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TOMORROW.
• r joigliiH uni hr.
Oli, thou to-morrow! Miiry
Oh, .lay llihi evei mini licl.iii*!
Wlihl tisi Ini lilililkd liatnl in mars
Vat mini', 10-niiirow, anil for nmf
Oh, limn 10-nmnow: wli.it lout ihou
In h|o nlo mikn nit bom the norf
Oli, tiny In whirb woHliatl loif(t
TIIO lailt*ltHl Iron 111 I*4 Of to- l.y-
Oli, day itiai Jatiftli* at and irit, at dohia
Oh, clay of pramfri to fy !
'Hi, fihelhr from a’l aiorm!
Oh, day tn irltjfh wu slij'.l reloitnl
fth, an feat, l*f dty for reform I
C'oovpmuoH, day of |.j uuiwr !
Hold Im% k Hit* ahiidow of the aiorm,
Oil, liN (<viiinrrf)t! Clilalmi friend,
oof Iby yali*ry Iki lon,
Out f ind to Win lf rlda l lotfioiiit,
WAS IIK MAD I
■ V CHARI.KI IC. (IOI.URT.
Tn visiting tlio south of England, have
you over gone out of your way to enjoy
a tow boors m one of tlio many delight
,'ul, thriving towns which are scattered
like eorn throughout that sunny land?
Il iint, then it has not been your fortune
to view the sparkling landscape of Hazel
ton, u quaint, quiet village, with modest
little hollies, whose white paint glistens
in the Himligld, and whoso gardens,
interned and orderly, exhibit Mushing
roses mid sweet-see ijtdd Mowers peeping
from midst dense masses of green foliage.
Home twenty years hack, there was
ated on the outskirts of Hszellon, a
vydooking mansion, surrouneed by
i of oaks and cedars which well
and the editioo from view,
i Hall had stood the storms of
ntum-s, but time seemed oulv to
’.lit) gloom of its surroundings.
<e whs square in form, with a
wing attached to itH eastern
is w ing exhibited great signs
and its mnldcring walls and
*ori windows enhanced the
torn surrounding the whole
ig wfti o the fortunes of th
oar to; hero were formulated
its whose execution had
JtolUiu, gentleman, from
Mverty and insignificance
lighrluKsl; and here was
he same maintained by
oendants, terminating,
ich we write, in Sir
mau who had just
ar; of fall statuic
'i, witli a face
s could either
•arklo with the
Imd evidently
S close-tiling
'ito for tlio
wife liav
xarriage
i of t.
<nd.
tlio
up
b
i
er
, and
.mg her
.■at odors
ere.
ding through
, clouds of smoke
jg himself up to (he
•deli love might beget
<Ol s.
,< sounded behind liim, ami
beheld his father.
"hug, Arthur!” said Sir
‘one. “I am glut 1
’ replied Ar
' his eyes,
' seldom
'ed nf
' me
niv plantat ion in Culm—my last resource.
Straighten out its affairs, which have
through iny carelessness liecome very
much confused, and sell it for what it
w ill bring, f have no doubt but the sum
realized will cover all my debts, and
leavoa handsome margin.”
A look of glad resolution lightened
the face of Arthur as lie replied:
“ f will run over to the Meadows and
■ce Lucy to-morrow, and then awav!”
Sir James turned slightly pale. Shad
ing lm black eyes with his hand from hit
son's gaze, he said:
“Miss Urey left town this morning, tc
visit her aunts in London: and besides,
Arthur, it is of the most vital importance
that you should depart this very after
noon.”
“ This very afternoon I” Arthur invol
untarily murmured, in a tone slightly
saddened, for his thoughts were rapidly
traveling toward Lucy, his love. Hous
ing himself from his gloomy reverie, lie
replied, with force of cheerfulness
“ Very well, father; l will leave a note
for Lucy in your eare, and this afternoon
shall sec ine off.” And with these words
on his lips, the young man retired tr
prepare for his journey.
