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POETRY,
Lines Froau (itc German.
Since thy Father’s arm sustains thee,
Peaceful be;
AVI', n a chastening hand restrains thee,
It is He.
]< n0 v.- Tlis love in full completeness
v;;is the measure of thy weakness:
If thy spirit suiter sore,
Trust Him more.
AYitUouTmurmur, uncomplaining,
In His hand
L.,v whatever things thou canst not.
Understand,
Though the world thy folly spurneth,
Frmu'thy faith in pity turneth,
peace thy inmost soul shall till,
Lying still.
Like an infant, if thou thinkest
Thou canst stand,
Childlike, proudly pushing back
The offered hand,
Courage soon is changed to fear,
Strength doth feebleness appear.
In His love if thou abide,
He will guide.
Fcarcst sometimes that thy Farther
Hath forgot ?
AYhen the clouds around thee gather,
Doubt Him not.
Always bath the daylight broken—
Always hath IDs comfort spoken—
Better hath He been for years
Than thy fears.
Therefore whatsoe’er betidetli,
Night or day—
Know His love for thee provideth
Good alway.
Crown of sorrow gladly take,
Greatful wear it for His sake,
Sweetly bending to His will,
Lying still.
To IIis own tbe Saviour givetb
Daily strength;
To each troubled soul that liveth,
Peace at length.
Weakest lambs have largest share
Of this tender Shepherd’s care;
Ask Him not, then, “When? or “How?
Onlv bow.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
DAISY;
OR
THE INFANT HEROINE.
An Incident of the Seminole War.
BY .TAXES STURGIS BAYARD.
It was a smootli little grove in a
somewhat hilly district, with a dry
swamp on one side and a forest on
the other, where Captain Richard
Wade halted his command for the
the night. They had been out on a
reconnoisance, and had penetrated
farther into the enemy’s country than
they intended, rendnng it impossi
ble for them to rejoin the main army
under General Jessup befoie the
close of another day. Singularly
enough they had not met, nor eA’en
seen,' one of their dusky foes, who
had scoffed at treaties and roamed
wild and blood-thirsty during the
last few years amid the glades of
Florida, defying the choicest troops
of the Government to extirpate them,
laughing at the skill of generals who
have since made themselves immortal
by their deeds.
Stacking their guns, the weary
soldiers threw themselves upon the
greensward to enjoy the much needed
rest, while the negro cook made a
tire in a hollow and prepared coffee.
Some of the boys were roused al
most as soon as dropped however,
for guard mounting must be done
whether the soldier is weary or not.
Presently the coffee was passed
around, and the men ate their coarse
rations with an appetite sharpened
by a long and tedious march, forget
ting for the moment that they were
iu a country swarming with hostile
redskins.
The central figure in one group
was a slight, athletic young fellow,
Avitli a bright, handsome face, utter
ly guiltless of beard, that but for
exposure to the sun would have
been very fair aud tvhite. He was
the last man in the company that
you would have selected as a scout,
aud yet such he was iu every sense
of the word. Born on the plains,
bred in continual danger and experi
enced, ere he had seen a dozen years,
in the mysteries of woodcraft, he
Avas just the one to execute Avith
daring and cunning his perilous duty.
“How is it, Race ? Ho you ’spose
there’s any of them thievin’ hounds
skulking around here?” queried Cor
poral Jones, addressing the scout.
“It’s too still for much peace, we’ve
seen too few of the AtTetches, consid
ering the miles we travelled,” replied
Horace Wilson, modestly. “These
are the only signs, they may amount
to suthiu,’ and they mayn’t you
know.”
“Where’s Wilson? I want Wil
son!” sounded the captain’s voice, a
few yards aAvay.
“Here, sir !” answered the scout,
jumping up and running towards him.
“There are in the camp, a couple
of hunters ; I Avant you to hear their
story,” said the commander, as he
turned and walked toward his quar
ters. Wilson nodded and followed
him in silence.
Reaching the little shelter tent
which had been hastily throivnup for
the use of the officers, and dignified
Avith the name of “quarters,” the
scout beheld tAvo bronzed, bearded
men of middle age, clad in the garb
of trappers. Pausing, he gazed up
on them steadily for a minute, and
then dropped unconcernedly upon
the ground.
“Teli us your story once more, if
you please,” said Captain Wade, ad
dressing the elder of the two men.
“It aint on story, it’s a pesky fact,”
replied the hunter. “The long and
short of it is just here, thar’s a band
of red devils between you and your
gineral, an’ yer can’t get through ’em
’thout getting cut all to bits. They’ve
sot down on the edge of Michly Pond,
and they mean to stay thar, I reckon.
Yer can get round ’em, perhaps, by
a long march, but it’ll take A*e three
days sartin, and then your main
army’ll be a good pull to the south-
’ard of you.”
