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PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY
IIY
THEO. . FISIII3JF,.
-jf.Ol) A YEAH IN ADVANCE
COIMF.S 1'IVH LKV'I'H,
j.c.aooDntcii. w. w. biiikhead
GOODRICH A III ItK IIUAI;
DENTISTS,
Troy, - - MiMsouri
DIl. nlUKHEAD will he in the nHlee nil tho
time. Dr. UOODIIIOII Jilll only bo here
from lime to time, due notice of which will be
given. Qua Far the PAINLESS cxtrictlnn of
teeth admlmstcred At alt times by Dt. Illrkboad.
August SI, 1871 vCnlCj l
G. T. DUNN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
New Hope, - - Missouri.'
VIII practice In tho Court nf the Nineteenth
Judical Circuit, (special attontlon given to col
lectlng. , v7nldti0p
Ri C. MAGRVDER,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Cap-au-Sris, - itiisHOuri
Will practlco in tho Courts of tho Nlnotccnih
Judicial District. v7nS
W. C. McPARLAND,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Troy,
IVlissoiiri.
Will practice In the Courts of the nineteenth
Judloial Circuit, aud will give special attention
to coilectlnns. OBI )e Front room over J. H.
Knox's Bank. v7nl6
CH AS. MARTIN, Jr.,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Troy, - - Missouri.
Will practice In all the Courts of the Nine
teenth Judicial Circuit. Special attention given
to tho collection of debts. v6n3'J
A. V. McKEE. E. N. BONFILS.
McKKE A: BORFllaS,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Troy, - - Missouri.
Will practice in tho various Courts of this nnd
adjoining counties. Special attention given to
collections nnd matter relating to real estate.
ps)' OHici', northeast corner Main and Cherry
streets, j us t below I.aclcdo Hotel. n30v7
J. B. ALLEN". W. T. BAKER.
ALL. EN & BAKER,
Atltirnc.is al-l.aw, Agrnts Slate and
riiocnix Insurance Companies.
ami Real Estate Agents,
TRO V, MISSOURI.
JOSEPH B. ALLEN, Notary Public.
apt25--72nl7
B. W. WHEELER
Attorney at Law ami Notary Public,
i:u HOPE, MO.
Will attend to any prnfo'sinnal business In the
Courts of Lincoln, Warren, Pike nnd Montgom
ery counties. sep"'7ln;il)yl
1VM FRAZIEIl. a- W. COLBERT
FllAZIKR & COLIIUKT.
Attorneys at Law k Real Estate Ag'ts,
TItOV, MISSOURI.
Will practice in nil the courts of the Nineteenth
.JuiliciHlOlrcu.lt. Special nttontion given i col
lections and to the sale and purchaso and leasing
of real esta'o. Abstracts of titles, warranty
deeds, deeds of trust and mortgages made out
on short notice. Large number of valuable
farms for sale at low prices. 'C4r Offico on Main
street in Itansdell'a building, up stairs. v"nl4
WALTON &, CREECH,
Attorneys at Law & Real Estate Ag'ts,
TROV, MO.
Will practice In all the Unurts of tho Nineteenth
Judicial Circuit, and the Supreme Court of tho
State. All business entrusted to their care will be
promptly attended to.
Office over Dr. S. T. East's Drag stoie, Offico
hours from 9 a m. to 4 p. in.
volSn2
LACLEDE HOTEL,
THOY, MO.
TnOBNMLL & Bl'SWELL, Propr's.
THIS is t first-clais hotel, furnished in good
tyle and its table supplied with the best the
market atTords. Strangers stopping in Troy will
And here all the comforts of homo.
The BAR I. stocked wl'h strictly prime Li
quors, tuoh as Brandies, Whiskies. Wines, Ale,
uin, etc.) alio the finest brands of Cigars,
arr2Jnl7
LUMBER.
LARGE SUPPLY OP LUMBER AT
Chain of Mocks, Lincoln Co.