For a few moments Sir Jumos Bolton
pulled desjicrutoly on his cigar. He was
reflecting, and, as the thoughts chased
| each other away, the varying expression
, of his face was marked and serious.
“ He is my son,” lie broke out fiercely,
' throwing his cigar far from him. “ God
i knows I love him, aiul faiu would spare
him, but, the hand of fate is closing about
me, and i must succumb. Heaven!’
he groaned, pacing up and down the
path excitedly. “What 1 suffer! And
for whom, for what? For Arthur! Ah,
if it were any other human being, 1
I could crush him to the earth from my
path with exultation! But now,” lie cried
pitifully, the color coming and going from
his face, “ I must stab my own tou’fc
; heart, to the core. Must i? Oh, how
i the chains drag mo to tlio ground! And
yet 1 n.ust have her. Love, love!” lie
continued, passionately, breaking from
his strain of remorse. “Wlint power ii,
this, wluit chains are these, that binds
mo to dishonor! Love and honor should
go Imnu in hand, but tint with me—not
t with rnol By Heavens!” he cried, rag
ing fiercely up and down, “I shal! have j
her!” Anil, with a glance toward tlio
blue sky above he fell on his knees and j
hissed, “1 swear it!”
chaim an it.
There was nothing particularly beau
tiful in Lucy Grey’s face or form—that
is. no physical beauty bit there
was a stamp on her oouiiteuauc© which
God alone had placed there—the stamp
of purity, truth, and virtue.
Since the sudden departure of Arthur
Bolton, a pensive sadness had weighted
the general buoyancy of her spirit; ever
since Sir .lames had called, and taking
her hand in his own, had gently said:
“Lacy, I have sorrowful news to im
part—news that will break your heart.
on.s* you boldly bare your shoulders to
t.* ’ urden. Prepare y mrself, uiy dem
friend to h ' hat T must r**it yen
/• i • ' Iloilo.. > . liis father, and
C ■ „.i he promised to make
l o wife!”
“i t t o not, will not, believe it!" sho
tjv c, rath head erect and eyas aflame.
! *wi V -h, d.l T s;- v y it
ii ;• o* u.wi u inil t he re
proachfully asked.
“Too true too true!" she wailed in
her heart; ami from that hour her cheer
fulness was gone, and a subdued aaduoss
took its place.
It seemed but natural that Hir James
Bolton should often call, and exert him
self to cheer her: but when, several
months later, he had gently asked her to
forget the disgraceful conduct of his
son. mid boeome his wife, she resolutely
declined.
“Never!” w as her quiet reply, and that
was the lust she thought, of it.
Hir James returned home from hi* last
visit in a very moody frame of mind.
For several hours he remained eloeeted in
his room, while a tierce battle raged
within his breast. He had in jured his
sou - had sent liim on a wild-goose chase
into tho very midst of danger had told
his intended wife the double falsehood
that lie was a thief and a villain had de
tained. read, and destroyed, tho loving
'otters directed to Lucy in liis care, and
-boidd he renounce liis purpose or
Ms villainy? His crime
'ring with it, for the
•going gentleman of
us had changed to a
i passionate man.
up now,” ho cried,
training straight
•low, now when T
miserv for her
>r and of my
V*
w this
■* re
liave suffered now for a long time—snf
fered through the cruelty and brutality
of-”
“Stop, Sir James!" flashed Lucy,
confronting him with scornful eyes. “I
did not come here to hear hit name
i dragged again in the mud, nor do I ask
for pity. lam a woman, sir, and as
such you should respect the motive which
prompted me to come here. Now, Sir
James,” she cried, advancing a step for
fsrd, while the color dyed her white
cheeks at the thought of her rashness in
being drawn into so delicate a position,
“you have stated that you had some
thing of importance to communicate to
me. What is it?”
Boldly her blue eyes mst the piercing
gaze rivited upon her. For a moment
Sir James paused; then, with an impetu
ous spriug, he caught Lucy by the hand.
