[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
Because (and the brown eyon lowor fell) because,
Still memory to a grav-halred
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
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
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
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,
"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.
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.
Hang up the bre
use and s»?e how
when not in
i^h longer it will
Have a damper in your kitchen
stovepipe ; it will save one-third of
Fish may be scaled much easier by
first dipping them in hot water fora
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
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 weekly paper conducted entirely
by women is published at Indianapo
lis by the Women's Christian Tem
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
"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
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
"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
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
"I was just going to say," the
half frightened boy pleaded, betwee
a cry ami an injured whim, "he hud
"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.
The Nation's Rum Bill.
We spend as much for rum each
the total wages of all the
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
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
; plenty of people who
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
The Sage of Monticello—Thomas
Old Hickory—Andrew Jackson.
Old Rough and Ready—Zachary
Mad Anthony—General Wayne.
Expounder of the Constitution—
Great Pacificator—Henry Clay.
Unconditional Surrender Grant—
Ulysses S. Grant.
Little Mac—George B. McClcl
Old Man Eloquent—John Quincy
Young Hickory—James K. Polk.
Political Meteor—John Randolph.
Poor Richard—Benjamin Frank
Stonewall—Thomas J. Jackson.
Rock of Ckieaiuauga — General
Honest Abe—Abraham Lincoln.
Old Puc—Israel Putnam.
Light Horse Harry—Henry Lee.
Old Tecumseh—General W. T.
Bayard of the South—General
Fighting Joe—General -Hooker.
Uncle Robert— R. E. Lee.
The Little Magician—Martin Van
The Superb—Gen. Winlleld Scott
Father of the Constitution—Jas.
Great Indian Apostle—Eliot.
Cincinnatus of the West—George
Colossus of American Independ
Mill Boy of the Slashes—Henry
Pathfinder of the Rockies—John
Prince of American Letters —
The Rail Splitter—Abraham Lin
Sage of Chnppaqitu — Horace
Little Giant—S. A. Douglas.
Father of Greenbacks—Salmon P.
Teacher-President — James A.
Carolina Game Cock—General
Old Ossnwatomie—John Brown.
Old Public Functionary—James
Great American Commoner—
Hero of Gettysburg — General
Sage of Gramercy Park—Samuel
The Silent Man—General Grant.
Heavy snow storms are reported in
Fore t and swamp fires are raging all
over New Jersey.
The ovation to Blaine, in Pennsyl
vania the past week, has been almost
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
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
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,
child. Aren't we in mourning?"
Always pronounced wrong, even
by the best scholars—wrong.
Cheerfulness is the weather of the
[This column will be devoted to
the interest of the colored race, and
is edited by a representative of that
Good Tidings day at Ezion M. E.
Church was a grand success, $200
Don't fail to see the damask shades at
Rosin & Bros, already hung
Bothel A. M. E. Church collected
$000 last Sunday toward liquidating
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*
The Wilmington Jubilee Singers
will give a concert at German Hall,
on Thursday, November 4, for the
benefit of Apollo Castle, No. 2, K.
The Wilmington Quartette,
aged by Wright A Jones, gave a
successful concert before
audience at Salem on Wednesday
night, for the benefit of Mt. Hope
David Morris is
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
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.
We hope that the Board of Edu
cation will make arrangements so
that all the applicants at the colored
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
ay become Sena
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,
ANTED ship carpenters by J.
Vanainan & Bro., foot of Arch
street, Camden, N. J.
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.
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