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Oh, violets fair, and pansies bright with blop! Thy lovely faces take from earth its gloom; . j Thy fragrance fills the air with odors sweet, Reminding me of Spring, whose fairy Will soon be hastening oVer hill and dell. Waking the frozen earth from Winter's s|»ell. Fair flowers, bright harbingers of sun ny Spring, Its wealth of bloom, its birds that sweetly sing The whole day long, flooding with mel ody The earth; all this dear flowers, ye bring to me. Thy subtle fragrance permeates my soul, Which rladly yields itself to thy con trol ; And 'neath thy spell I lose all thoughts of care. Fair flowers! God's preachers are ye everywhere. Grandmother's Money. "Bless and save us, mother, what be ye doin'?''demanded farmer Mar tin iu great amazement, as he came in at the kitchen door for a jug of mollisses and water. "I'm a cleanin' house," said Mrs. Martin. • If Mrs. Hosea Martin had been going to a masquerade party she could scarcely have disguised herself more systematically. Her head was tied up in a roller-towel, whoso ends esesping behind, "streamed like a meteor to the troubled air," her port ly figure was encased in a coarse working apron, her skirts were pinned up and her sleeves rolled high above the elbow. "Didn't know ye cakelated to com mence to-day,' said the farmer. "Well, I didn't exactly," owned the w fe. "But the minute your y awi nii w r . TW , r .lf J.«aJigajn i nd that have the horse and Wftfetm-g pd g o over to Deacon Trudge's widow's to spend the day, 1 made up my mind to begin house cleanin'. You see, Hosea, you know yourself, that Mother Martin is a pleasant old lady, and I set a deal of store by her, but she can't bear to have nothing dis turbed, and them files of old papers up garret, and heaps of rusty tins -- and old bottles down cellar, and the broken crockery back of the pantry door that she always says she's goiu' » .ha gfcta.ürog,» utLUie barrels of rags in the storeroom she's going to sort over iu a minute of leisure—" "What be ye goin' to do with them?" asked Farmer Martin, as his wile paused to draw a long, despair* ing breath. "They're gone," said Mrs. Martin, with a roguish twinkle in her eye. "Gone wheie?" "Matilda sold the rags to a rag man before grandma's wagon was out of sight," said the enterprising matron. " The papers Elder Bolcy gave me $5 lor, because they dated clear back to President Zacji. Tay lor's times, an' he said the} 'd be a curiosity for the young men's read ing room. Much of curiosity, in deed 1 And the crockery and the old tin cans and the bottles as ain't good for nothin' under creation, I give Bill. Betts a quarter to take ' down to the old well by the stoue fence and fling 'em all in." "Wlintl" cried Mr. Martin. "Fil lin' up my old well, eh ? Where be I a goin' to water the cattle d'ye s'pose ?" "It ain't but a little further to the brook," 6aid Mrs. Martin, who was one of those bustling authoritative females, who are a law unto them selves. "And that well ain't sale. Never was, since the curb rotted away !" "Many a gourd-shell of pure cold water I've drunk there when the old ^—iibuse stood close by under the but ternut tree," said the farmer, with a sigh. "Afore we pullod it down and built; the ne.w one." "Well, ye won't never drink no more,'' said Mrs. Martin. "Tue water's most all run out since we dug the pew well down here, and I've had the children carrying cobble stones there all the Spring at 4 pen ny a hundred, to get the huckleberry pasture cleared out a little. And the old truck has gone a top of it—and a good riddanue to two bad things at once, says 11" Mr. Martin groaned. "Well, mother," said he, "you al ways did have your own w$y, and you always will I s'pose. But what bothers me is—what will grandmoth er say ?" "1 don't s'pose she'll be pleased, said Mrs. Martin, stirring vig ly at a pail of whitewash. "B she'd orous ut its done, and it can't be undone, and, ^ alter all, what is the use of turning one's house into a magpie's nest?" The farmer filled up bis jug and retreated to the remotest fastness of the timothy meadow, resolved to be as far as possible out of the way j. when ttye old lady came home. Hetty likes her own way," said "and *0 does mothet, and when flint and steel come together there's most generally fire." But poor Mother Martin earae home in quite a different fashion from what they expected. Struck dowp with apoplexy at tbe neighbors house, she was carried back across her own threshold—dead. And Mr*. Martin, who, in spite of her peculiarities, was fond of her mother-in-law, wept real tears of gen uine grief, and audibly rejoiced that grandma had never known about selling of the old papers and the fill-* ing up of the ancient well. So Mrs. Martin, senior, was dead end buried in the old cemetery by the mountain side. "Strange, ain't it?" said Mrs. Dea con Trudge. "Everyone s'posed old Mrs. Martin had money in the bank, there ain't a sign of