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VOLUME VI.
MY Wil l'.
Iff rEHPOU&E to heb stanzas, "my husband.”
Yfbut maiden in the days of jote,
gmote me with most tremendous power,
Inflicting pangs unknown before?
My wife.
fa ho pitied me in irty distress,
And, by one simple little “Yes,"
Changed all my woe to blessedrfess?—
My wife.
Whci did with look almost divine,
My soul in cords ot love entwine,
And gave her priceless heart for mine?—
My wife.
Who to the altar went with me,
Otlir hearts aglow with ecstacy,
And my good angel vowed to be?—
My wife.
faho, since I to the altar led
My blushing bride* and were said,
Has naught but blessings round nle shed?
My wife.
Who in our pilgrimage below
Has cheered with smiles the bassage thro’;
And ever faithful proved and true?—
My wife.
When pressed with sorrow, toll and cafes,
Who all my grief and trouble shares,
And half at least my burden bears?—
My wife.
When tempests rage arid billows roll,
And human passions spurn control,
Who calms the turfmlt of my soul?—
My wi e.
When storms are hiished and skies are bright,
And shadows dark are changed to light,
IVho joys Witn me in sweet delight?—
My wife.
Who \tas in youth th’ admired of men;
But now* at threescore years and ten,
Is far more beautiful than then?—
My wife.
As down life’s rugged steep I go,
With careful, trembling steps and slow,
Who clings to me and helps me through?—
My Wife.
Who, when my toilsome days are o’er,
Will meet me on blest Canaan’s shote;
And sing with me forevermore?—
My wife.
Harper's Magazine.
MISCELLANY.
THE TEST OE LOYE.
Nellie Yallance walked out of the
little church in P— with and ptoiid Step
and a light heart ; she had just become
Mrs. Loyd Whitlow. The husband was
fine-looking, moral intelligent, possess
ing friends wherever he chose to make
them, and was considered the most
popular man in the town. Nellie was
a pretty little creature, with an iflno
ceat face, and a smooth, round, white
brow, and light waves of fair hair,
which, with her clingingj child like
Ways, madej of her an indescribably
charming bride.
They made the bridal toiir find set'
tied down in Louisville, a very happy
couple. Yet, ere two months had passed
away, the little wife sat over her uni
tested breakfast with tearful eyes and
pouting lips, giving veut at laSt to a
torrent of tears;'
‘What in the is the matter V
inquired cousin Kate frozii across the
table.
‘I—I believe Lloyd is getting titled of
me,’ answered Nellie, Sobbing.
‘Nonsense, Nell ; you always were
such a sensitive plant. I can’t see that
you have any cause to make such an
assertion.
‘But I have * tills is tlie seednd morn
big ho has gone off without kissing
me, and—and enough more to make
nie know he does not love me as he
did.
'You ought to remember tl\at your
husband is one of those \Vlio attach lit
tle importance to outward show of af
fection. I am sure he does not loVe
you less because he forgets those little
hove Mike attentions, which, after all,
are of little consequence When orte is
sure of husband's affections.’
■‘But I am not at all sure;; that is just
it. And this very day I am to begin t 6
lest his dove for tnc ; if I succeed in
uukiug him jealous IMI believe helbves
me.’
‘Bather a difficult game to play,
Cousin Nell,; how are you going to-do
it?
Oh, it’s easy enough. You remem'
her Albert Weston ? lie is practicing
‘aw here in Louisville. I believe that
he possesses enough of the old affection
hur me, and just about little principle
enough to make him useful in the mat
ter. His manner when I have met him
bus annoyed me beyond measure. Pll
make use of it now.’
@je pxstimut Wmt§.
‘Well, Mrs. Nellie Whitlow, all I
hHve to say is, that you will very like'*
1? regret the day you planned this fool
ish little game/
r lo this Nellie only Answered :
‘l’ll write this minute and accept his
invitation to this evening/
Lloyd Whitlow was home that night
before Nellie returned. When at last
she did come she was in high spirits,
giving as a reason when her husband
rallied upon the fact that she had had
“ such a glorious drive with her old
lover.
‘Look out, little wife,* He said with a
rf’augh, ‘you thtew that old lover over
for me ; don't go to throwing mo over
for him/
‘Oh, stranger things have happened,’
f-ihe nnswed.