Weatherbcardlng, Sheeting, Door nnd Window
Frames, Hash, and liuiMIng Material
generally, Address
W. E. BROWN,
Junlvm"n25 Chaiii of Rock, Mo.
JEHU SVLVESTER,
MIOIESAIE AND JIETAIl DEALER
is
Watches, Diamonds
FRENCH CLOCK,
Watch Materials and Tools.
Watchtt and Jewelry Repaired.
N. 11 RORTII roiIflTH STREET
'Between Olive and Pint, Streets)
ST. laOXJlS. JvlO,
Uyt. 187?. "
LINCOLN COUNTY HERALD.
VOL, 7.
UKR TWO HANDS. ,,
Old Caspar earns homo about sunset.
His pick was on hit shoulder; so was
his old wool hut, for ho thrust it far buck
from his wrinkled front. Caspar hud a
bend, as if he had been half persuaded
these many years to go on hinds and
knees again. So heavily time Pat on his
buck, and so close to thu earth did his
daily labor draw him.
Ho was a good naturcd, trolling old
fellow, working his mouth eagerly and
straining his bleared eyes, us he ap
prouched tho town's draggled s'lirts, lor
very thinking of his folks his old wo
man and his little gal.
There were rows uf dismal frame huts
all around, built by railroad companies
for tho jjurposo of penning as many of
their employes' I a mil iuf at a time as pos
siblo. Thoy reposed, grimy and burn
like, equalled on that sandy foundation
which Scripture condemns, swarming
with legions of tallow-headed children.
Women, sharp at the elbows and sharper
at the face, were raiding clouds of pork
sraoko from their respective kitchen
altars. In fact, the whole neighborhood
reekelwitb the smell of greaso, and the
evening was so warm a Laplander might
have" resented it. But Caspar's nose was
not delieute. He trotted over the cinder
sidewalk, nodding this way and that, glad
there was such a Gne atr, aud that hts old
hones ware so near homo.
'Thar's the little gal, as usual." he
chuckled, as he turned a corner and
found Madgie on the lookout ut I he cute
She was a comforting sight to see in that
neighborhood, to tidy and fair in calico
and braids, and the pink flash-color of
youth. You winder why she hadn't
boen set farther up town, and draped in
ometbing costly ; why her duft lingers
havo never learned there were ten koys to
unlock a soul which slumbers iu rose
wood, and which rises at a touch, like
some. blessed genii, to comfort nil ills aud
fill all thoughts; you wondered wuv
some high bred father was not coming
norae to her now. Hut tlu'u this o'.d
man would havo found it so hard to do
without her. Then, to, Madge might
neer in all her life have struck the royal
heart which was now in her hands, which
she held her bank against all the future,
and tho interest of which was the only
tncomo sue wanted.
"Thero you arc, grandpa I" cried
Madge.
"Yes, and thcro you aro, Madgie I
And hero wo both ere, Madgib!" enter
iug tho opeu gate and casting down his
pick.
lie put bis bands on each side of her
head and gavo her a sounding smack on
the cheek.
"Supper's ready."
"Yes, yes. Jist wait till I git a little
of the smut off my hands and neck. It's
ben a powerful lict, dusty day.
Caspar trotted thiouL'h the little barn
allotted to him, hailed his old wife, who
sat ready to pour his tea, and after blow
ing and piunging through a deal of water,
returned to his family with biugiur
countenance and a handful of onions.
"I jist pulled these up fur a relish.
Thcy'ro cooling, ingens is. You 'tended
that ingen bed, didn''. you, Madgie?"
'Jranduia and I."
"And wo wutiiod some of them indent
for market," said the old wife, eyeing the
sacrifice soverely. "We ain't got uo
gruund to throw away raisin' luxurius
fur ourselves."