In vain she strove to wrench herself from
his grasp.
“Cease!” he cried, in husky, passion
ate tones. “You must, you shall hear
me! Miss Grey—Lnov- darling- and
his hot lips almost touched the cheek
which had become os alabaster; “my
son has deceived, deserted you- tram
pled upon the tender iove of your heart,
and not only yours, hut mine—his fa
ther’s. Heaven!” here the strong man
shook as with palsy. “That my son
should he so base, so cruel! Lucy, the
sympathy which I, as liis father, have
felt for you lias turned to love—idola
try."
“Monster! away!’' she gasped, with n
convulsive spring backward, while her
eyes flashed, her checks crimsoned, and
her hinds were clenched. “You—lib
father—to insult me—let me pass!”
“Never!” he hissed, springing to her
side again. “If not with vour will, then
without it, you shall be my wife!”
And. suatchiug a moistened handker
chief which had Iksiii lying on the table,
lie pressed it firmly to her nose and
mouth. Tn a few seconds Lucy Grey
sank senseless to the floor. Gently lift
ing her in his anils, Sir dames carried
his senseless burden through the gloomy,
intricate halls fill lie stood before a heavy
door rusty with age. Unlocking it, lie
entered a large mom with diminutive
windows, through which a single ray of
light threw its halo over swords and
weapons mouldering into dust. De
positing his burden on a large square
bed standing in a corner of the. room he
silently withdrew,' and, an hour later,
was strolling moodily through the
garden below.
CHAI'TEK IU.
“Good morning, father!” exclaimed a
hearty voice, mid, glancing up, from his
paper, Sir Janes Bolton lieheld liis son.
Springing excitedly from his seat, he
exclaimed—
“ You, Arthur? Where—”
“Why, father, v cried Arthur, “you do
not seem very gl;d to see me.”
But Sir James recognizing las rash -
ness, had recovert <5 his self-control. Ex
tending his baud, no exeLouied.
“Pardon me. A hnr. but your return
was so unexvss b* t and s<> welcome.
• Enough, father dear,” the yminr'
man gently returned 'i know that 1 j
am welcome, especially when T have a j
satisfactory repea t of my work to hind .
it . But l can lot .m ■ with you long. |
Associations here are too sad, too bitter. !
And his blue eyes looked inconceivably
unhappy, for lie was thinking of her who
had written him soon after his arrival in
Cube, one tihort,' cutting note, declining
his love.
So it was arrang'd, greatly to Sir ,
James’ satisfaction, that Arthur should
start the next morning, to spend a few
years traveling in tin) new world
* * * * * " . *
It was evening. The clear blue sky
was studded with tvinkling stars, whose
soft glimmer melted into the stronger
halo of the moon. The garden of tli
Bolton mansion vas bathed in a grayish
mist, which flickered among the tall
trees, and cast weird shadows on the
old castle.
Arthur Bolton was slowly strolling
through the deep putlfc leading in and
out among the shrubbity. The lire of
liis cigar burnt fierccv as he pulled
nervously awav at it. Sow often ho had
walked here with burrant steps and
light heart, looking tdvard the future, |
w hen Lucy Grey was tohave become liia
wife!
“How cruel!’’ he mulunred. “Cruel
—cruel! Oh, how shal I bear it—how
shall 1 endure? Would to heaven that
here and now 1 oould lf‘ down the bur
den of my life and sin: into oblivion!
Luev. who was my life afd love—who is,
and ever shall be, nf love- is not
false- but the note!”
Hour after hour passei away, mid still
he staid. It was about nidnight that lie
stopped opposite the Midtower.
“Hark!” he exclaimed, springing for
ward and assuming a luteuiug attitude.