This conversation ettded in making
the husband unusually quiet, and the
wife very quiet.
* * * * * *
‘Darling/ Lldyd said laying down
his book one evening, about a month
afterward, ‘are you acting discreetly
in receiving Mr, Weston here as often
as you do V
‘I hope so, Lloyd.’
‘Well,’ he said, leaning over and
looking in his wife's eyes, ‘one ought
no’u to care for old lovers, I suppose,
when ho is sure that he is the only
lover now/
‘Oh !’ thought Nellie, ‘he is waking
up Ut last/
But she answered with a light laugh,
‘don't be too Sure of that/
He resumed his book immediately,
aind looked very grave, while the light
danced in eyes as she said to
herself ‘I believe mf plstri will suc
ceed !’
‘Nellie,’ said her Cousin Kate, as she
entered the parlor hurriedly, a few
weeks later,- and interrupted Her in the
niidst of ail old love song, while Mr.
Weston was ben ling over her at the
piano, ‘excuse niy troubling you, but
I must see you a moment/
Weston took out his watch, said
he oilght to h un gone half an hour
ago, and bidding them good evening,
he left.
‘Well, Katie, what is it ? What are
you looking so frightened about ? ’
‘Nellie Whitlow, you have gone far
enough in your test. As I came in
the front door, Lloyd passed me going
out. I never saw such a look upon a
man’s face. lie came from the back
parlor and must have heard all you
said. Oh # Nell, what did you say that
housed him to leave looking like that?
Did you know he was there ?
‘Of course I did ; but Weston did
not, and Lloyd did riot know that I
knew it. So I concluded to finish up
my task this evening. I did’nt commit
iriySelf either ; I only let Weston talk
his rionsense without rebuking him.—
So if you think Ltoyd i& really jealous,
l*d stop, for lam very tired of it, an i
to-night I’ll tell him all about it and
laugh at him. I do believe he loves
me Kate, and I am not a bit sor
ry for what 1 have done.’
‘You may be, before you are through
—Lloyd Whitlow is not a man to bo
tr.fled with, as I have told you dozens
of times; but you would have yCur own
way/
That evening the wife who had prom
ised herself so much happiness in con
fessing all to her husband, was walk'
irig the Boor, back and forth ; her lips
Were quivering, her hands working
nervously, and her face as white and
woebegone as three hCurs ot suspense
and agony coilld make it. Lloyd had
not returned. The clock struck 12.
With the first chime she threw herself
prostrate upon the floor.
‘Oh, niy love, rny darling ! r she
cried ; ‘so geuerous, so ready to shield
me, how can I live without yOri ? Aud
you are gone—gone awa} T ANARUS, Delleving
me guilty ! Oh, how utterly wasted
will my life be without you f‘
She lay there till morning, weeping
convulsively at intervals', and choking
with the flbod ot sorrow and remorse.
And theii ariotker thought tCok pos
session Of her. Suppose some harm had
come tb him. Sue could endure his
reproaches, his desertien, even, but
bevel’ the sight of him wounded or
dead for her sake. She would bear her
suspense do longer, she said; she
could know the worst by going to his
office and questioning the clerks, and
go she wouhl.
Before she reached the steet a sei*'
vant handed her a letter.
‘Left here for you this morning,
ma’am.’
Nellie retraced her steps hurriedly
and with trembling fiugers opened her
husband’s note. It was written the
evening before.
“I am going down the river for a few
days, to stay until I conclude how to
arrange affairs between us. I shall!
take steps to give you back your free
dom. Until then, try to act discreetly/
That was all ; not even a reproach,
believing of her what he did ; only
cold constrained words. And the bit"
ter part to her was,- that she knew her
busban<i‘s forbearance grew out of his
great love for her.
A week passed ;slic never wanted to
remember how.
‘Have you hear! from Mr. Whitlow ? f
she asked again of liis as she
had done every day since he left.
‘Yes; just received a letter. lie is at
Leavenworth/
Nellie turned away thanking him j
and with a lighter heart than she had
known for many a day. She decided
instantly to go to him, believing she
Could make all right if she could see
him. Four o'clock found her en route
for the village on the Ohio, on board
the steamer Gray Eagle. There was
an excursion party on board for the
same place, from whence they were
going to Wyandotte Cave. Many of
her werejn the party ,
and among them Weston. On arrivs
ing at Leavenworth she found that her
husband had gone down the river, but
would return in a day or two. Her
friends urged lier to join the party.—
She was willing to do anything to puss
away the time that would elapse be
fore her hdsband came, so went with
them to explore the renowned cave.