"Well, well, mother," plcadod Caspar,
dipping his fragrant sphere in salt, "1
don't calk'ialo to pull 'em all, I jist
wanted sometbin refreshin after a hurd
day. Tuste 'em, Mudgie," insinuating
the emerald tops toward her.
"Oh I no, grandpa, keep 'em yourself,"
shaking her bead and smiling.
"I feel," rambled Caspar, filling his
senses and his jaw wi'b perfumed roots
until a b'md man would havo pronounced
bim a Mexican, if his nose had set judg
ment over Casper, "I r'ally feo I as if I
needed something refreshin', workin'
hard day after day fornothin', you might
say. Sort of seein' your work go to
pieces under your eyes, and knowiu' the
danger to them on tho road "
"What do you mean, grandpa 7 cried
Madge, turning white as bar bread and
butler.
1 Why, honey, you see we've pieked
and picked in that nut, and the silt's as
uualiddy as water. Tho stones and earth
jist roll on the track contineral. The
company erto do sometbin to that cut
Stonss big as you jarred down every
train. But theu the road's new, the
road's nnw yet."
"Men ain't got no sense," broke out
the old wife. "Don't you see you're
skeerin' the child to death for fear Char
ley'll git smashed up. Ho runs on that
road."
Two blades of keen remorse leaped
from Caspar's bleared eyes.
'Now, don't you be steered, honey
Take an ingen, honoy."
He reached over to pet her fingers.
"Charley didn't pass to day whon the
dirt was raltlin'down so. He don't pass
till half after eight this ovenin' and we
left the track as elsan as this table. Yes,
sir, them rails is as free nnd bright as
new tin pans. So don't you be skeered,
honey,
"I'm oot scared about anything
grandpa," saii Madge tremulously, but
smiling like a rainbow.
"Tberej now, mnthor," oried Caspar
triumphantly, returning to his onions,
'you've corns down nn me for nothiu'
She ain't skeered a bit "
No, not a bit. She flew about the
now like hire), washed the earliien
afe. fcrouglit tier gtanAfalhes his pipe,
and dionMil at fci (eat to iill Turn fnmo
TROY, MO., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16, 1872-
wrapped himself in such a cloud that she
could hardly seo the clock.
.Madge slipped out to the gato. Sho
was olten thero looking up the road. I
Tim -i.i k.i. ... :n.:.t.. .I.!..!.:.. I
. ..s. .,w U IV. pcupiV ..V MI3IUU tlllUhlUg
uf the days when they wore young
oho was restless, and flitted over the
cinder sidewalk, following a tiiiiutict
wh eh would havo drawn her from tho
center of tho earth. To tho road of
course. How often had she watched tho
ruilr. converging horiznotally until they
sharpened themselves to a needle pnintl
I lie railroad hud a fascination for Madgu
When a baby, olio used to follow her
grandfather to his work, and hide among
bushos to sec the big freights lumbering
by, and fcco tho express trains h hn ling
into town liko screaming land demons
.She had heard uf (he sou, and the spell it
li ail upon sailors, but she saw the rail
road and felt the spell, which nobody
seemed to remark, that.it cast over inland
laborers, oho saw her boy playmates
sucked up tho "tho road ;" heard her
grandfather tell of liairbradth escapes
from collisions, of cool courage iy the
men whu placed thcmelves between the
people lliev carried nnd most horrible
deaih. She had learned the power and
mission ol "the road. In short, she was
as loyal a daughter uf the rail as any
.Maine skippers child is of tho sea
Madge had affinity for an engine, To
this day, her throat swelled, and hor eye
kindled, when the groat iron animal
swept past ber Cbarluy drove an cngino,
and his engine was, inherHycs, fitting
exponent of the strength nnd beauty of
Ins manhood, such was the romance of
her dry little life. Everybody must
have his enthusiasm. She had been in
the town's groat depot at night, arrived
from a holiday trip, aud had laughed
aloud to sco some busy engine hurrying
up and down, picking up freights like n
hen gathering her chickens; nnw breath
ing loud enough to deafen a multitude.
