THE ADVEBTTSERG. W. FAIBBROTHER & CO., Publishers.

BROWNVILLE, NEBRASKA

HO.TTE.

WOMAN'S JOURNAL.

Paint me no picture, artist.Of landscapes, birds or flowers;

Paint me no twilight scenes.of lore,Nor grand nor massive towers.

Paint me no Alpine scenery,Neither blue Italian skies,

But paint me, instead, I pray thee,The blue of my father's eyes.

Paint me no saintly Iadonna3,Paint me no womanly grace;

But paint me, oh ! paint me, artist,The lines of my mother's face.

And paint, nay in New England,Beneath the low drooping trees,

In shade of the murmuring forests,In sound of the mountain breeze,

A low brick house, and humble,And there right beside its door,

The sweet, white roses,And the woodbine climbing o'er.

The door yard smooth and grassy,The apple trees all in blow,

And the dear, quaint, wide old garden,"With its seed beds In a row.

And paint it true, good artist,All, paint ye it 6trictly true,

Put on the trees no brighter green,On the flowers no deeper hue.

Sing me no songs, oh masters,That ye find in time-wor- n books,

But sing me the songs everlasting,Of the glad and joyous brooks.

And ripple them over the meadows,Follow them under the hill,

Blend them with sighs of the pine treeAnd the wild, wild wood-bird- 's trill.

And soften than, good master,With the patter of the rain,

As it fell in days of childhood,So soft on my window pane.

Then from the dim old forest,Catch an echo deep and long,

To weave with thine other fancies,Oh master, into my song!

And when the sun is sicking,"Way beyond the purple hills,

And the iny6tic cloud of twilight,My heart and memory fills,

I'll sing them o'er, good master,While the stars their vim'ls keep,

Till I fall 'way in to dreamland.And murmur them on In my sleep.

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THE ANGEL OF SHILOH.

BT AX EX-AKM-Y SURGEON'.

"You found the tuvern full?"The speaker was a handsome, intelli-

gent looking gentleman, of perhaps 40evidently a citizen of the village, and

resident of tl.c handsome but unpreten-tious dwelling-hous- e in front of whichhe was standing.

"Yes," I replied; "1 was too late byhalf an hour, so the landlord informedme."

"You shall be welcome here, if youwill accept of modest quarters and plainfare."

The tone of voice, i o less thnn thewords uttered, assured me that the offerof hospitality was sincere, and with agreatful heart and a sinple expression ofthanks I passed through the gate andclasped the extended hand of the manwho although I had not even known ofhis existence till that minute, and who Ihad every reason to suppose a foe to thecause I represented a rebel to the gov-ernment whose uniform I wore,yetin whom I recognized a friend and abrother.

"You are very kind," I said, "morekind :han you know, for I am not onlvweary but ill, or I should not havesought lodgings indoors while my com-rades were exposed to the privations ofcamp life."

"1 am glad of the opportunity to of-fer hospitality to a professional broth-er," he responded, "for I know fromthe letter on your hat band that vou area surgeon, and I am a physician Thiswould have been sufficient to haveprompted me to invito you in, butsomething else, a sudden biituncxplnin-abl- e

impulse, which I could not resist,impelled me to it."

By this time I had been led into theiamuy room a most cheerful room. Abeechwood Gre blazed and glowed uponthe hearth; a bright carpet with warmcolors covered the room; an old fash-ioned mahogany sideboard stood to theleft, and a bureau of the same rich woodfaced it on the other side of the room,and in one cornar a clock of "ve oldentime," and known by the title of wall-sweep- er,

counted off the seconds withstately precision, and sounded the knellof the dving hours in the solemn mono-tone. Easy-chai- rs stood back againstthe farther wall like sentries on an innerpicket line, while the others weregrouped about the 'cheerful fire, andthese, as we entered were occupied bj'persons whose faces I could never haveforgotten had I seen them but for a moment, and which are now photographedupon my heart forever and aye. Therewere three persons,in this group, a ven-erable old gentleman, a white-haire- d,

matronly and kindly-face- d old lady, anda golden-haire- d, blue-eye- d young ladyfather, mother and daughter0 of myfriendly host, Dr. Jewell.

There is something in a name, elsehow should these people be so appropri-ately named? I wondered and pon-dered the more when I learned that thebrightest and richest snd rxreat gem inthe group had the bassiiM name ofLilian.

I beg the reader's piidca I have not;torn mm or ner, as tno ctsaaaay be, whoI am, or when, how or where all thishappened.

My name is Alden; a lineal descend-ant I am from John andPriscilla Alden,whose romantic history you have doubt-less read in poetry if not in prose. Myancestors had gone west almost a centu-ry ago, hence those provincial prejudicesso characteristic of those descendants ofthe Mayflower part' who still cling toine crags oi jriymoum rocK naa beenlost in the broad and fertile valleys ofthe Ohio, or they had wandered off andfound a flower-bespangl- ed grave on theboundless prairies of Illinois. At an'rate they found no place in my heart.

The time of which I write was Janua-ry, 1862. Place, southwesterntueky. Grant's army was making agranu reconnoissance m iorce, witn aview to feeling of the enemy beforemaking an attack upon FortDonaldson.

A cold pitiless rain had pelted us allday and was still pouring down uponsoldiers and officers alike. When thevillage of B came in view, at 4 o'clockn the afternoon, I had trudged through

the mud and waded swollen streamsfrom early morn, having surrenderedmy horse to a sick soldier of the brigadeto which I was attached, and was, there-fore, worn and weary, and almost ill.Immediately after the order had beenpassed along the line to halt and pitchtents for the night, a large number ofofficers galloped on to the village andsought shelter beneath the roof of thehotel it contained. It had been mvpurpose to get a hot supper and dry bedalso, but my professional duties detainedme for sometime, and when I reachedthe door of the inn was informed thatnot only all the beds, but every squarefoot of the parlor and sitting-roo- m floorshad been pre-empte- d. IIt was while sadly wending my wayback to camp that I had the rare goodfortune, or fate, to attract the attention

of Di. Jewell. My boots were coveredwith mud, my clothes dripping withwater, and I felt as if chilled to the mar-row of mv bones and the center of mvheart. It took but a brief time towarm me, however, for the elements ofwarmth were abundant. At his requestI followed the doctor into bis chamberand donned a suit of his clothes, whilehe sent my own by a colored boy to thekitchen to be dried. Returning to theparlor, I observed a large bowl o? steam-ing punch, flanked by goblets, upon atable which had been drawn up near thelire, and by which an easy chair hadbeen placed. The family arose as thedoctor and I advanced, and the oldgentleman delivered a brief but veryeloquent temperance speech. He said:

"You northerners have peculiar no-tions about the use of liquor, at leastsome of you have. I have been toldthat in some places it is an insult to aguest to offer him a glass of hot punch.We southerners think differently. Withus it is an act of hospitality to inviteour friends, and even strangers, to joinus in a social glass. I do not knowwhat your views are, but, believing thaipunch is a good medicine for a manwho ha3 been drenched by a cold rain,I ordered some prepared, and hope youwill join us in a glass before supper.But if you have any conscientious scru-ples in the matter, we shall respectthem, and at once send the bowl fromthe room."

"I have no such scruples," I respond-ed. "It is the abuse and not the properuse of stimulants that forms the basisof my temperance creed, and there aretimes when brandy is a blessing, andthis is one of the times. I shAl joinyou most heartily."

At the close of my speech the oldgentleman gave place to his wife, whoadvanced and filled the goblets to thebrim, while Lilian handed them around.When each of the gentlemen had beensupplied with full and foaming beakers,and the ladies with smaller ones, onlypart full, the father said to the son,"Give a toast, Walter one suited to theoccasion."

The doctor complied by saying:"May the acquaintance begun to-

night ripen iuto a friendship beforewhich all sectional and political preju-dices shall dissolve and disappear; andmay that friendship live and. flourish inthe hearts of all present when this cruelwar shall exist only as a sad and sorrow-ful reminiscence."

"I most heartily indorse the senti-ment you have so beautifully express-ed," 1 responded, "and beg leave toquote from a Northland poet in reply:May the song birds of peace soon revisit our

glades,And our children clasp hands where their fath-

ers crossed blades."A reverend and fervent amen burst

from the lips of the old gentleman ashe touched my glass with his and raisedit to his lips; tears rolled down the fur-rowed features of the good wife, andtears stood in the blue eyes of the beau-tiful Lilian, and the long silken lashesthat curtained those heavenly orbsdrooped and quivered like the dew-lade- n

willow fringe that hides fromsight the crystal waters of a spring inthe valley of Eden the Eden of mychildhood.

Supper being announced at this mo-ment, the old folks led the way, and thedoctor, taking my arm, followed theminto a large ed room, whichserved as both kitchen and dining room.It was a most cheerful and home likeplace; the table, which stood in the centre of the uncarpeted floor, presented aneat, inviting appearance to a soldierwho had been on short rations for somedays, and who had eaten nothing fortwelve hours. Ham and eggs, and de-licious corn cakes, done to a turn, withsweet country butter, and coffee withreal cream, constituted the bill of fare.It was ample and I did full justice to it.

The evening hours flew rapidly paston downy wings of friendly converse,till the old clock in the corner announcedthe hour of 11, when the thoughtfulmother mildly suggested that the majorwas doubtless tired and would like toretire. I disclaimed any thought ofweariness, and indeed I uttered but thesimple truth in saying that I had notbeen so entirely refreshed for weeks. Itis passing strange what power there isin good-fellowsh- ip to restore the wastedenergies of the body as well as thespirit. So we sat another a brief, adelicious hour and then the good-nigh- ts

were said, and I retired to sleepand dream: The blue-eve- d Lilianformed the web, and horrid battle-scene- s

the woof of my visions. The beautifulgirl had hardly uttered a dozen wordsduring the evening, but she had beena most eloquent auditor. She had satalmost directly opposite me, and myeyes rested upon her face as I addressedother members of the group, and theydid not fail at any time to meet a sym-pathetic response'from her heaven-tinte- d

orbs; nor was there the least embarrass-ment in this, for her countenance boresuch a perfect expression of innocentinterest as to reveal a spirit at once mod-est and pure as an angel.

In my dream a bloody battle was rag-ing. My ears were filled with the boomof cannon, the crash of small arms, thescream of shell, and the shrieks andgroans of dvinjj men. The scenechanged. I wandered over the fields ofcarnage. The dead were thick about me.A groan reached my ear, and I bent mysteps in the direction whence the soundcame. A soldier in gray uniform, witha lieutenant's strap upon his shoulders,lay upon the ground, with his head rest-ing upon the lap of a woman. I said,"If I can be of any service, please com-mand." A pair of blue eyes were liftedtoward my face, and a voice, sad butmusical said, "Oh! I am so gladit is you; you are a surgeon as well asa friend, and my brother is dangerous-ly wounded." Those eyes, that voice:could I be mistaken? No. it was Lilian.and the wounded young officer was herbrother, What joy, what happiness tobe able to serve her; aye, perhaps savethe life of her brother the son of myfriend.

A rap on my chamber door dispelledthe vision, and the pleasant greeting ofDr. Jewell restored me to my normalstate. But my dreams lemained as avivid memory of a startling reality. 1coum not out oeneve tnat. it was a presentiment and, although I kept it lockedin ray heart as a sai, though cherishedsecret, I resolved to ask Lilian for apicture of her brother which she hadshown me the evening before. So, jusas I was on the point of leaving. I said,"Aiiss Lilian, i wisn you would giveme a photograph of your brother. It ispossible I may meet him, and if Ishouldit would prove my passportto hisfriend--ship." "1 will," she replied, "for youmaybe of service to him, and I knowyou would do him a kindness, if youcould." "Most gladly would I. bothfor his own sake and as a reward, inpart, for the great kindness that I ex-perienced at the generous house of hisfan ilv."

The young lieutenant's handsome facebore a striking likeness to that of hissister, and for that I prized it and cher-ished it I wore it constantly in aninner pocket of my vest. The stirringscenes intervening dimmed somewhatthe memories of my vision as timepassed, but could not blot it from mymind.