it to be he, and found ! "All foojedaway in them deceivin' shares that her son Josiah was ru ined with," said Mrs. Grundy. "Un beknown to Hoses and his wife. That's the way it's gone, you may de|>end." But Mr. and Mrs. Hosea Martin could not believe that grandma could so far have lost her senses as to frit ter solid money away like that. "As sure as you live, Hosea," said his wife, "She's put it away some where l In a stocking or a bag or up the chimbly, or under the bricks of the old kitchen hearth, and it must be found, for Matilda's sake ! Grand ma always said Matty was to have her mony, and now that she's en gaged to Rufus Burton, and all—" "It's my private opinion, Hetty," said the farmer, shaking his head in a. sort of discouraging way, "that you sold that money, done up in the rag bags!" "Nonsense!" said Mrs- Martin, growing pale. It might have been in the files of newspapers, laid flat find stitched down. I've heard tell o'such things ! And to speak the truth, Hosea, I've been to the El der's and looked over every identi cal one of them papers. By good luck the package hadn't been untied. But there wasn t nothin' there but printers ink. But the rags—oh, IIo , I wouldn't know the man with the string of bells $nd the rag wagon from Job! And where he went and where he came from, the good Lord onty"imr»w's1 M ..—- -• "I reckon yon'll find that honse cleaning came pretty expensive, - * said Mr Martin, dryly. All search proved unavailing. Nothing could be discoverd of graud ma's money,, no scrap of paper to afford a clew, no hidden hoard, not even a word of allusion to it, in the old lady's neatly kept memorandum book. And to Matilda's exquisite mortification, Rufus Burton, after a decent period ef time had elhpsed, delicately gave her to understand that he did not feel able to marry at present, and that, sooner than land her by the trammels of a long en, gagement, he considered it better to release her from her troth I J "Just as you please," said Malty Marlin, with true New England spirit. And all the tears she shed were wept in secret, to the great dis appointment of the neighborhood, who were looking out with some in terest tosee if Matilda Martin would pine any, now that Rufus Burton had mittened her. But she didn't. Instead of that she married Alva Dean, who had always loved her from a child. "I ain't college-learned like Rufe Burton," said he; "but I love you, Matty, and I'll be a good and true husbnnd to you, see if I ain't." And the newly wedded couple came to live with the Martifls at the old homestead, for Hosea was get ting old and rheumatic, and Mrs. Martin could not bear the idea of parting from her only daughter. Time creapt by, Hosea Martin and his wife grew to be white haired old people, and Alva Dean had prospered " the farm, and built a new barn up on the hill, when one day he said to his cherry-cheeked wife. Didn't there used to be an 0I4I well up somewhere near the big butter nut tree, Matty, at the south side of the barn?" "Of course,''nodded Matty. "But the curb rotted away, and mother thought it unsafe. So after tbe new well by the house was dug, they tilled it up." "I've a notion to open it again," said Alva. "The water would be dreadful handy, now that we keep all the cattle there." "But," said Matty, "I seem to recollect that it run dry after the new one was dug.", "I guess wo can strike water if we go deep enongh," said Alva. "Anyhow I mean to try." The old well was reopened—al though Alva Dean remarked with a groan, that all the old trash in crea tion seemed to have away there. "Bottles," said he, "an<r broken nosed pitchers, and tin ck rusted away, and cobble st 4 goodness knows what all. P to set up a junk shop with..*' "Ah," said Matty, with fa smile, "mother filled it up the saitae spring that she sold grandmothers money to the rag peddler that never came around again, at a cent and a half a pound." "No use cryin" over spilt milk, my girl," said Alva, bravely. "But I'm not crying,"'paid Ma tilda; "I'm laughing. Don't you see ?" J list then in came Bess, tno young est, golden-haired darling flock. "Oh, mamma," she cricdl "look at the lovely old cracked along jug that came out of the old well. Mayn't me and Fanny have it to Jpx liquor ice water and strawberryvTfm 3 \ in 1 Look ! The cork is sticking tighi in it y at." m poked s, half as, apd Inough of the "But it's cracked down the si^ie, dear," remonstrated Mrs. D»«n. ! "But we can putty it, maiiuna,lilte Mrs. Butcher's best china bowl. Please, mamma, may we ?": urged the mite. Mrs. Dean took it up and looked curiously at it—an old, high shoul dered jug of drab, with a sprawlhy pattern of blue dashed down tlE side. "I remember it well," said she. "It used to stand behind Grandma Martin's buttery, shelf. I used to fanöy the pattern crab. And we-" "Oh, mamma ! ' cried Bess, with a shriek. "Oh, mamma !" For the handle had slipped through Mrs. Dean's fingers, and the jug fell with a crash to the