“Arthur! Arthur! Snve me!”
l.iko lightning liis blue ojes sent s
*u up to the window above, A white
fluttered a moment, aul then fell
'ct. Picking it up, In read in
nciled characters tie follow-
-sou finding this laudker
'ove of all you x>ld dear
l he next, tak* this to
’ton, and telllim that
•isoner, by !dr .lames
vm of the oil tower,
I shall not revive my
>me his wife,
further, Arthir Bol
od-hound tovird the
all now. Hsu luncs
ued that niglt bv a
hurriedly tirowing
shed toward he big
■or.
ild shriek, horprang
ash! And down ftew
i age, and ."Lr James
to glare through the
ur Lucy, tundlv
er's arms. while the
ses wore raining over
the brow, cheek and neck of her who
was lus life and love.
"Fiends!” screamed Sir Janies, while
the blood rushed in torrents to his
head.
With one wild bound Ihe old man at
tempted to reach the pair, but, falling
short, he tottered, fell, anil remained as
one dead.
Tenderly he was laid on the bed. Al
ready Artuiirand Lucy had forgiven him.
and for many a week, hung over his pil
low; and when he became convalescent,
none were happier than they. But the
punishment came. Sir James' sight had
gone in his illness, and henceforth, all
that made life worth the living to him,
was to sit between Arthur and Lucy, who
had become man and wife, with a hand
of each clasped tightly in his own, and
hear them declare their forgiveness ami
love.
■1" 1 '!■, JB 1
opium iiruiiKards.
The public were shocked, not long
since, by the account of the death of a
lady, the daughter of one of the most
eminent professional men in theoountry,
from an overdose of morphine. The
wretched story was published all over
the country. There is no impropriety,
therefore, in our pointing the young
girls who are our readers to its meaning.
The woman was young and beautiful.
She had high culture, and was by nature
gentle, and lovable. A few years ago
she began to take opium for some dis
ease, and soon became its victim. All
her struggles against it were in vain. At
an age when she should have been in
the full vigor of her womanhood, a
happy and retirod wife and mother, she
died alone, and her downfall and dis
grace were blazoned in every city of the
Union.
Opium drunkenness is said to bo on
the increase in this country, and it pre
vails largely among women. Very few
matrons or young ladies, when suffering
from weakness or nervous disorders,
would resort to brandy or w hisky. But
a dose of laudanum, or some other
anodyne, they regard ns harmless.
Physicians too, heedlessly prescribe
something which they vaguely call
“drops” to an overworked mother, or
young girt exhausted by incessant danc
ing and flirting, when the proper rem
edies would he a few weeks’ rest from
labor and cure, ami a more wholesome,
rational life.
American women are, as rule, en
ergetic. The busy housekeeper and the
eager belle, find resort to a seemingly
innocent little black bottle, when they
are “run down,” much easier than the
giving up of work, or the sacrifice of
balls and germans. Before they are con
scious of their danger, they are victims ;
to (lie most hopeless and terrible of ap- ,
petites—they arc opium drunkards.
Lt is probable that y 'c- s
ever become ad it : to > ;ns hal it i us I
been able, to conquer it. Do Q-iin -v !
wrote a book that tor i /mnitie horror .
and pathos, has not its like in literature,
to prove that it was no* ole to rise ••out '
h< ' but i . i ~'rnin, helpless ;
“‘•>t boi-i i~
The best lnonogtrti ... bio vnirnn j
habit written in Amend v?~ the ovl-r j
of a brilliant man of letters unticved j
n self cured, yet died its victim. Most
of our readers can recall at least one
opium drunkard whom they have known. 1
The livid, corpse-like skin, the glassy I
eye. the vague air of terror, are nnmis- j
takable. They are signs that the night- .
marc, life in death, has seized its prey,
ami is dragging it surely down to the
grave.— Youth's Companion.
- - I
Nerves.