The battle of Shiloh had been fought,and during the whole of it my mindreverted to the dream. It seemed but arepetition of a tragedy of which I hadwitnessed the rehearsal. Impelled bysome strange impulse I could not risist,

wandered out upon the battlefield atmidnight Every spot seemed familiar. toThv dead faces were those that I hadseen in my dream. A groan aye, the etc

same groan I had heard on that ever-memora-

night of January, 1862. Ihurried to the side of the poor fellowfrom whose agonized lips it came. Hewas prone upon the cold earth, with hishead resting upon his left arm, whilewith his right hand he was striving tocheck the flow of blood from a gunshotwound in his left breast

A glance told me I had found fhe sonof my friend the brother of Lilian.Fortunately, I had with me the meansof stopping the flow of the blood; also acanteen of water and a flask of brandy.No word was spoken until I had doneall that could be done at once, when,with a faint voice and difficult articula-tion, he said: "You have saved my life,and I thank you."

"You owe me no thanks, lieutenant;I should be an ingrate, did I not serve,to the utmost of my ability, the son ofmy friend, Dr. Jewell, the brother of hisprecious daughter, Lilian."

"Is this a dream? How where didyou know my father and sister?"

"Be calm, my near friend; I willgladly tell you all, but not now.Enough that I have found you and serveyou."

In my arms I bore the wounded offi-cer to my tent, and vigilantly did Iwatch by his side until morning came.He had lost much blood and his woundwas painful, but not especially danger-ous; hence he recovered rapidly, andwithin a month he was well again. Inthe meantime I had told him the storyof my impromptu visit to his old Ken-tucky home and the generous hospitali-ty I had met with there. I showed himthe photo of himself given me by hissister, and the marvelous dream whichhad prompted me to ask for the picturewas rehearsed: "Doctor," he said, as Iclosed my story, "I don't think I amsuperstitious, but I believe your dreamwas a presentiment given you by myangel mother. It was she, and not mysister, you saw holding my head on herlap. Lilian is marvelously like hermother, and could readily 'have beenmistaken for her."

"At least, in a dream," I added,pleasantly.

"Yes, or by moonlight, in the wakinghours. But please don't try to breakmy faith in the reality of that vision ofyours. It has come true almost to thelast particular."

"It has," I responded, "and I believein its reality as firmly as you can."

I told the story to Gen. M., and itsoftened his heart so greatly that whenI asked permission to take my friend tohis home, it was readily granted.

The reader may be safely left to pic-ture to himself the joyful meeting ofthe long-abse- nt son with his lovinggrandparents, father and sister, and theexpressions of gratitude and friendshipshowered upon my humble self.

My leave of absence was for thirtydays. I spent a fortnight of it with myKentucky friends and when I departedI carried with me two miniature por-traits. One .of them had golden hair,and eyes of heaven's own blue, and lipsthat rivaled the ripening pomegranate,and cheeks like the sunny side of a lus-cious peach. Nor was that all I had togladden my bachelor heart. The orig-inal of the picture had. said that "whenthis cruel war should be over I mightcome again, and then she would gladlygo with me to my northern home as mywife."

I have only to add that she is lookingover my shoulder as I write, and tryingto convince me tnat the public (mean-ing you, dear reader) will laugh at mefor beiner so sillv as to tell how I wascaptured by a rebel girl, and at her forbeing so easily converted from her se-ce- sh

sentiments to unwavering loyaltyto the union.

Railroading in Winter.From the New York Sun.

During the recent cold weather thetraveling public has been loud in itscomplaints about the delay of trains onthe railroads. Even when there was noobstruction of the tracks by snow orotherwise it has been remarked that thetrains are uniformly run at such a slowpace as to try the patience of pasoengers.If travelers who are thus annoyed knewthe reason of this caution and theycan sometimes learn it from a quiet talkwith the conductor they would ceasetheir grumbling about the delay. Thetruth is that railroad employes are farmore apprehensive of accidents duringcold weather than the traveling public.They know the number of broken railsand broken wheels that are daily occur-ring on the best built and best managedrauroads, but which are carefully con-cealed from the traveling public. Theymay not be able to fully explain theaction of extreme cold weather uponthe tracks, wheels and running gear ofrailroads, but they know the fact andappreciate the danger of high speedwhen the thermometer is thirty or fortydegrees below the freezing point It isa fact, which inquiry at the p: opersource of information will establish,thatthere have been more broken rails,broken wheels and connecting-rod-s onthe railroads of the northern states dur-ing the last six weeks than have oc-curred during jhe summer months dur-ing the last hve years. The only won-der is that there have not been moreserious accidents a fact that may beattributed to the caution which comesfrom knowledge, and which should re-ceive the commendations instead of thecomplaints of travelers.

An ImDortant Corporal.It is related that during the American

revolution the corporal of a little com- -

Eany was giving orders to those underrelative to a piece of timber, which

they were endeavoring to raise up to thetop of some military works they wererepairing.

The timber went up with difficulty,and on this account the voice of the littlegreat man was often heard in regularvociferations of "Heave awav! Thereshe goes! Heave ho!"

An officer, not in military costume,was passing, and asked the

officer why he did not takehold and render a little aid!

The latter, astonished, turning roundwith all the pomp of an emperor, said :"Sir, I am a corporal!"

"You are, are you?" replied the officer; "1 was not aware of that," andtaking off his hat and bowing; the officersaid, "I ask your pardon, Mr. Corpo-ral," and then dismounted and lifted tillthe perspiration stood in drops on hisforehead.

When the work was finished, turningto the corporal, he said: "Mr. Corpo-ral, when you have another such job andhave not men enough, send for yourcommander-in-chie- f, and I will come andhelp you a second time."

The corporal was thunderstruck! Itwas none other than Washington whothus addressed him.

A watchmaker of Copenhagen hasconstructed a clock that needs no wind-ing up." It is kept going constantly bymeans of an electric current, that oper-ates on the spring and maintains an unvarying and permanent state of tension.Attention to the electric battery once or I

twice a year is all that is necessary tokeep the" clock in motion for an indefi-nite time.

Virtue is the universal charm; evenits shadow is courted when substance iswanted. a

Many a youth has ruined himself byforgetting his identity and trying to besomebody else.

Thibtv-fou- k years of constantly in-creasing use have established a reputa-tion for Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup second

no similar preparation. It relievesinstantly and cures all Coughs, Colds,

"WTfT7 'frT' t ,, -

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WHO KILLED GEN. CUSTER.