now concentrating his strength and pant
ing slowly aw iy at thu head of its chargo
Shu had waked from bleep to hoar them
calling each other through the darkness,
and translated to herself what they said
It was a proper thing for Madge to be
an cngtnect's wife. She thuught it a
Gltitig thing to be Churlcy's wile under
any circumstances, I assure you. There
wis now only a littlo strip of time between
Madgo and Lhuney. Mio looked over
that little strip and saw just how it would
le. Ibey were tu have a cottage on a
clean sliest; her graud parents, if llicy
became inhrm, were to have a home with
her; "and these two little hands," said
Charley, "will muko mo thu dcatsst net ;
I'll be so glad to run into it ut night I"
Madge's pink face tool: on roo as the
thought of all these things, looking up
aud down the cut to xcc if the truck wan
clear, as her graudfuihe- had said It
wa clear. Sho felt relieved and foolish
ulout coming out I lie i u through tin
twilight tofpy for Chatloy's wellare.at.d
much inclined to hide from the smoke
rising far off. liut llieto unstable randy
walls towering over the way? Midgu
watched them joalou-ly. Just as the
thunder of the ttain could be heard, her
heart stood still to too them dissolve,
liko pillars ground down by tome mali
cious Sampson, and piled upon the track
till nothing could be recti lor yards but
one long hill of earth and stones!
Now. little Madgo, if thero is heroism
in you, it must meet and lasso that iron
beast whirling a hundred people ui.on
death I A hundred I The whole world
was in the engine-bouse, driving down
first upon that fate! He wouldn't try to
aiva himself when be came, upon the
life trap, one saw bow be would set his
lips, bend nervn and brain to the emer
gency ; sho saw how car would rush inlu
oar, the wreck lie over a burbing engine,
Charity be ground and charred under
thorn all I
O sublimely selfish woman I She flew
over the truck liko u thing of wings. Ii
was life and Charley, er death with
Charley I Tha headlight flashed up
through dusk. There were matches in
her pocket ; she scraped thorn on a rail
and tore off her apron. Uh I they
wouldn't ignite, and the colton would
but smolder. It is rolling down on Inr
as swift as air. Bless tho loom which
made that outtun apron I She tossod it
blinding and blazing above her head,
walking slowly backward. The red eyed
fury roared dowm at ber. but you can't
terrify woman when her mind is made
up, It should run over her before it
should reach (he sand heap.
Sho was seen. The engino rent tho
evtning with its yells ; the brakes were
on her lasso had caught it it could
now be stopped it time. She darted aside
hut the curreut was too strong for her
Sbs was dizzy ; fell, and clutched in the
wrong direction, l'oor; poor little
fingers I
Now the ponpla pour out; they run
luro there. Women are cry ing perhaps
bt cause they weren't hurt. The engineer
durts along like a madman look ng under
tho train. There, a dozen feet before
the engine rises the sand bill. Kvory
body wunts to know bow they were
stopped lie'ore they lounded the curve.
'Hero sho is I" shouted Charley, strid
ing up with a limp bundle like a king
who bud eacraficod to tho good of tho
state. "She showed the signal I and
stood up to it until I saw her until we
almost run her down I There's half the
Gngers cut ofF her loft huud I There
what do you think of that, now, for the
woman that saved you all I" holding up
the mutilated stump.
"God bless it I" prayod au old gentle
man, tuking off his hat
"Aen I" roared the ornwd Willi
ono breath they raised three shouts,
which shook the sand hill until thuy
,Me'slo tftadsMsMlc He4 .
Charley standing above their enthusiasm
wiih the 'ainting child in his aim', like
a regent holding some royal infant..