They had not been gone an honr
when Lloyd Whitlow returned to Leav
enworth Learning that one cf the
party just gone had been anxions to
see him. started after them on horse
back, little thinking that his wife was
of the party, yet faintly hoping that he
would hear from her. He overtook
them just as they arrived at Blueßiv"
er. Ilejwas astonished at seeing his wife
there, and only recognized her by a
distant bow. lie supposed that Wes
ton‘s presence was the cause of hers.
The fdrdirig place was a little high
now from recent rains ; the water was
muddy, too, and you could not see the
bottom, which right there was a level
rock extending across the stream, and
was several yards wide, but which had
an offset of a number of feet; yet in the
muddy high water it was safe enough
if one kept his on the road at the
other side and drove straight for it.
Lloyd was going over so Neb.
lie waited purposely to go in the last
buggy load. They were n<>t half over
before the horse frightened at the
splashing of the water behind him ar.d
reared, plunged, Upset the buggy in
the deepwater, and left the driver and
Nellie in a fair way to be drowned.—
The driver helped himself ; Lloyd was
rit Nellie's side in art instant.
To Nellie the chill ol the water scerm
ed like the visible presence Of death.
She did not scream ; she believed she
should drown, and the only pang to
her was the thought that she should
die unreconciled to Lloyd. But the
thoughthad scarcely become One ere the
strong amis of Lloyd Whitlow had
saved her. His heart went out to her
when he caught sight of her bloodless
face turned so beseechingly toward
him. They stood alone on the ledge of
rocks in the middle of the water. Nellie
spoke first :
‘Lloyd,' she said, ‘will you forgive
me. I am not so gililty as you suppose.
I love yon, so t came down here to find
you. And oh, Lloyd/ as she saw his
f ice softening towards her, you do love
me too ; you carinot say no I'
He laid his hand over the little fin
gers quivering so piteously, remeim
beted himself and drew away. His
voice was hard, as he said :
‘. I might have listened to you and
believed an explanation possible if I
had not found him with you to-day-.
‘Then why did you not let me die ?’
she moaned. ‘Why did you save my
life to torture me ?
And she commenced sobbing.
‘Woman this is acting. Have done
Wit h it!‘ was the husband's only an
swer.
Her excited sobs came faster. A
gleam of pity came into his eyes ; lie
hurried with her to the shore, wrapped
her in shawls provided by the compa
ny, placed her in a carriage and told
the driver to hurry with her to the
hotel, six miles distant; be would fol
low on horseback. As he put her out
of his arms, her great pleading eyes
turned toward him, searching for some
look of affection, some faint recogni
tion of all that she had been to him.—
But finding none, the anguish of her
disappointment broke forth in a single
word —‘Lloyd !‘
To his dying he never forgot that
cay. A slight quiver about the mouth
EASTMAN, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY IS, IS7B.
and a swift quailing of the eye were all
the signs he gave that he heard her.—
She knew that all was over between ,
them.
One thought took possession of her:
to act so that the company would sus.
pect nothing. So she declared herself
restored upon their arrival at the hotel
and insisted upon going with the party
into the cave.
At one o'oclock they started, with
lighted candles and guides. Weston
kept near Nellie ; Whitlow was here,
there, everywhere. He had become
interested at last with some magnifL
cent stalactites, and his party got far
ahead of him. lie discovered this and
hurried on, and when nearly up to them
his candle went out. lie went saunter
ing along until he came with n hearing
of the two nearest hinq and recognized
his wife and Weston.
‘You cannot deny/ Weston was
saying, ‘that you have encouraged me
to think that you cared for me, Nellie,
and by heaven 1 you shall not tell me
nay !‘
‘I confess to having done wrong. I
was so afraid I did not possess my hus
bands whole heart, that I determined
to test his love for me ‘by trying to
make him jealous/
'So you made a cat's paw of me !
Very kind, indeed, of you. May I
ask what prompted you to select
me V
‘Because you were respectable enough
in the eyes of the world to make it
look right, and you were unpiincipled
enough in to make it practicable, and
headless enoug to have no feeling in
the matter.,
'Then you love your husband ?’