Declaring that He did It, andis Glad of It.

The Milwaukee Sentinel has receivedthe following from a special correspond-ent at Miles City, Montana:

"I witnessed an accident to-d- ay whichbrought to mind the events of the cam- -

fiaign which was opened against thein Montana by Gen. Terry on

June 21, 1876, and which culminated inthe death of Gen. Custer and the anni-hilation of his band on the 25th. Whilethe command of Gen. Terry was at themouth of the Rosebud river, in June,1876, it was decided, after a consulta-tion, that Gen. Custer should move upthe Rosebud until he came into an In-dian trail discovered by Maj. Reno afew days previous. His instructionswere to take with him his entire regi-ment and on striking the trail he wasto leave his scouts to follow it, it beingsupposed to lead to the Little Big Horn,while with his engineers he should makea detour to the south, regulating thedistance so as to reach the Little BigHorn at the same time and form a junc-tion with Gen. Gibbon. This would alsoprevent the Indians from slipping in be-tween him and the mountains. Gen.Custer refused to take Gibbon's caTalryor a battery of gattling guns with him,which he was urged to do, he preferringto depend on his own regiment. Afterfollowing the Rosebud for twenty miles,he found the trail, and, instead of car-rying out his instructions, he followedthe trail until he came to the Little BigHorn and found a large Indian village.Taking five companies of 815 men andfifteen officers, he attempted to enterthe village lower down, while MajorReno, with three companies, was tocharge up the valley from the pointwhere the trail entered the village. Theresult was that General Custer wasoverpowered and his command annihi-lated, while Major Reno was forced onto a side hill and besieged by the In-dians, until he was relieved by GeneralGibbon's troops. The Indians fled fromthe valley on their approach, and it wasnot until then that the fate of GeneralCuster was fully known. From that dayto this there has been a sort of mysteryhanging over the tragedy of the LittleBig Horn. Not a man of General Ou-sters .band escaped to tell the story of itsfate, and the historian had no othersource from which to fill the page thanthe horrible imaginings which clusteredaround the dead and mutilated bodiesof the gallant commander and histroops.

"While I was in the merchandisinghouse of Mr. J. J. Graham, at FortKeogh, three Indian chiefs Rain-in-the-fac- e,

Two-roa- ds and Spotted Eaglewho surrendered to General Miles lastspring, came in, as was their custom,to converse with Mr. Wm. Courtney,the chief clerk and interpreter of the es-

tablishment Mr. Courtney was read-ing Whittaker's 'Life of Custer,' and inturning the leaves of the book one of theIndians caught sight of his own picture,which he immediately recognized. Theythen took the volume from Mr. Court-ney and found all their portraits, butexhibited little emotion of pleasure orotherwise until one of them turned apage and the picture of General Custerwas revealed. At this Rain-in-tbe-fa- ce

became greatly excited, going throughwith all the gyrations of the war dance,and giving the Sioux war-who- op at thetop of his voice. After he was throughwith his wild demonstration, but stdlexhibiting the greatest anger, he struckthe picture with his hand, and with ademoniacal sneer on his face, said in theSioux tongue:

" I killed him. I made many holesin him. He once took my liberty; I tookhis life.'

"On being told by a bystander thatTom Custer was still living, Rain-in-the-fa- ce

became very violent, and hissed be-tween his teeth: 'Your tongue isforked,' which is the Sioux figure for'you lie.' Continuing he said:

" 'I visited his body after the Jaattle.I cut him open. I am glad I killed him.He was bad to my people. He killed .many warriors.' "

RELIGIOUS THOUGHTS.

The worst enemies of Christianity arenot its open foes, but its weak and cow-ardly friends.

Open your heart; open it withoutmeasure, that God and his love may en-ter without measure.

You may depend upon it that enthu-siasm is a liberal education for a Chris-tian; I mean nothing makes a man soquick-sighte- d and intelligent in the ser-vice of God as enthusiasm.

A life consecrated to Christ is not alife separated from the world's joys andsorrows, but a life lifted above these tnand fixed upon a hope which the happiness or gnei oi lite cannot snase oreven touch.

Truth is the nursing mother of gen-ius. No man can be absolutely true tohimself, chewing cant, compromise,servile intimation and complaisance,without becoming original; for there isin every creature a fountain of lifewhich, if not choked back with stonesand other rubbish, will create a fresh at-mosphere and bring to life fresh beauty.

Jesus is peculiarly tender to the bro-ken hearted and those whom tempta-tions itand afflictions have almost crush-ed, like the bruised reed, and will by nomeans break them. He encourages thefirst beginnings of holy desires in theyoung convert, and revives the almostexpiring spark in the baffled and back-sliding believer; though it be only asthe oflensive smoke from the stalks ofthe flax when it does not break forthinto a flame. We should learn to copyms example.

Long years ago a fern leaf grew in a updeep valley. No eye ever saw its beauty, ana it fell at last into the earth, andsank away, and was lost. Surely, norecord ever was made of its life andstory. But the other day a man of sci-ence, with hammer in hand, was peer-ing

butinto the mysteries of nature, and a

breaking a rock, there lay, in perfect theoutline, the whole delicate traces of thelittle fern leaf. After lying thousandsof years in the darkness, lost and for-gotten, it came forth to be looked at byadmiring eyes. In like manner obscure tenlives drop away and are forgotten, but havein like manner, also, will they reappear.No smallest deed done for Christ shallbe forgotten.

tudeCare of the Ear. beScientific American.

Only the softest material and geutlest topressure should be used in cleaning theear. In a recent clinical lecture Dr. andWilson gives in popular form, somevery useful and practical information looktouching the removal of ear v. ax. Ifthe ticking of a watch can be heard at willthe distance of twenty-eig- ht in he ? the pudhearing is good. Each ear should be greattested separately. Noises in the head,sometimes ringing, frequently are dueto hardened wax in the ear. Sudden thatdeafness is sometimes caused as follows: toA small mass of wax from ill health or Atncleanliness, becomes hard. A con-

tinued secretion of wax then blocks upthe ear tube still more. An injudiciousattempt is then made to remove the can'twax, introducing, perhaps, a match and ain'tpinhead, or penholder, which insteadof removing, pushes down the wax andpacks it against the tympanum; or bysudden draught, or the act of swallow-ing the wax is suddenly pressed uponthe membrane, and loss of hearing im-mediately

nowresults because the membrane form,

can no longer vibrate. The removal of latterthe wax is in some cases, especially those

irillthose of long standing, somewhat diffi-cult,

actbut with gentle treatment and pa-- adv.

tience may be finally accomplished andthe hearing fully restored. The bestmeans for removing wax, when not bad-ly compacted, are half a drachm of so-

dium carbonate, dissolved in an ounceof water, applied lightly, by means of abit of absorbient cotton or sponge at-

tached to a suitable handle. When thewax is much compacted it may be soft-ened by means of water, quite warm,and a syrinre.