"Let mo see her 1" sobbed Grst one
woman, then another. So Charley sat
down and let them crowd round with ice
water cologne, and linen for bandages
He oven gavo the men a glimpse uf her
waxy luce, just unfolding to conscious
ness Like all western people, they
wauled to pour out their hearts in "u
pusri ," Madge hid her faeo on Charlc)'.
blouso, and "would none of it."
lie carried her homo at the head uf
procession, which stopped befote her
grandfather's hut, and clieoied her")ast
appearance." So do people froth up in
gratitude
An hour aficr, when tho neighbors
were dispersed, and Caspar stood cmi
vinced that "an ingen" might not bo the
best braes for Madge's nerves, when her
hand was dressed, and her grandmother
was quavering a palm in the vurner.
Madge turned such a li'ok on Chat ley us
even that stout hearted I'cIIoa could not
stuml Ho leuned close to her. nnd not
having yet washed the smoke off his face,
was as vulcan like a lover as you could
desire. But Madgo always taw the god
nut tho mechanic.
U Chailey 1 how can I make a litlli
nest lor you now? Alter the feeling of
tu night is over, you will with you bad
married anvbody rather than u maimed
gi.l I"
Unwise Madge I Sho drew ber fute
upon herself. I do aver, that lo this
day her nose is much flattened by the
vise-like putiithment Charley made her
suffer for that tpceoh.
When he came iu next evening, ho laid
a paper in her lap, and watehel the pale
facts cxpind and blossom while it read a
deed of gift to her of I he prettiest cottage
on the prettiest street in that city. The
eompmy which Charley served, und
which eould do handsome things us well
as thoughtless ones, begged ber to accept
the gift us only a small acknowledgment
of their obligations lo her.
"How could she make a little nest foi
him?' uskrd Charley, looking at her
through brimming eyes
"Why. with her hand", after all," an
swered Madge, crying.
"And this will always lie the prettier
hind of tho two," said that foolish fel
low, touching the bandaged oue.
Tho Bridge of Sighs.
In American I.aily Leaps Prnm Waterloo
Urldgc Message tram the Dead.
Correspondence Boston Olobo.
London, September 10, 1872.
I recollect t i have hceu particularly
struck wit i a passage in a niagaziua urti
cle 1 once iced, which drew a vivid pic
turn ol tho tulluiing uf u man who with
a sick vtifo and tin ee children found
himself destilulo, or almost so, in the
big world of London The writer, who
I am under the impression was James
I'arlon, made this remark and this is
the passage, lo which 1 re Inr " To be a
poor sttaiiger in America is to be iu u
purgat iry that is provided with a praeti
eible door into (arudisc; tu be such a
pei ton in London is lobe in a hell will -out
visible outlet." The lruh uf this
statement has coma the mure vividly
home lo me since reading the account uf
the iurticst. held Upon the body of Miss
Alico Blanche Oswald, who committed
suicide latt Thursday by throwing hersell
oil Waterloo Bridge) into tho 'lhames
Thetc is nothing particularly out of the
ordinary run of London things in a
woman pitching hersell' into the Thames,
or, for the mailer of (liut, in a man du
ing so, either. There are no end to
bridj-cs handy, come with low, Itiviling
puraputs, others offering more or less
facilities, and nothing is easier than to
get on the top of one and let youuelf
drop flop into tho boiling, bubliug, rush
ing, muddy 'lhames. 'i'l.o death, they
say, on I ho whole, is an easy oue, und ou
a but night in summer the change from
tho .re.'kiu'.'. fetid atmosphere of heat
and dirt, poverty and tribulations, must
he for a moment pleasant und especially
if a boat is handy to i trord the cbunce
uf being rescued just in the nick of lime,
to bo hauled up before tho magistrate,
to be committed to the oare tf the chap
lain of a penitentiary, aud finally to be
released with a handsome donation in the-
shape of subscriptions from the charita
ble public who have meanwhile read the
acci uut of "atlciupied suicido" in the
newspapers. " litre is nothing, I repeat,
ulioguther out of tho ordinary run ul
things in such an event happening iu
London, I have read whole books fuil
of uccuunts of suicides, nnd of attempted
suicides from Waterloo Bridge alutio, and
it seems to me that shake the "cases" up
in a bag, yould would not be ubl to tell
"t'other from which." The old, old
stories, 1'irst u Human, then a man.