“How many Indians are there ?”
asked the scout.
“Nigh onto tAvo hundred.”
Wilson reflected a moment, his
keen eyes scanning closely the face
of his informant. There Avas some
thing about the face of the man he
did not like.
Captain Wade glanced anxiously
upon his trusty friend; the thought
of being entrapped in this Avay morti
fied him deeply.
“Do they know we are here?”
asked the scout, at length.
“Yer’ve got me now,” answered
the hunter, Avith a sneering grin.
“We didn’t stop to hold much palav
er with ’em, it was as much as we
could do to save our scalps.”
“Did they chase you ?”
“No, they never smelt us, but it
was a narrer ’scape.”
The scout made a motion which
the captain understood, and the lat
ter arose and followed him out of
the tent.
“What do you think of these men,
Wilson?” queried Captain Wade,
when out of hearing.
“I believe they are poor white
trash, horsethieves, liars, perhaps
spies. I know most of the hunters
"around these diggins, but these men
are strangers to me, and have not the
air of fuli-bred trappers. I advise
you to keep watch over them, cap
tain.”
“You speak my thoughts exactly,
hut Avhat of their story?”
“That bothers me,” rejoined Wil
son, scoAvling. “It may be true, it
may be an ambush. I don’t knoAv
whether to belieA r e it or not; but 111
tell you Avliat 111 do, you keep these
fellows close, and I’ll take a tramp
to the pond. I can get back by sun
rise.”
“It’s a heavy tax on you, my boy,
but we cannot do better. Look out
for yourself.”
The captain wrung the young
man’s hand, and the latter with rapid
strides vanished in the darkness.
When the captain returned to the
tent, he found that the visitors had
gone, which increased his suspicion
and made him very uncomfortable.
“Why did you "let those felloAvs
go,lieutenant?” he demanded, sharp
ly. “Where are they now ?”
" “You did not tell me to detain
them, sir. They are about the camp,
I suppose,” returned Lieutenant Ew
ing.
The captain rushed out, summon
ed his orderly, and caused an instant
search to be made, but- without 'suc
cess, the men had vanished as sud
denly as they came. Much distur
bed,"and wondering what their pur
pose could haverbeen, Captain Wade
ruturned to his tent to pass a sleep
less night.
Iu the meantime, the scout had
hurried ou through marsh, forest and
brake, eager to ascertain the truth
in regard to what he had heard.
Occasionally he Avas obliged to pause
and consult"his pocket compass, for
the night was dark as Erebus in the
forest, where the faint light of the
stars could not penetrate. Each
time, of course, he had to light a
match and this was hazardous, as it
might reveal him at once to a hid
den foe, but he used every possible
precaution to prermnt this, and trust
ed the rest to luck. At length, after
hours of travel, he enterd a little
valley and dropping upon his hands
and knees, moved. silently over the
greensward, pausing to listen. For
a time every tiling Avas still, then he
distinctly heard the sound of human
breathing.
“It must be very near,” bethought,
and softly placing himself flat on his
face, listened again Avith every nerve
on the alert.
Regularly, gently like a zephyr
came each respiration.
“No infernal copper-face ever
breathed like that,” reflected the
scout wonderingly, and to prove his
confidence in his belief he put forth
his hand, and it came in contact
with a soft, chubby face. Reaching
further, he soon found that it a was
short little body, unmistakably that
of a child. This fact com’incedhim of
three things; that there was a camp
nearby, that the child was a prisoner,
that he Avas in danger. . He wished
to arouse the child, but it Avould be
extremely perilous; she, he knew it
Avas a girl by her garments, might
scream and bring a horde of savages
doAvn upon him in an instant. Still,
foolish as it appeared, he could not
conquer the desire to aAvaken her,
apd after a moment’s cogitation he
resolved to do it. Taking the little
form in his arms, he tenderly kissed
the round face and whispered, using
the first name that came to his mind:
“Keep still, Daisy, don’t speak.”
She awoke at once, and flung one
little arm aroud his neck.
“Where be Ave, Nina ?” she asked,
in a faint voice.
“Hush! I am not Nina, I am a
kind man, Injun. Speak Ioav and
tell me where your Nina is.”
“OA’er there, with the old red avo-
men and big men.”
A novel idea, ay, a wild whim fieAv
in upon the mind of the scout. It
seemed a night of vagaries with him.
“Can you find her alone ?”
“Yes, I guess so. I don’t know
how I came here though,” she replied.
“How did you know my name was
Daisy?”
“I’ll tell you sometimes. Noav lis
ten to me. Could you cut with a
knife? Are you strong enough?”
“Yes, I be.”
“I must be crazy, but I’ll try it if
I lose my hair,” thought the spy, and
taking a very sharp clasp knife from
his pocket he said: “Noav take this,
go to Nina, lay down beside her and
make belieA r e asleep. Do you under
stand ?”