‘Love him ? I idolize him 1 I would
give my life to occupy the place in his
heart I did a month ago. I love him
so well that 1 cannot imagine how
heaven would be heaven to me without
him/
‘That is enough Mrs. Whitlow. I
believe that you will enjoy yourself
more in his company than in mine ; so
I will step ahead and send him back
to you.’
Weston went on ; when out of the
darkness a pair of arms encircled her.
Nellie looked up, terror-stricken, and
Saw the face of her husband wearing
so different a look that she knew he
had heard all.
‘Nellie, darling, you are my own pure
wife after all, but you were very, very
indiscreet/
‘I was only trying to make you
jealous.’
‘And you succeeded with a ven
geance. I never ♦ bought my love need 1
ed that trial.’
‘But you acted so differently from
what you did before we were mar
ked.’
‘But you know I was your lover then
Nellie.,
‘Yes, Lloyd/ she said as she Clung
closer to him ; ‘and you are Infinitely
more to me now—you are my hus
band/
‘I believe t understand you/ he said
with a smile. ‘What you ask is easily
given ; suppose I commence now/
and Lloyd Whitlow clasped his little
wife to Lis breast and nearly covered
her with kisses.
‘fhank God, Lloyd, that wo once
more Understand each other. I will
re-pay you the pain I have cost you by
a life-time of devotion/
‘Which I must encourage by a lit'
tie petting now and then, eh said
Lloyd.
‘Yes, Lloyd, please/
That excursion party thought in the
morning that Mr. and Mrs. Whitlow
were the most matter-of-fact bride and
groom they ever saw ; but concluded
in the evening that they were the
most devoted.
Nellie‘s advice to newly married
wives is “don't test your husband's
love.’
Most people in cleaning lamp chim
neys, use either a brush made of bris
tles twisted into a wire or a rag on
the point of a scissors. Both of these
are bad, for without great care the
wire or scissors will scratch the glass,
as a diamond does, which under the
expansive power of heat soon breaks,
as all scratched glass will. If you
want a neat little thing that costs no
thing and will save half your glass, tie
a piece of soft sponge the size of your
chimney to a pine stick.
A country subscriber wants advice
on the best way to raise boys. It
depends altogether on how high he
wants to raise them. A number 12
boot might raise them a moderate send
off. Keep the jelly on the upper shelf
is also a good idea.
HOME.
Many parents find it extremely dif-*
ficult to make home attractive to their
children. The reason is, because they
have never tried the refining influence
of music. Home can and should be
made happy, regardless of all cost, as
the early home influences of each child
form the foundation ot his or her fu>
turc career in lile. Some parents seem
to think that, as long as they clothe
and feed the bodies of their children,
their parental duties are performed;
but this is a great mistake. While
they are very particular about feeding
the bodies,. they are utterly neglecting
the minds, which are constantly in
action, and must be occupied with
either good or bad, according to the
surrounding circumstances. If you
wish your children's mind to expand
with a knowledge of the pure and
beautiful, place pure and beautiful
things around them, such as books,
and above all things give
them music.
Who has not been held spell-bound
by the sweet and soothing influence of
music at some period of their lives?
They were melodies, perhaps, that
were learned in infancy, or sung by
beloved voices now sik-nt; and in
memory we live bygone days over
again, surrounded by images of past
affections and past happiness, and
awake at last from the play of fancy
as from the charm of a romantic dream.
There is no place on earth more fascia
nating than home to the husband and
father, tired out with the trials and
toils of the day, and as the shades of
night gently close o'er the earth, hush"
ing the busy hum of industry, and
while the spangled heavens, like a
benediction sweet, form a grand and
glorious canopy overhead, the family
circle naturally gather around the
music-stand, and drink of the delicious
strains until the mind becomes refresh*
cd, aud they retire to rest feeling in
harmony with the peacrful adornings
of nature, and perchance to dream,
during their undisturbed slumbers of
the quiet night, of heaven'y music in
the higher spheres above.
A Big- Bay’s Shoot.
Really, my boy, it ain't reasonable.
Let's go over to the Cosmopolitan and
take a hot Scotch and sit down by the
stove. 'Ron my word, it makes my
blood run cold to hear you talking
about hunting, and fishing, and pic
nics, and other summer luxuries and
the thermometer on the down grade
like a runaway stage team.