Unfortunalo, poverty, wretchedness, hun
ger, death. But here wo have a tragedy
that evidently does not belong to Hood's
class; noTiher does it seem to come
within the category of suioides com
mitted through absolute siurvation ; nor
through crime least alone; nur drink,
nor yet through disappointed love. No,
it is only the case of a "poor stranger"
in London, in the "hell wiihuut a visible
outlet," who throws herself into thu
arms of hell's associate, Death, to help
her nut from her difficulty. "Mrs, K iza
Cusile, 178 High street. Shudwcll," callu
in and examined. I desire, by I be way,
lo beg that those who read this will pa)
particular attention in the foregoing
address. Well, Mrs Kliza Castle culled
in and was examined by the worthy cor
oner; let's see what tho has to say She.
good woman, hasn't a groat deal to say.
lias. isjj)lf sditifio b fe&x 4s b1 ti
NO. '42.
A lodger who came to hor bouse a fort,
night ago, and gave the name of Lockie.
During Miss Lockio's stay sho had been
visited by a lady, und, on another occa
siou, by a gentleman. "Deceased lidd
her that sho came from America with a
lady whu had four srvants, but after
arriving in Britain, two ware discharged,
and in conseqtienco her work became
very hard." iMiss Lockie was discharged
and came to Loudon to sec tho American
Consul, If possible to obtain a pass back
to America. "She rccivcd a letter on
Thursday lust," said Mrs. Castle, which
seemed to upot her. Later in the after
nonti -lie went out in a black dress, violet
Wirt and Dolly Vurden bat, but never
returned." That, in substance, ia Mrs
1'ihzi Pintle's evidence.
Thntnss Kngetmn, a compositor, can
throw tnoro light nn the ubject. He
lnppened to be walking lo his work over
the bridge on Thursday nt six in tho
livening Just as he rame about the
middle, as it were, ho saw tho deceased
throw her silk parasol on the pavement,
ii-rend the pnrupet, ttid roll over. He
raised an alarm and the body was fished
up by a Thames I'ulico flalloy. After she
got into llio water shn screamed for help,
(This request appears to have been the
only unreasonable thing poor Miss Os
wald was guilty of) Thomas Lngoham
wished he could have done more, but be
couldn't swim, and the bridge was fear
fully high. After some further evidence,
the following letter was put in and read,
which threw a blazo of light upon the
subject, and which at once gives, in few
short pithy sentences, Miss Oswald's
whole history :
London, September 3, 1872,
178 High street, Sludwoll.
Tho crimo that I am about to commit,
and what I must hereafter suffer, is
nothing compared to my present misery
Alone in Lnn ion, not a penny or a friend
to advise or lend a helping hand, tired
and nc.iry with looking for something to
do, failing in every way, footsore and
hearlweary, I prefer death to tho dawn
ing of another wretched morning. I
have only been in Urituin nine weeks.
I name as nursery governess with a lady
from America to Wick, in Scotland,
whore she discharged mo, refusing to
pay my passage back, and giving me only
my wuges, 3 10s, After my expenses
to London, I found myself in this great
city with only 5s. What was I to do?
I sold my watch. 'I he paltry sum I
obtained for that soon went in paying for
my boawl. and in looking fur a situation
Now I um destitute. Every day is a
misery to me. "No friend, no hnpe, no
money whut is left? Ob, God of
Henvcn, havo mercy on a poor, helpless
s'nner. Thou knowest how I have striven
!iiaint this, but fale is against me. I
cannot tre-id the pith of sin, for my dead
mother will bo watching me "rather
less, nioiberles.s, homo I have no e "
Oh, for the rarity ol Christian charity."