The Course of True Love.

She came tripping from the caurchdoor, her face flushed with emotion bythe just uttered discourse, and her eyesbright with loving expectation. Heshivered on the curbstone, where for anhour he had shivered impatiently, witha burning heart palpitating in his throat,and frozen fingers in his pockets. Theylinked arms and started for the residenceof her parents.

After a few moments' hesitating si-

lence, he said:"Jane, we have known each other

long. You must know how I feel. Youmust have seen that clear down at thebottom Oh, Moses!"

He had slipped down on the ice withso much force that his spine was drivenup into his hat, and his hat was tippedover his nose, but she was a tender-hearted girl. She did notlaugh, but shecarefully Helped him to his feet, andsaid:

"You were saying, John, when youslipped, .that the foundation Oh, good-ness!"

She slipped herself that time and sawlittle stars come down to dance before hereyes but he pulled her up in haste, andwent on:

"Yes; just as I said, clear down at thebottom of my heart is a fervent love, onwhich I build my hope. That love hashelped me to stand and face thunder!"

He was down again, but scrambled upbefore she could stoop to help him, andshe said breathlessly:

"Yes, yes, John. You remaraber youjust said a love that helped you standand face thunder. And that you found-ed your hopes on this pesky ice!"

There she sat John grasped theloose part of her sacque Dctween theshoulders and raised her to her feet, asone would raise a kitten from a pail ofwater by the slack of the neck. Then hesaid, with increased earnestness:

"Of course, darling, and I have longedfor an opportunity to tell my love, andto hear those whispers whoop!"

Somehow John's feet had slippedfrom under him, and he came down likea capital V, with his head and feet point-ing skyward. She twined her taperfingers in his curling locks and raisedhim to the stature of a man, ?ct his hatfirmly over his eyes with both hands,and cried in breathless haste:

"I understand, aud let me assure you,John, that if it is in my power to lightenyour cares and make brighter yourjourney through life to Jerusalem!"

"Oh, my precious! And thus it shallbe my lifelong pleasure to lift you fromthe rude asualts of earth and surroundyou with the loving atmosphere ofTexas!"

And there they both sat down togeth-er. They had nearly reached the gate,and hand in hand, and with the bliss ofyoung love's first confession, they creptalong" on their knees up the front door-steps, and were soon forgetful of theirbumps on the softest cushions of theparlor sofa.

He Knew She Did.

As the morning train over the Detroit,Lansing and Northern pulled up atHowell the other day, a nice-looki- ng

old grandma got aboard with her satch-el and settled down for a comfortableride. A Detroiter was of some assistanceto her in getting seated, and he presently asked:

"Going on a visit?""Yes, I'm going down to Plymouth

to see my darter," she answered."They've writ and writ for me to come,but I thought I should never getstarted."

"Left the old man at home, I sup-pose."

"Yes, William thought he'd betterstay and see to the things at home."

"Did you have plenty of time to getready?"

"Oh, yes. I've been gettin' ready fortwo weeks?"

"Sure you didn't forget anything?""I know I didn't, I packed things

up one at a time, and I know they areall here."

"And you left everything all rightaround the house?"

"Yes.""Your old man knows where to find

t.lift tpfi nml snomr nnfl unit; rlnps TnP""Yes. I took him through the but-

tery the very last thing and pinted outhim whore fivervthincr. was."..j 0"Wen, now," continued the mn. I'm

"Mercy on me! but what do youmean?" she gasped.

"Did you bring along your specta;cles?"

"Yes here they are.""Did you hang up a clean towel for

him?""Yes.""And put the dish cloth where he can

find it?""Yes.""And rolled up his night shirt and putunder his pillow?"

Yes"And was everything all right about

the cook-stove- ?"

"Marcy! marcy on me! Stop thesekyars this blessed minute!" she

as she tried to reach her feet. "Ijust remember now that I puttheknivesand forks in the oven to dry out andshut the door on 'em! He'll neverthink to look in there, and he'll build

a big fire and roast every handle offbefore 1 git to Plymouth."

The Bright Side.

Look on the bright side. It is theright side. The times may be hard,

it will make them no easier to weargloom' and sad countenance. It is

sunshine and not the cloud thateives beauty to the flower. There isalways before or around us that whichshould cheer and fill the heart withwarmth and gladness. The sky is blue

times where it is black once. Youtroubles, it may be. So have oth-

ers. None are free from them andperhaps it is well that none should be.They give sinew and tone to life forti

and courage to man. Ihat woulda dull sea, and the sailor would nev-

er acquire skill, where there is nothingdisturb its surface. It is the duty of

every one to extract all the happinessenjoyment he can from within and

without him; and above all, he shouldon the bright side. What though

things do look a litlie dark? The lanenave a turning, and the night willin broad day. In the lone: run the

balance right itself. What ap-pears ill will become well that whichappears wrong;, right; for "we know

all things work together for goodthem that love God."

stranger in Galveston asked an oldresident how malarial fever could bo dis-

tinguished from yellow fever. "As ageneral thing," was the reply, "you

tell till you have tried it If youalive, then it is most likely yellow

fever."They eat monkey-cutlct- a in Brazil.

It Acts Sare and Safe.The celebrated remedy Kidney-Wo- rt can

be obtained In the usual dry vegetableor In liquid form. It Is put up in theway for the especial convenience ofwho cannot readily prepare it. It

be found very concentrated and willwith equal efficiency In either case. See

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CONCERNING BEDROOMS.

Their Proper Ventilation and the Effect Upon

Their Occupants.Sophy WInthrop In the Chrlitlan Union.

