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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. -- ♦ ■ 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.