I am not mad Fordjys I have foreseen
(liut that this would bn the end. May
nil who hoar of my death forgive me.
am) may Gnd Almighty do so, before
wbfl'O bar I must soon appear! Fare
null to nil tn this beautiful, and yet to
nn- mnl wretched world.
Signed Alice IW.anchk O-woi.d
I a in twenty years old the 14th uf this
month.
Tho jury, without leaving their places,
nam e to the conclusion that Miss Oswald
committed suicide whi.o in a state of
temporary insanity
Some time uio there lived a gentleman
of indolent hubi's it Sussex, who mads a
business, in winter season, of visiting
his fiieuds extensively. Afier wearing
out hia welcome in his own immediate
vicinity lut winter, he thought be would
visit an old Quaker friend, some twenty
miles dislunt, who bad been a school fel
low of his. On his arrival he was cordially
received by the Quaker, ho thinking his
visitor had taken much pains lo come so
fir and seo him. Ho treated his triend
with great attention and politeness for
several days, and, as he did net seo any
signs nf his leaving, ho became uneasy,
but ho bore it with patience till tie
morning of the cigh h day, when he said
to him :
"My friend, I am afraid tbee will
never visit m again." "
"Oh, yes, I stall," taid the visitor;
"I have enjoyed my visit very muh ;
I shall certuinly corns again "
"N iy," said tho Quaker, ' I think thee
will not visit mo again?"
"What makes you think I will nat
come again?" asked the visitor.
"If tbee dors never leave," said the
Quaker, how canst thee cotno again."
His visitor left. .
A Thirteen. Yeah-Olp Wife Beath.
Nathan Simon, a lank, ovorgrowu
youth of thirteen, was arraigned ut Essex
Murkat yesterday, says the New York
Sun of the 21sl, on a charge of beating
bis wile r.mtly, aged tbnty nve. Jus
tice Sltandlcy questioned bim as follows :
Justice How old aro yuu, my buy?
Nathan I'm thirteen years, sir.
Justice How long have you beca
tnariii'd?
Nathan (blubberin') One year. I
want tn be divorced now, so I do (cryisg).
Justice Why do you best your wife?
riatlun (plucking up a liille) lie
cause she wnnt get my supper ready
She says she's jealous of uie ; that's what
makes me mad.
Justice I don't believe It, Mr Simon,
and I'd tell you this, if vou are brought
befure ma again fur 'Waking your wife's
neud, l II send you to the Juvenile Asy
lum
Justice (to Mrs. SimoO Msdsro
tiko this koy hoiao and- lava bis face
mix,
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'Illran and his Hatchet."
Never, perhaps did a parent take more
pains to inspire a sou with a love of the
truth than did tho father of our renowned
hsro and Statesman, II. H. Orant; and
to this cause, perhaps, moro than any
other, ho ii indebted for a fame that will
endure when menutusutt of marble and
granite shall have crumbled into dust.
As an example of the manner tn which
this venerably father moulded tho mind
aud character of his son, wo "beg leave to
adduce (be .following little idcident in
tho life of our hero, which exhibits the
character of the affectionate father aud
dutilul son in their true light.
ben Ulysses was about six years old,
he was made the master of a hatchet, of
which ho was excessively fond, and went
about chopping every thing that came in
bis way( After lucking his mother
pea-sticks and pounding the caudal ap
pendages ui his bull-pupi, which, attach
stroke, gave canine yell for his amuse
ment, ho concluded he would Iry the
edge of his hatchet on a fine Knglish
cherry trie in his father's garden, which
he barked so terribly that tt surrendered
unconditionally. The following morn
ing, Jesse, the King s father, discovered
the iujured treo, and with great warmth
inquired for the author of the mischief.
Fiesently little Hiram made hia appear
ance with his hatchet "Hiram,' said
the father, "do you know who killed that
beautilul littlo cherry tree in the gar
den?" This was a tough question; but
tltrsm staggered ovr it but for a mo
ment; then, with a fuce raidsnt with tha
golden charms of truth, he cried out,
1 l'a, I can't tell a lie you know I can't.