A physician was lately called to pre-scribe for a young lady who lives inone of the most charming villas of Lar-nedvil- le.

"Nothing was the matter with her,"jhe declared, "nothing but terrible head-aches." Every morning she wakedwith a headache, and it Tasted nearlyhalf the day. It had been going on formonths ever since they moved intotheir new house. The doctor tried allthe old remedies and they all failel.Riding and archery were faithfully test-ed, study and practice were cheerfullygiven up. Nothing did any good.

Will you let me see your bedroom?"asked the doctor one day, and he wasshown up into the prettiest little nestimaginable.

Nothing wrong about the ventilation.The windows were high and broad andwere left open every night, the patientsaid. The bed stood in one corneragainst the wall

"How do you sleep?" says thedoc-to-r.

"On my right side, at the back of thebed, with my face to the wall. Lou.likes the frontbest"

"The dickens she does!" says the doc-tor. "So do I. Will you do me the fa-

vor to wheel that bed into the middle ofthe room and sleep so for a week andthen let me know about the headache?"

Doctors are so absurd! The middleof the room, indeed! And there werethe windows on one side, and the twodoors on the two other sides, and themantle with its Macrame lambrequin onthe fourth side. There was no place forthe bed but just where it stood in thecorner.

Never mind! Sacrifice your lambre-quin," urged the doctor "just for aweek, you know."

The lambrequin was sacrificed, thebed moved where it had fresh air onboth sides, and the headaches disap-peared.

It may be only an exceptionally deli-cate system that would be reduced toactual headache by breathing all nightthe reflected air from a wall. Yet pos-sibly some of the morning dullness weknow of may be traceable to a likecause. At any rate, plenty of breathingspace around a bed can only be an ad-

vantage to everybody.In visiting three or four newly built

and handsome houses recently, the lackof a good place for the bed was themo3t striking feature of the bedrooms.Some of these rooms were finished inshining mahogany, ebony or walnut.Some were hung with rich modern tap-estry. All were eleganr and a few wereairy. But in the most of the best ofthem, where was the bed to stand? Abay window, perhaps, would occupy themiddle of one side, another window an-other, a door another, a mantelpiece

The English Bar.Richard Grant (Vntte In March Atlantic.

It is a characteristic distinction thatat the Inns of Court men are "called tothe bar" after a certain probation, whilein the United States they are, upon ex-amination, "admitted to practice" in thecourts. The former mode is a volunta-ry act of grace by which the benchersask a man to become one of their fra-ternity; the latter is in the nature of therecognition of a right upon the fulfill-ment of certain conditions. A barris-ter's profession in England is nominallyof an honorary character, and his fee isan honorarium, which cannot be suedfor at law as an attorney's, costs may.Practically, however, a barrister's ser-vices of course are paid for like anyother professional services, and theprofessional incomes of many successfulEnglish barristers are very large. Lawis the noblest of all professions "in Eng-land. It takes men into parliament; itmakes them peers and lord chancellors.1 did not have the good fortune of seeingany of the great courts in session, formy visit was in the long vacation; but Isaw a criminal cause tried in one of theminor courts inLiverpool,and was muchinterested in the proceedings. First ofall, I was struck by the costume of thejudge and the barristers, whose wigsand gowns gave them an air of dignityand authority well suited to their functions and not without its practical value.The wigs, indeed, did seem somewhatridiculous, because of their absurd like-ness and unlikeness to the natural covering of the head. The judge's wig wasthe least grotesque. It was quite likethe large oob wig worn by all gentle-men in the latter part of the last cent-ury, much like that, for example,represented in Dr. Johnson's portraits.But the barrister's wig is certainly thequeerest covering that was ever putupon a human head. The gown givesdignity to the figure and grace to theaction; but I found it difficult to lookat the wigs without laughing. Behindand at the sides there hang four littleformal, isolated curls in double rows, sounlike anything human, and yet soplainly an imitation of curled and pow-dered human hair, that they would seemlike caricature, if they did not, in theirbald artificiality, pass all bounds of car-icature. I spoke of their absurdity to afriend who was at the bar, and saidthat, while the gown seemed worthy ofreverence and admiration, I wonderedwhy the ridiculous little wigs were notaiscarciea. "Jjiscaru wiersi" was hisreply. "Why, we couldn't get on with-out them. I couldn't try a cause with-out mv wig. I should feel as if I hadno right in court; as if the judge wouldbe justified in taking no notice of me;and as if the witnesses had me at theirmercy, instead of me having them atmine. I shouldn't dare to cross-questio- n

a witness without my wig." "Inother words," I said, "your wig givesyou an authoritative position which en-ables you to bamboozle a witness."'Why, yes," he answered, smiling,

"that's pretty much it, if you choose toput it so."

At Home Now."Why, how do you keep your plants

looking so well?" asked a lady at whosehouse she was visiting. "You seemnot to be troubled with parasites orplant lice, while mine are covered withthem. How do you keep them away?"

"Well, I don't know: I don't pay anyparticular attention to them; I ratherattribute their absence to the fact thatthis is George'e favorite place to sit andenjoy his pipe in the evening; I thinkthe smoke kills the vermin."

"But good heavens," exclained thevisitor in astonishment, "you surelydon't allow your husband to smoke inthe sitting roon?"

"I don t know as there is any 'allow-ing' about it," quietly responded thehostess. "It was George's money thatfurnished the room, and I don'tsee whyhe should not have a right to use it ithe chooses to smoke here, I see no rea-son to find fault"

"But what do people who come in foran evening call say to find the room fullof tobacco smoke? A great many peo-ple can't bear the smell of it, youknow."

"Well, if they don't like it, theyneedn't come," answered the independ-ent litte housekeeper. "George and Ifitted up this room for our own comfort,and I should rather a hundred fold havehim sit here in the evening and smoke,than be forced like some husbands Iknow of, to go to the tavern or grocerystore to enjoy the pipe which they feelthey need almost as much as they dotheir meals. I have his company, andhe is contented, which repays me forany sacrifice I may make in the matter.Perhaps I may be a little radical, but Ibelieve husbands have some rights in

the;home circle which wives ought torespect My husband can enjoy his pipeand his paper here, and I am repaid byhaving the parasites kept from my

Elants, and also by the knowledge thatexposed to the temptation to

indulge in something stronger at thetavern, or the saloon."

