot in Mr. Lighted's lap, making numerous Russian war maps over his new lav ender pnntaloons. "I was just going to say," the half frightened boy pleaded, betwee a cry ami an injured whim, "he hud his arm-" "You hoy! away to the wood shed," thundered the father. The boy made for tin* nearest exit, excluiming as he waltzed, "I was going to say Mr. Lighted had his army clothes on, and I'll leave it to him if he didn't." The boy was permitted to return, and the remainder of the meal was spent in explanations from the fam ily in regard to the number of times he lmd been "talked to" for using his lingers for a ladle. It wi The Nation's Rum Bill. We spend as much for rum each the total wages of all the year workingmen of the country. We pay out $900,000,000 a year for rum and but $505,000.000 for all the bread stuffs that we consume in the same time. We spend for ruin nearly three times wlmt we spend for meat—the annual total for the latter item being about $803,000,000. The total value of the entire pro duct of all our iron and steel indus* tries per year is about $290,000.000 —not onc-third of r whiskey bill. We spend each year $23T,0()0,000 for all our woolen goods and cloth ing and $ 210 , 000,000 for those of cotton—a total of $447,000.000—not half of wlmt wc waste There ruin. ; plenty of people who public schools and consider the tax a bur den—yet they cost less than one eleventh of wlmt rum costs us—in round numliers,$85,000,000 per year. groan over the cost of Persistent independent political action will surely bring victory. The Appellations of Great Men. The father of his country—George Washington. The Sage of Monticello—Thomas Jefferson. Old Hickory—Andrew Jackson. Old Rough and Ready—Zachary Taylor. Mad Anthony—General Wayne. Expounder of the Constitution— Daniel Webster. Great Pacificator—Henry Clay. Unconditional Surrender Grant— Ulysses S. Grant. Little Mac—George B. McClcl i Ian. Old Man Eloquent—John Quincy Adams. Young Hickory—James K. Polk. Political Meteor—John Randolph. Poor Richard—Benjamin Frank lin. Onas—William Penn. Stonewall—Thomas J. Jackson. Rock of Ckieaiuauga — General Thomas. Honest Abe—Abraham Lincoln. Old Puc—Israel Putnam. Light Horse Harry—Henry Lee. Old Tecumseh—General W. T. Sherman. Bayard of the South—General Marion. Fighting Joe—General -Hooker. Uncle Robert— R. E. Lee. The Little Magician—Martin Van Buren. The Superb—Gen. Winlleld Scott Hancock. Father of the Constitution—Jas. Madison. Mntoax—King Philip. Great Indian Apostle—Eliot. Cincinnatus of the West—George Washington. Colossus of American Independ ence—John Adams. Mill Boy of the Slashes—Henry Clay. Pathfinder of the Rockies—John C. Fremont. Prince of American Letters — Washington Irving. The Rail Splitter—Abraham Lin coin. | I Sage of Chnppaqitu — Horace G reeley. Little Giant—S. A. Douglas. Father of Greenbacks—Salmon P. Chase. Teacher-President — James A. Garfield. Carolina Game Cock—General Sumter. Old Ossnwatomie—John Brown. Old Public Functionary—James Buchanan. Great American Commoner— Thnddeus Stevens. Hero of Gettysburg — General Meade. Sage of Gramercy Park—Samuel J. Tilden. The Silent Man—General Grant. ! NICK-NACKS Heavy snow storms are reported in the West. Fore t and swamp fires are raging all over New Jersey. The ovation to Blaine, in Pennsyl vania the past week, has been almost phenomenal. President Cleveland has declined to eoiue to Pennsylvania in aid of the Democratic campaign in that State. The loss by the Salisbury fire was at tirât largely overestimated ; it will not exceed $400,000, most of which falls the wealthier class. A sensation has been created in Ohio by the announcement that David .June, the largest manufacturer in the Tenth Congressional District, and a life-long Republican, would support Frank Ilurd a free-trade Democrat for Con gress. The time bus passed when there is any necessity for a hopper because he carries The calling of agriculture is consis tent with the highest intelligence, and the farmer boy lias more than an average chance to make of him self an »educated and influential man. being a clod a farm. ish, Mamie, on your way down town this morning you'd stop somewhere und order some fish for dinner." "What kind shall I get, " "Black bass, of course, "I nminina : child. Aren't we in mourning?" Always pronounced wrong, even by the best scholars—wrong. Cheerfulness is the weather of the heart. APRICAN AMERICANISMS. [This column will be devoted to the interest of the colored race, and is edited by a representative of that people.] Good Tidings day at Ezion M. E. Church was a grand success, $200 being realized. Don't fail to see the damask shades at their Rosin & Bros, already hung shade exhibitor. Bothel A. M. E. Church collected $000 last Sunday toward liquidating an indebtedness. Large and varied stock of the latest designs in wall paper and window shades at Rosin & Bros. 220 w 2nd st. M. E. Church realized $250 from the three stereoptican exhibi tions given recently by the Rev. II* A. Monroe. The Wilmington Jubilee Singers will give a concert at German Hall, on Thursday, November 4, for the benefit of Apollo Castle, No. 2, K. G. E. Ezi< The Wilmington Quartette, aged by Wright A Jones, gave a successful concert before large audience at Salem on Wednesday night, for the benefit of Mt. Hope Church. David Morris is prepared to do all kinds of bricklaying and plas tering ; cementing cellars a spec ialty. Orders may be left at Eighth and Tatnall.streets or at his home, No. 842 French streets. The financial secretary of the Bruce Association has received a nice letter from the lion. B. II. Brue, of Washington, congratula ting tin* association on what it has accomplished and bidding them God speed. The mass of women of our race have not awakened to of the responsibilities that devolve on them ; of the influence that they exert . They .have not realized the necessity lor erecting a standard of earnest, thoughtful, noble woman hood, rather than one of fashion, idleness and uselessness. true sense We hope that the Board of Edu cation will make arrangements so that all the applicants at the colored schools c btain seats. Teachers as well as parents should co-operate in an attempt to keep the minds of •s lit led with correct thoughts. Young . men _wJt o are at. - v - work during the day should take advantage of night school this win thi* little ter. Colored men ay become Sena •epresentatives, ministers, lawyers, iloetors, teachers and land lords in the South, but they lind it almost impossible in the North to become masons, carpenters, black smiths, or in fact, members of any purely mechanical calling, opposed, as they are, by powerful organiza tions that, hold a monopoly of these trades. Surely it is high time that •li vaunted justice of the North should help to remove un necessary obstacles from the path way of toil .—National Republican, Washington (Rep), tors, tin* ANTED ship carpenters by J. Vanainan & Bro., foot of Arch street, Camden, N. J. W THE DELAWARE FARM .7 AND .7 HOME lias already taken its plaee among the good agricultural papers of the coun try, and lieen highly commended by leailing progressive agriculturists of the United States. PUBLISHED AT $1.00 A YEAR. DOVER, DELAWARE.