Ob, but this is honest; just as true
as that two and two make four.
I don't doubt your word, my boy;
but,honest Indian, your subject is not
appropriate to the climatic conditions.
But this is on the dead square.
Well, if you must, you must; but be
quick about it, for I am freezing to
death.
Well, you see, he went down on
Reeae river one of those hot days lust
week, and to which the frigid atmos
pherC of to-day is such a striking and
startling contrasty taking his gun along
in case he should see a feather or so.
You know snipe ain't usually very
plenty in this country, but, you may
believe it or not, the bank of the river
was just covered with 'em. He blazed
away, and blazed and banged and kept
shooting at them till ammunition gave
out, and when he came to count his
birds he had just 113 of ‘em.
You don't say! I did not believe
there were as many snipe as that in
Lander count}'.
Sure's you live! Well he brought
‘em home* and I met him coming up
the street, and he asked me to go up
to the house with him to see his game ?
and he would give me a few snipe for
breakfast. lie had the birds in two
barley sacks, and I, wanting to be
obliging—being as was going to give
me some snipe—packed one of the
sacks up to the house for him. When
we got there -we went into the kitchen
and he commenced emptying the sacks
out on the floor; and, you may believe
or not, just as you du'ned choose, but
out of 113 snipe every blessed one of
them, all but two, were mosquitoes—
two snipe and 111 m >squitoc-s.
Oh, yes, of course, I believe it. And
you're the man that intends to go on
probation in the church? Oh, no, I
ain't a bit dry; I've got an engage
ment; I want to go down town and
borrow a prospectus of the Paris Exn
position, and study up the schedule of
premiums for the best American liars.
Austin (Xev.) Eeveille.
Tiutli squashed to earth will get up
again !—Boston Pod.
Anecdote of Benjamin Franklin.
In 1123 or’24, when Franklin was
new in Philadelphia, he found employ
ment at his trade—of printer—with a
man of the name of Kelmer. Kelmer
was a well meaning man, but given to
visionary and unstable, and very apt
to leave the minor affairs of his busi
ness at loose ends. Especially in the
matter of proof-reading was he care"
less, and FVanklin, whoso habits of
care in those little things led him to
worriment over his master's derelic
tion, sought to correct him in this res
pect. lie urged upon him the necessity
of accuracy in all departments of his
profession. There could be no such
thing as being too careful.
‘Poo ! poo !' cried Kelmer. ‘I never
make any great mistakes. Little typo
graphical errors are to be expected.
‘Hut, said Franklin what you may
be pleased to term a very slight typo
pographical error, might make a most
ridiculous exposure.
‘Oh, never fear.'
Not very long after that, Franklin
thought he would give his master a
practical demonstration. A primer
then recently published iu New Eng
land, was reprinted in the office. A
paraphrase in verse of the 15th chapter
of Corinthians had been set up, and in
looking over the form before he struck
off the proof sheet for his master to
read, found the following verse :
When the last trumpet soundeth
We shall not all die $
But we shall be changed
In the twinkling of an eye.
Under the impulse of the moment
he took a bodkin and pulled out the
letter c, and spaced out the line. Then
he struck oft the proof and carried it
to Mr. Kelmer to read, and went home
to supper. Whether Franklin thought
of the matter again or not I do not
know; but when the primer was pub
lished there was a verse in it reading
like this :
When the last trumpet soundeth,
We shall not all die ;
But we shall be hanged
In the twinkling ot an eye.
Shortly after Mr. Kelmer was seen
tearing away among tho old proof
sheets to see if the trick had not been
played after proof had been read ; but
he found tho error at the start, and
was forced to admit that lie had care
lessly overlooked it.
An Understanding Arrived At.
About 10 o'clock this morning a
tramp went into a C street saloon and
devoted ten minutes in a very zealous
manner to the lunch table. By the
time he had masticated about a pound
of corned beef the barkeeper stepped
up and remarked:
‘lbis tabic is for drinkers/
‘Then why don't you bring on your
drinks? I've been here ten minutes,
and haven’t seen a drop of anything.
If it's a drinking table, where’s the
fluid?'
‘I mean it’s for the patrons of the
bar/ said the barkeeper.
‘Then why ain't they here? I s’pose
you mean that a man must spend mon
ey at the bar before he eats?'