"There is a good deal of truth inwhat you say. I never looked at it inthat light before," answered the visitor.And then she added: "I think Til tryyour experiment Sam ha3 got a habitof spending his evenings out. He lightshis pipe after supper, starts out, anddoes not return before 10 o'clock. Henever offers to smoke in the house, hav-ing heard me say that I abhor the habitTo-nig- ht Til astonish him by invitinghim into the sitting room and offeringhim a cigar." And the lady took herleave with the light of a new revelationupon ner face.

That night, Sam's partners waited forhim to take his regular hand at "High,Low, Jack," but waited in vain. Samspends his evenings at home now.

Lost Children.

When we speak of our little ones whohave been called away from our earthlyhomes to the better land, why do wesay, "the children we have lost?" In-

variably do we hear the little ones,whose vacant chairs stand around ourfireside, spoken of a3 lost children.Rather should we say, our rescued littleones our saved darlings. Have theynot been called within the pearly gate,where sin, pain, sorrow and death nevercome? Their tiny feet can never strayoutside of the golden city. The chil-dren who are left us may wander intopaths of temptation and sorrow theymay occasion many hours of anxiety andmany tears, but the little children whohave been gathered in among the re-

deemed ones, who left us in their purityand innocence, will always be pure notaint of sin will tarnish their infantsouls.

When the darkness gathers around usat night, and we tremble for the boyswho are outside of the home walls, lia-ble to all the temptations that the coverof night throws about them, we needhave no fear for the loved children whohave been rescued from a world of sin.There is no night in that bright landwhere they dwell always "bright, eter-nal noon." The angel feet of our chil-dren above will not stray outside thegates of purity and happiness. Ourchildren who have gone to heaven nevergrow old. Leigh Hunt says, with truth,that those who have lost an infant arenever without an infant child. Theyare the persons, who. in one sense, re-

tain it always.Our children who are left to us on

earth grow up; they suffer all the chang-es of mortality. They leave the paren-tal roof, scatter in different parts of theworld, and the children never comeba--k to us again. But the father andmother, when age has crept over them,know that for them the little one whowent to heaven so long ago, are chil-dren still; that the time is not far offwhen they shall meet the little oneswhere partings never come. The wordsof Ainsworth are beautiful. He says:"The little boy who died so long ago isan eternal child. His parting looks,with heaven shining full upon nis brow

the beauty that the heart grew warmbeholding, remains untouched by time,even as the unrent sky that lets thewanderer in."

"Of such is the kingdom of heaven,"said our blessed Saviour. What a largeproportion of the dwellers in heavenmust be little children! How happy arethey, living in the light of the smile ofthe blessed Une. "1 know Jesus smiledwhen he was on earth," said a dear lit-tle girl, "because when he said, 'Sufferthe children to come unto me,' theywould not have gone to him in suchnumbers had he not smiled when hesaid it." The faith of a child is unques-tioned. "Don't cry when I am gone,mamma," said a little one, a few hoursbefore she left her earthly home, "I amgoing up, up above all "the worlds, tolive with Jesus forever. He loves littlechildren, and he will be, O, so kind andgood to me. I never will have to besick and suffer pain when I get whereue is." rrecious cnuui wnat a re--lease to be free from suffering forever!

vvnen we raiKot our little ones whoare gone to the peaceful land, we willnot speak of them any more as the chil-dren we have lost, but as children whohave been lovingly gathered into thearms of ourFatherin neaven, and savedto us by our children in the eternalworld.

They are not lost, but gone before,"They shall be mine." O, lay them down to

slumber,Calm In the strong assurance that he rfyes;

He calls them by their names, he knows theirnumber,

And they shall live as surely as he llres.

The Use of Tea.The following hints concerning the

use of tea may prove useful: 1. Whoso-ever uses tea should do so in greatmoderation. 2. It should form a partof the meal but never be taken beforeeating, between meals, or on an emptystomach, as is too frequently done. 3.The best time to take tea is after ahearty meal. 4. Those who suffer withweak nerves never take it at all. 5.Those who are troubled with inabilityto sleep at nights should not use tea, orif they do, take it in the morning. 6.Brain-worke-rs should never goad ontheir brains to overwork on the stimu-lus of tea. 7. Children and the youngshould never use tea. 8. The over-worked and underfed should never usetea. 9. Tea should never be drunk verystrong. 10. It is better with considera-ble milk and sugar. 11. Its use shouldat once be abandoned when harm comesfrom it. 12. Multitudes of diseases comefrom the excessive use of tea, and forthis reason those who cannot use it with-out going to excess should not use it atall.

Analogies in Nature.The cocoanut is, in many respects,

like the human skull, although it closelyresembles the skull of the monkey. Asponge may be so held as to remindone of the unfleshed face of the skele-ton, and the meat of an English walnutis almost the exact representation of thebrain.

Plums and black cherries resemblethe human eyes; almonds and someother nuts resemble the different varie-ties of the human nose, and an openoyster and its shell are a perfect imaereof the human ear.

The shape of almost any man's bodymay be found in the various kinds ofmammoth pumpkins. The open handmay be discerned in the form assumedby scrub willows and growing celery.

The German turnip and the egg-pla-nt aresemble the human heart. There areother striking resemblances betweenhuman organs and certain vegetableforms. The forms of many mechanicalcontrivances in common use may betraced back to the patterns furnishedby nature. Thus, the hog suggestedthe plow, the butterflv the ordinaryhinge; the toad stool the umbrella; theduck the ship; the fungus growth ontrees the ordinary bracket Anyone de-siring to prove the oneness of the earth-ly system will find the resemblance innature an amusing study, to say theleast

Three girls to one boy are born inMexico.

A CROSS BABY.Nothing is so conducive to a man's remain-

ing a bachelor as stopping for one night atthe house of a married friend and being keptawake for five or six hours by the crying of across baby. All cross and crying babies needonly Hop Bitters to make them well and smil-ing. Young man, remember this. Traeder. J

Ple" Eaters.From Food and Health.

I think it was Bryant the poet, notthe minstrel who once publicly ascribedthe decadence of the national characterto "pie." He was not far wrong. Weare rapidly becoming a nation of pie-eat- ers.

