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rkansas Ladies Journal.
RS SgIM, > Associate Writers.
ies in business enterprises, can find with this journal special
of advertising.
ertisements or subscriptions, and matter intended for the col
of our paper, we desire addressed
ver sea comes the welcome cablegram
Gen. Gordon still lives and holds his own
jite of hostile tribes and adverse circum
ces. There is a moral heroism about this
I that the world is better for. Staunch,
and brave. Such men, when the occa-
I and the hour arrives, adorn a country’s
cry by their name.
len. S. P. Hughes, Democratic candidate
Governor, delivered his first speech at a
e gathering at Des Arc, Ark.
|this speech Gen. Hughes says: “While
true that men demand the right to con
and hold the reins, women always show
“ w h' c h way to go.” This statement 'is
btless correct, but it places an immense
onsibility upon the women of the land.
HE kind patronage and encouragement our
XAL is receiving from friends through
from advertisers and from business
* n the city, deserves not only special
' tlOn ’ but also our grateful thanks. We
honorable pride in our paper, and
P to carry it on, so we will enlarge
° URNAL as w e are prospered, keeping its
as excellent, and its tone as true, as
Manliness and upright standard of our
J BO well deserves. Thus we trust we
P rmitted to say that our present as
P ent and individual journal is as
ltlng n ° W the Arkansas Gazette
th e f a tnpany ’ We are looking our future
ies are c ' W ' tb ° Ut doubt or dread; our
rkin R well and lndustrious > and are
5 We “ for their enterprise.
And now in Portsmouth, N. H., the citi
zens are welcoming Lieut. Greely and his
men. Glad ovations are offered on every
side, although even now Greely, the “hero,”
can hardly revive his half famished body to
life’s new awakening. Had a few hours more
elapsed, as they paused amid the glaciers, and
Greely and his men, with rigid bodies, would
have been found side by side with their com
rades, stiff in death. The persevering crews
of the “ Thetis ” and “ Bear ” and the “ Alert ”
would then have returned with a direful tale.
But inscrutable Providence, as some term
God’s loving will, had preserved a few men
amid the brave exploring party, and Greely
and his brave comrades live to benefit science
by the exceptional experience of their lives.
Yet as Mrs. Greely and the little daughters
meet the revived father, do we not think of
the one faithful, untiring woman —the noble
Lady Franklin—who watched and waited
with tender hopefulness for the heroic ex
plorer who never came back to life ? Though
her eyes grew dim, though her hair whitened,
never did this true woman cease to hope—to
hope that from somewhere, perhaps from the
far open sea that scientists believe in, perhaps
from beyond the barrier of glaciers, aged and
sea-worn, her “ hero ” might yet come back
to her. Yet never, never did he return; the
true waiting heart stilled at length in death,
and the loving eyes did not on earth behold
their “hero.” Yet how loyal is humanity to
true and tried souls. In every land, brave men
have remembered this woman; and far out,
facing the terrible ice and the freezing grasp
of the Arctic Ocean, is the upheaval of land
which explorers ever reach gladly; and this
little spot, Lady Franklin’s Island, they have
named for the true wife who was “ faithful
unto death.”
So, can we wonder, that amid the ovation
to Lieut. Greely, the women of the land
think with gentle sympathy of the two wives,
one who greets her invalid husband, alive,
alive! returning from the merciless region of
frost and death; the other, who at length
clasped her hands and died, hope and
strength failing through the long stretch of
remorseless time?
From the West Shore trains at Haver
straw can be seen the little stone house
where Andre and Arnold met to arrange the
surrender of West Point.
Died, in St. Louis, at the residence of his
daughter, Mrs. Julia Blow, 3000 Chestnut
and Garrison Avenue, Dr. Ashbel Wheeler
Deceased was born in Litchfield county,
Conn., and was a son of Col. Nathaif Web
ster, a soldier of the war of 1812. By the
influence of a devout and pious mother, he
professed religion at the age of 17, and be
came a member of the Presbyterian church,
in which communion he continued in earnest
faith and uprightness until his death, at the
age of 78.
In New York, Dr. Webster met Miss
Julia Strong, of St. Augustine, Florida, a
daughter of Hon. John B. Strong, Judge of
the United States Court for Florida, Georgia
and Alabama. He married this lady and
removed to Missouri, where they settled in
St. Louis county. In this county, where in
years gone by he had an extensive practice
of medicine, Dr. Webster was, known for his
charity, his kindly sympathies, and for his
probity of character. Here, in long years
gone by, he founded the church that is now
known as the “Carondelet Presbyterian
Church,” and here he reared his four
daughters—Mrs. Edwin Curd, of Fulton,
Mo., Mrs. Robert Dobyns, of Jackson, Miss.,
Mrs. Julia Blow, of St. Louis, and Mrs.
Mary Loughborough, of Little Rock. The
father was anxious always for his daughters’
cultivation. He urged them to study, by
his cheering words and commendation, he
counseled them, making them always his
beloved companions. In a ripe old age he
has passed away—passed to the God whom
nearly the whole of a long life he so desired
to please, not by any great service, but by a
daily, steadfast, loving remembrance. To
one of his daughters he said: “ Think of
me as having only passed over the river to
the happy country where I so long to go.”
Once Christ said to his disciples: “Because
thou hast seen me thou hast believed; blessed
are they that have not seen, yet have
A young Berlin student the other day
paraded about one of the most frequented
streets of Berlin in a lady s white petticoat
and a red-feather hat, with a sunshade held
gracefully aloft. The young man had made
a wager to walk from his residence to a
favorite student s haunt in the center of the
town adorned with the above costume. His
courage did not meet with due reward, for
long before his goal was reached he had to
seek refuge from the crowd in the nearest
house, whence, without the unwonted garb,
he emerged after the crowd had been dis
persed by the police.
No. 6.

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