Overstrained nerves are troublesome j
to tlieir unfortunate possessors unless I
they can succeed in forgetting them- j
selves. The nervous man’s our© lies
pretty much in his own hands. Excess !
of any kind is constantly tlio parent of •
nervous depression. So, too, are excit
ing amusements, such as gambling. Too \
much novel reading is an unsuspected ;
but often very powerful contributing ’
cause. Overwork, alas! is one which it
is not so easy to remedy as to denounce,
when “there’s little to earn and many to
keep,” and it often strains the nerves
and brains too heavily. What is some- ;
times ridiculed as “a hobby” is of the
greatest use to hard-worked men; music, !
gardening, a lathe, even rabbits or cana
ries will serve the purpose. The hobby
should be readily accessible, and for
most people inexpensive: but ic should !
involve au entire change of thought and !
occupation, and boas little connected as ■
possible with the individual's ordinary |
business or pursuit. A good hobby is ;
often a wonderful relief to the overtaxed ■
mind. Too littlo exercise and too much ■
tea ruin the nerves of many a woman. I
Men often try theirs by indulging too j
freely in the use of tobacco. Young men, !
and, above nil. growing lads are very j
unwise if they employ tobacco at all. j
The diabolical cruelty of frightening j
young children is almost certain to sow
the seeds of nervous weakness; so does !
harsh treatment in later childhood. Andi
overdriving and harrassing young lads j
and girls, whether at books or at work, ;
all tend iu the same direction. Competi
tive examinations have to answer for
some cases of enfeebled nerves. Simple
habits, moderation in all things, cheer
ful amusements or pastimes, and reason
ble care, will go far to prevent nervous
ness. But when it is confirmed, exc-rcise
and plenty of fresh air are the best rem
edies known.
The finest floors are said to be seen in
Russia. For those of the highest grade
tropical woods are exclusively employed.
Fir and pine are never used, as in conse
quence of their sticky character they at
tract and retain dust and dirt, and there- ,
by soon become blackened. Pitch pine,
too, is liable to shrink, even after being
well seasoned. The mosaic wood floors
in Russia are of extraordinary beauty.
How to distinguish a wealthy miui—
By the (Jrccsus in his face.
Mr. Weedles and His Girl.
The dress circle was adorned by a dys
peptic-looking girl, with big feet, who
had a brown wart on her face and a cer
tain look altont her which plainly told
that she was fresh from boarding-school.
Beside her sat ft long, gawky young
man, who was from the ceuntry, and
evidently smitten with the charms of
the young lady by his side, upon whom
he would ever and anon bestow die most
tender glances. During an intermission
in the play he turned to her, and, in a
voice as tender as a sirloiu steak, said :
“ Don’t yer think it’s awful warm iu
this ’ere theater, Miss Mary? ”
She let fall on him a languid, pitying
glance, and then replied :
“ Ah ! yes, there exists a certain de
gree of closeness which is deleterious tn
the comfort of one’s physical being;
but, my dear Mr. Weedles, you are no
doubt perfectly aware of tho fact that
chemistry teaches us that the exhala
tions of so many individuals carbonizes
the entire atmosphere, vitiating it to a
degree which renders it poisonous to the
respiratory organs, as well os to the
corpuscles in the blood, producing nau
sea, and in some cases syncope. You
can see at a glance, Mr. Weedles, that
this is caused by the lack of oxygen.”
“Yes, I know’em, that is, I've read
of ’em, but liain’t never seen any yet,
as I know on ; but when Bill Wilkins,
at tlieir protracted meeting down on
Goose creek, said that the heart was a
part of the stomach, I told him it was
t.lie dcrudest lie he ever spoke.”
“ Oh, dear! how absurd it was in him
to make such a statement. Why, don’t
you know that ‘the palpitation of the
viscus generates a subtle electrical force
which is the most mysterious, wonderful
and startling power which propels tlio
anatomy of the genus homo? ”
“I—l have—yes, I’ve lieern fell of it
afore, but I don’t stick myself up as
knowing every thing. I ain’t that kind
of a man. The folks Used to say—ami
was powerful proud of it—that I warn’t
no sloncher on grammer; but won’t
you have some peanuts, Miss Mary?”
and he wiped the cold perspiration from
his brow, and trembled with nervous-
ness.