ground. But the" stoneware .was strong, and it separated in two places j fol lowing the line of the çnték. "It's stuffed full of funny bits of brown paper," cried Bess. Mrs. Dean gave a little scream, ami grew verv pale. "Grandmother's money l"she cried. "As true a9 you live and breathe, mother," to Mrs. Martin, who had come limping in upon her crutch, "It's grandmother's money, put there ten good years ago l" - It was true. The stone jug, lying almost at the top of the debris, had J ept Us treasur e'dry aiid 'ntVr* and here, ten years after the old lady was dead and entombed, her secret hoard—alwa\s intended for Matilda —bad come tb light. A thousand dollars is not a great sum, perhaps, but wealth to these primitive people. And Rufus Bur ton, who had married a pretty shrew and just failed in the grocery business, groaned over "what might have been," and Alva Dean kissed his wife, and blessed God in his heart, and Farmer Martin chuckled at his ancient help-meet, and re marked with something of his old waggishness : "That house cleanin' of yours like to cost ye a thousand dollars, Het ty l" _ like a blue VVliile Matilda said, softly : "Heaven bless the dear old grand mother j" Wise Recommendations. ny EX-GOVERNOH ALGEK. To the Michigan Legislature. Another great problem that must be solved in the near future is the one of immigration. Two years ago I recommended the continuance of the Commissionership of Immigra tion, but the Legislature saw til to abolish the office, ai.d I am now satis lied that they were much wiser than I. An examination ot the records of our as>lumns, prisons, poor houses, and jails, will startle you when you find the great per Cent, of inmates that are foreign bom Bad people of all classes and conditions, criminals, paupers, partially insane, cripples,aged and in firm, are dumped upon our shores, having been sent from foreign countries here because it is much cheaper to pay steerage fare for them across the waters than to keep them, and they bring up in our jails, prisons, poor houses, and asjlumns, and are supported by the taxpayers of our state. While I believe it is for the best interests of this country to invite people, no matter how large the numbers, to come here from foreign lands, pro vided they are healthful in bod}* and in mind, capable of earning a living and of making good citizens during time of peace, and who would be willing in time of war, should that ever come, to take up arms to defend this country, yet I would forever ex clude the class referred to, am) would not allow a person to immigrate to this countr-y who cannot present a certificate as to soundness mind and character. As I fore, this land of ours should'not be a dumping ground for these paupers, body, id be nor should disturbers of the peace, such as nihilists and anarchists from other countries, be toleralad here. These are the disturbing elements and an element that is strength in our midst, that a joint resolution be adopted asking our congressmen to urge that laws be enacted carrying out these views. Another matter should receive your attention. There is, you well know, on the western shores of this great country a horde of Chinese pagans. They come from a country where the whole population of the United States in numbers could be taken from and scarcely missed. Their immigration to this country should be forever stopped. Th y are not fit subjects to twjme citi zens, they have bo interest in this government; they send all their earn ings buck to their native land, and when they have accumulated a small sum they return there, only to send out, to take their places, hordes of similar people. They disgrace labor; they will work for wages—and lay up the greater portion of their ings-—that will not support a white man. They are a "upas tree" to the growth of the country. 1 recom mend that you urge upon our mem bers of Congress the necessity of the ensetraent of a law that shall for ever forbid another one of that race from landing in this country. We have no use for them, and the soon. >er stringent laws are passed prohi biting them from coining here, the better it. will be for the country. \The Mormon question ought to be settled at once. Polygamy should be ' strangled now, and I hope j*ou will- urge our members of Congress to take immediate steps to consum mate this inuoh desired object. It is a blot upon our flag and a disgrace to the nation. Ross has just received a lot of latest stylo hats, underwear, white shirts, neckwear, hosiery, etc, at 116 Market street, at the very lowest cash prices. Call and growing . 1 commend in them. J°B PRINTING. Business m Having purchased a complete outfit of Job Type I now prepared to do Job Work Of Every Description. Billheads, Statements, Note heads, Letterheads, Memorandum Blanks, Order Blanks, Notices, Receipts, Paper Books, Cards, Checks, Circu'ars, Envelope*, Labels, Blotters, Tablets. 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