1 never touched your treo. I have never
been in the garden." Hsre Hiram's
mother interposed, and reminded her son
of the fact that she saw him enter iho
garden with hit hatchet. "How is this,
my son?" said the father. The young
hero now exhibited that reticence which
has sinco becomo the principal element of
bis greatness. He looked at the tround
and said "nary a tiling." At length ho
exclaimed, "Oh, pa I 1 forgot 1 If you
will givo me tho big black pup and a
cigar, and take me lo tho hurse races on
next Saturday, I will tell you all ubout
it." "Come into my arms, you dearest
boy," cried the' father, you have paid
tne for my tree a thousand fold. Such
an act of heroism in my sou is worth
more than a thousand such trees, though
covered with blossoms of silver and laden
with fruits of purest gold."
It was such lessons aa this, received
b ncalh the paternal roof, that prepared
our hero for his brilliant career. Had
his father been passionate and capricious
in his family, nnd neglected the proper
training of his children, nur immortal
her.- might have turned out to boa stupid
Washington, and called down upon him-
self the contempt of those who now do
him reverence Life of (irant by l.is
father.
IJoBF.nT CoLLYEU ItEI.ATEB AN ANEC
DOTE. Kev, Mr. Cullycr contributes this
lo i lie Chicago Journal: A paragraph
in yuur journal this morning, about a
visit an English editor made to a clergy
man who feeds and clothes a family of
ten on an iucuine of one hundred and filty
puunds a year, reminds me of a talk I
had with tho Itev, Charles Vuysey, in
the summer of '71. He was then a cler
gyman in the Church of England, and was
rector of a church which gave him a very
lair living; but belore this be bad bean
a curaie in London, with a vory large
family (us ministers gonerally have) and
an income less than a hundred pounds a
yeur not mure than eighty, if my mem
ory serves me. It was desperate work,
he said to make ends meet so desperate
that there came a time when there was
not a penny or a crust left in the house.
ora pint ol milk fur the bairns. "Then,"
said he, "I sut down tn think what I
should do; and when I bad made up my
mind about tbo course I must take, I
went up to u y wile as noblo and true a
woman as this world ever heard of and
said, 'My der, we have dono our very
best, and this is tho end. Now, 1 will
tell you what we must do. We are citi
zens vf London, have paid our ratea and
tuxes right along, and are entitled to all
tho help theie is. We will go to tha
poor house to morrow morning and ask
them to take us in. . We have a perfect
right to go there, and we will go.1 Sho
said, 'that is right,' and began at one to
get ready to go to the poorhouse ; but
mat day i got a letter Irom some one,
inclosing five pcunds. There wsa no
signature ; I don't knew to this day who
sent it, but that nve pounds saved us
from taking thut step, aud tided us over
to quarter day,"
Counsel f"to witness1! "Vnnr atr what
is tho character of the plaintiff in this
suit?" Witness "Her ebarsctsr is
slightly matrimonial." Counsel "What
do ynu mean by slightly matrimonial
character?'' Witness "She has been
married seten times."
A Rochester girl made use of 820 given
her by a lover, lo got married to another
fellow ; moreover hiding the former's
dollies while he was in bed so that ho
could nut come dowu stairs and forbid
the banns.
A bride of fourteen is on exhibiton at
Niagara ibis season She looks younger,
and child like wipes ber eyes with her
iipruu when she cries. She bed her first
row with her husband last Wednesday
called bim a nasty man, and said she
wsnted to seo her ma.
A Boston girl rejoices in th pretty
name nf Elizabeth Martha taliua Osor
gisna Augusta Cuhsm Burrows. They
eall her Lizzie Maitie Line GeorfO Gus
ie "for short'! and she writ fe
'"iiiasmjr j,pesv' ft oa.

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