There is scarcely a restaurant,,not to speak of stands and candy stores,in the United States that has not itsfresh supply daily of "wholesale" butnot "wholesome" pie. I never tackle apiece of one of these mysterious com-

pounds without a fervent prayer formercy and a vivid recollection of thesmall boy, who having presented his:sweetheart with a mince pie, on Beeingher visibly hesitate after the first bite,recommended her "to shut her eyes andgo it blind." Where the taste for pieoriginated I know not, but very proba-bly in that home of "culture," Boston;at any rate it is a New England dish,and migrated west "with the early set-

tlers. Tne various nationalities of whichour population is composed still retaina distinctive character in their cooking,and evince a decided preference forcertain dishes; the Englishman for hisstakes and roast beef; the German forhis sauerkraut, nudeln and sauerbraten;the Frenchman for his filets sautes andhis omelets; the Italian for his m3cca-ron- i;

but all are gradually mergingtheirdifferences, and uniting on the Droadbasis of "pie." All New Yorkers, whoremembar the old postoffice in Nassaustreet, must surely recall the pie-ma- n

and his crowd of hungry patrons. Theywill also remember that when the post-offi- ce

was moved to its piesent location,how certain reckless reformers objectedto the establishment of the pie-sta- nd inthe new building on the ground of itbeing a public nuisance. What a ter-riff- ic

storm they raised? How the pie-oate- rs

raged, how the anti-pie-eate- rs

protested, and how both filled the col-

umns of the daily press with their dailyfulminations. For weeks New Yorkwas convulsed 'with the merits and de-

merits of the pie question. The pie-m- an

stood firm, however, and developed suchan amount of political influence at hisback, that at one time it really seemedan easier task to move the postofficethan the pie stand. Finally, when theregion below Canal street threatened tobreak out into civil war, a compromisew.is effected and the pie stand was in-

stalled with all honors in a comfortablestore on the opposite side of the street

Some ten years ago I made the acquaintance of a gentleman whose dailylunch consisted of "a whisky cock-ta- il

and a piece of lemon pie." I needscarcely say I watched his career withthe liveliest interest To do him justicehe stood the ordeal bravely, but Istrongly suspect a goodly portion of hisincome was devoted to the purchase of

L patent remedies for the cure of dyspepsia. How can such people wonder,when, as the old lady said, "their in-

nards are afflicted?" How expect toof healthy, sustained effort in

any direction, on the strength of a foodwhich, while it may be agreeable to thepalate, must be specially disagreeableand horrifying to the delicate organs ofdigestion?

The pie manufacturer understandsthe natural desire for "taffy," and careslittle what he puts into his compouedsso long as they taste "sweet" It wouldbe interesting and instructing to ana-lyze some of the mince, lemon, plumb,peach and apple pies that are daily con-sumed by the tens of thousands. Whatrevelations would result? Now andthen a piece of home-mad- e pie may notbe indigestible at the close of a sub-stantial dinner, but that pastry made ofpoor flour, rancid butter and decayedfruit should be regarded as something;out of which a working man or womaocan profitably make a meal, is surely adirect defiance of all the lrws that gov-ern the act of digestion. The conhrm-e- d

pie-eater- s, male or female, mav readily be detected by their lack-lustr- e eyes,their pallid faces and wan expression ofcountenance, for during the very periodthat they are taxing their mental andphysical powers to the utmost in theirdaily avocations they are also putting aprolonged and cruel strain upon theirdigestive organs.

Surely, a small piece of juicy meat, a.plate of good soup, some fi?h, or evena bowl of bread and milk, would domore to restore nature's impaired forcesto their proper equilibrium than anyamount of the greasy, flaccid and indi-gestible abomination known as "pie,"

A News Girl Romance.

Some time since an English gentle-man, stopping at the St Lawrence HalFhotel in Montreal, took a fancy to

news girl, who was daily arouudthe hall selling the evening papers. Hemade inquiries about the little waif,and, finding that she was the only childof a widowed mother, he handed thelatter $400 as he was leaving the cityand told her to send the child to school,and he would see that she did not want.Instead of carrying out her trust, themother got married, spent the benefac-tion on nerself, and sent the child toservice. The gentleman wrote subse-quently to the mother, but could get noanswer. He then communicated withthe St Lawrence Hall proprietor aboutthe child, and, on being informed ofwhat had happened, he remitted liberalsupplies to the lady who had employedthe girl, and the latter is now obtaininga first-clas-s education at the Model3chool. The gentleman has already ex-pended over $800 on his little ward.

They Want It, Badly.

"Whisky in Maine," said Neal Dow."is carried in small bottles in the pock-ets of the liquor sellers and dealt outupon the sly; it is put into teapots andplaced upon the kitchen shelf; it is builtinto the walls of houses in tin cans,witha small rubber tube by which to draw itoff; it is concealed in small bottles inthe bed; it is concealed in bottles underthe floor, put there through a trap thatcan only be reached by removing thebed: it is concealed in small fiat bottlesin the ash pit under the ovens of cook-ing stoves; it is hidden in wells attachedto strings fastened some inches belowthe surface of the water; it is buried inmanure heaps; it is concealed under thefloor of the pigsty; it is hidden awayupon the flat roof of the house, accessto it being had only by a ladder throughscuttle; it is hidded in attics, under tnefloor, and in the cellars buried in theearth."

Old Time Sleiehing.N. T. Post

There is a vast difference between thesleighing parties of to-d- ay and those ofold times. The farm wagon body wasplaced on the runners of the wood sled,

lot of straw was put in the bottom,and the young men and women seatedthemselves on the straw. The fiddleralways accompanied the party. Theywould drive to some tavern (they hadno hostlers then), when the first thingin order was to get a drink of "flip."Flip was simply cream beer, which wasserved up in large mugs. Ever- - land-lord had an iron rod about two feet

i r g ,with a b"' the end about thesize of a walr was heated redhot and run ei glass of beer.which ! onrf Bade it foam.This wa After drinkingflip the n p and there was adance, sx j did not desire todance pla - ,.es oi different kinds.

Passionate persons are like men whostand on their heads, they see all thingsthe wrong way.

It is easy to run down the accomplish-ments of your neighbor, but harder torun ahead of them.

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