‘Exactly/
‘That takes me in. I took a drink
here last summer and didn’t eat a
mouthful, and if I ain't entitled to a
lunch on that drink then this system
must be a failure all round.'
‘But the place has changed hands
since then/ said the barkeeper picking
up a bung starter.
‘Ah, indeed?’ replied the urbane
bummer; ‘that fact, as your gesture
would imply, raises anew and embar
rassing complication in our diplomatic
relations. I will, therefore, recede as
it were, from my original position and
await the assembling of the Peace
Congress/
He had been gradually backing to
ward the door as he spoke, and he
dodged out just in time to evade the
projectile hurled at him Il3’ the indig
nant saloonatic.— Va. {Neo) Chronicle
The London World tells an amusing
story of a coaching accident which once
happened to the late dowager Lady
Shelley (not of the poet's branch),who
died in 1813, and whose garden parties
at Fulham were so long a charming
feature of London society. Her coach
being one day upset, her ladyship and
her maid were thrown into a heap in
side, from tho midst of which after a
little while her ladyship's voice was
heard calling to her footman: ‘James!
James! pull me out! the black legs
are mine!’
In fleeing from his pursuers, a thief
slipped and fell 011 a piece of ice, and
was captured. This is what may be
fitly termed stern just-ice.
A fat office—The soap boiler’s.
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Where there's a will there's a way
for lawyer's foes.
A bird in the hand is worth two in
the'shell.— Whitehall Times.
Money doesn't make the man, but
twenty shillings make the sovereign.
Detroit has an A pplepie street, and
the upper crust don’t live on it, cither.
A young man's sweetheart having
soured on him, he now calls her his
sweet tart.
A thin man dressed in black, with a
white high hat, looks like a lead pen
cil with a rubber top.
# ■
A man in Baltimore has invented a
new paper collar, which he calls tho
‘Worm/ because it will turn.
A man is more than 5,000 times as
large as a cockroacli, but yet can only
run eight times faster, llow noble in
faculties I—
4*' ♦
‘This is not counterfeit, I hope/
said a lover,ns he toyed with his sweet
heart's hand. ‘The best way to find
out is to ling it/ was her reply.
It is said that the human system
changes with the seasons. We don’t
believe it. Refuse a man a free puff
in July and his system will jump to
December in two minutes.
It is now about time to start Spitz
dog stories, so hero goes: Yesterday a
Spitz dog bit a crippled saw horse, and
in less than half an hour that horse
was writhing in all the agonies of hy
drophobia.
■ — •*♦->
A New Jersey lawyer laughed and
chuckled just before he died. lie knew
his gait, however. Ilis wife and two
relatives have been driven insane while
seeking to divide the property accord
ing to his will.
The Paiis hotel keepers now charge
American visitors S2O for a ham sand
wich, but a toothpick that lias been
soaked in mackerel brine can be ob
tained in some places fjr half that
sum.
■ -■ ■
Order received by a rustic dentist,
which says: 'My mouth is three inches
across, five-eighths inches through the
jaw. Sum humoky on the edge. Shap
ed like a horse shoe toe forward. If
you want me to be more particular I
shall have to cum thar/
lie was a school boy of cloven, and
had a mind full of interrogation points.
When he asked his teacher, ‘Who was
Odes, and what was he cursed for?’
his teach' v 1 e r y split his head think*
ing before it occurred to him (hat his
pupil referred to Damocles.
It is lovely at the tender vesper hour,
when the rose fraught zephyr curls
the lakelet into ripples, and coquets
sweetly with the rose or oleander, as
the case may be, to sit and watch the
stars twinkling in their speres, to press
Geraldine’s velvety little hand and tell
her soft things to the tune of the peri
patetic organ-grinder.
A clergyman was once sent for in
the middle of the night by a lady in
his congregation. ‘Well, my good
woman, so you are very ill, and require
the consolation of religion,' said he.
‘No/ said the old lady; ‘l'm nervous
and can't sleep, and you always put
me to sleep so nicely when I go to
church I that want you to preach to
me/
Y lien aa edi‘or carefully contems
plates his subscription book and views
the vast number of delinquent subscri
bers enrolled thej>con, lie buries his
face in his hands, heaves a sigh that
sounds like the soughing of tho wind
among the pities of the mountain side,
and wishes lie were in heaven and had
the money for his clothes.— N. J. AV
publican.
3*o. 20.