“None, thank you, Mr. Weedles ;
peanuts Jiave a strange effect on my
gastronomical organs. ”
“ I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,
Miss Mary, because you recollect before
you went off to school that I used to
bring you peanuts, and we used to sit
astraddle the garden fence and eat them.
Don’t you remember how your old
mother used to say that new peanuts
were awful colicky ? Them were happy
days, Miss Mary,” and the humble lover
sighed as low as a note on a bass-fiddle.
“Oh, Mr. Weedles!” she said, blnsh
ingly, “ I want to ask you something.
Did you not say on one occasion that I
was possessed of a moiety of the divine
afflatus, and that you thought I was a
being entirely too seraphic and ethereal
to exist on this mundane sphere ?”
“ M iss Mary,” said the lover, and his
and breast hpnwd, ** it’s
a mean, underhand Tie. T never said a
word ag’in you in my life, and I’ll just
be eternally goldumed if I can’t just
naturally walk the log of any naan who
tries to scandalize me behind my back.
1 always said Miss Mary Jones was the
sweetest girl in the country, and—”
But the curtain went up, and the rest
of the conversation was lost in the crash
of the orchestra.
Fonetik Beading.
The komparison ov the fonetik method
ov reading with the old romauik iz al
most LCk the komparison ov errithing
with nutliing. Ln the fonetik sistem we
kail read eni word wo fA'nd with perfekk
eaz. In the romanik sistem we are not
sliure ov the pronunsiaslm ov even the
komon wurds ov the langwaje. It takes
seven long years tu learn tn be but a
poor speler, az it wer, in the romanik
sistem; and but three dayz, after master
ing the alfabet, tu learn tube a komplete
speler in the fonetik sistem. Kompair
three dayz with seven yearz. This repre
zentashn iz not overdrawn; but tu fail'll
understand it, it iz nesesori tu not kon
found speling with prommsiashn. Pro
nunsiashn iz wun thing and speling iz
another. If wuu noez how tu pronouns
the wordz ov the langwaje, he may learn
tu spel them fouetikali in a few ourz af
ter mastering the alfabet; but in the old
sistem it rekwA'rz about az long tu learn
tlie speling az the pronunsiaslm'. If the
langwaje wur printed fouetikali the spel
ing wud okupy skarsli eni tA'm at all,
and the pronunsiaslm m.xt 1 t• ■ 1
three tA’mz az fast az at prezen: Tins
wud be a saving ov more than at the
tz'm now uzed in learning the 1 uigwaje,
uearli all the tA’n in spolmg, an i near!:
wun forth the spase in print. J n poiu
ov ekonomi, nashonali konsnlered,
wud be a saving ov milyonz ov dolarz
anuali. Euuf tu reprint all ov the vo’ubl
old books meni tfmz over. The impui
tans ov speling reform slimlno be ov -
leokt, and no wuu shud refuz* tn asXn
himself praktikali tu the moavmcnl.
Each suLiskrAber for a paper h nl rAI,
sAn and send the foloing petisbn .u i>
editor.
“We rekwest the editor ov the pa
for which we subskrAb til insert : no.
az wun kolum ov fonetik print, m et
number, for the purpus ov teac mg r
nuusiaslm and asisting in tho jen
in trodukslm ova true sistim ov orib<
grafi.”—lV. J/. Gra-am.
Correct speech is such an in iispu.
ble mark of a lfulv or gentlemc i t at
cannot be too often repeated that t
true standard of pronunciation is cae la
which all marks of a particular place oi
birth and residence are lost, and u
which nothing appears to indicate tn; ;
habits of intercourse other than 'with tin"
weli-bred and well-informed wherever
they may be found.
“You don't know how glad amt
see you, Clara, dear.” “On, y f •),
replied Clara dear; -“Johnny U ,
that he heard you say you won:rathe
die than see me. ”