“Yes.”
“Then cut the cords around her
wrists and ankles and wake her up.
By that time I will be right behind
you, and take Nina away from the
wicked men.”
“Aud me, too ?”
“Yes, and you, too. Can you do
as I have told you?”
“Yes, I can.”
The little fairy clasped the knife
in her chubby hand and trotted off
toAvard the Indian camp. Wilson
drew a long breath, reproached him
self with such elegant names as
blockhead, fool, ninny, ignoramus,
idiot, and then crawled along in the
wake of his little messenger.
Was eA'er a Avilder project conceiv
ed in any brain ? He knew the risk
he Avas incurring, but something
seemed to Avhisper of success. The
child would not be noticed by her
captors, and if she had intelligence
enough to comprehend all that had
been said to her, and courage enough
to act, all Avould be well. Eoav chil
dren of her age possessed these
qualities, but she might be one of
them. Moments passed iu oppres
sive anxiety to the man stretched
upon the ground Avithin ten feet of
red sentinel. The child passed the
line and turned to the left. The In
dian guard grunted, but offered no
objection; she Avas a somnambulist,
and his superstition endowed her
with spirit qualities; she might go
where she liked. Again minutes
passed. Like a snail Wilson glided
to the left almost under the eye of
the sentinel, and soon came opposite
to the wigAvam Avhere Daisy had en
tered. The suspense uoav became
unbearable, SAveat rolled down his
face in great streams; his heart
beat tumultuosly; ’tAvas the strangest
experience in his chequered life.
Anon, he heard a slight rasping, then
the wigwam parted in the rear and
a human form crawled slowly out.
So far all Avas Avell. Tremulously he
awaited her approach, Avondering if
the plan coaid succeed after all.
Gradually she neared|him, he took
her hand, Nina’s hand, and pressed
it encouragingly. Daisy clinging
close to her sister’s neck remained
very still. With a snake like mo
tion the maiden and the scout trailed
on, he listening at inter\'als to see
if their escape had been discovered.
But all was still, and he praised God
in his heart. At length, they were
far enough from the camp to walk
erect, and the maiden said, in a
sweet voice:
“Hoav can I ever thank yon for
this kindness ? Hoav strange it all
is. Hoav did you dare to trust this
child to do such a work ? What put
the idea into your head ?”
“Angels, miss, I think, for after I’d
set out I called myself a fool. I
sesraed to feel though when I dis
covered Daisy that she had a. friend
in captivity. I don’t knoAv what
made me, but I did.”
-There was little time for talk now;
they were not beyond the grasp of
their foes and every energy must be
given to getting further aAvay. Wil
son took Daisy in his arms, and pres
ently she was sound asleep, her little
head curled under his neck, while
Nina walked along by his side
through the darkness. Suddenly the
scout’s keen ear detected the sound
of approaching feet. Bidding Nina
sink doAvn upon the ground and
keep very still, he took up his posi
tion behind a tree and listened. The
tramp now became more audible,
but fortunately the persons were not
approaching them. Still their con
versation could be plainly heard by
the scout and his heart gave a great
Teap as he recognized the voice of
the hunter.
“Wilson is here- somewhere; the
old man sent him off, I’m sartin. If
we can catch him, and hold Wade off
Avith his cussed soldiers until Big
Hand gets doA\m here with his war
riors we can bag ’em all.
“So that’s your game, vou-black-
hearted scoundrel!” thought W ilson,
clenching his fists.
“We can, any way, even if Wilson
gets across to Jessup, for then Wil
son can’t get back to Wade before
day after to-morrow, and Big Hand
will be here before that time,” an
swered his companion.
“So the story of hoo hundred In
dians was a lie. Just wait, you
treacherous sneaks: there is lead
cooking for "your reflected
the scout, his every nerve beating
Avith resentment.
They now passed out of hearing,
and satisfying himself that he could
safely proceed, Wilson whispered to
Nina, and once more they resumed
their tedious march. An hour pass
ed, the sun arose and the scout with
an exclamation of mingled horror
and mortification, realized that he
had been traveling in a circuit, that
lie Aras upon a point of land within
fifty rods of Michly Pond. He glanc
ed upon Nina as if mutely imploring
her forgiveness. She saAv that he was
troubled, and her blue eyes glanced
SAveet sympathy.
“I have brought you back into
danger,” he said in an agitated whis
per. “W r e ave nearly at the same
place we started from. I have wear
ied you only to give you despair
again! Oh heaven how could I have
made such an awful mistake?”
“You have done your best for us,”
she ansAvered quietly. “Do not re
proach yourself. It is not strange
that you lost your way in the dark
ness. I am not afraid. I have seen
darker hours than this.”
And tears came into her eyes as
her mind reverted to that dreadful
scene when “the noble red man of
the forest” burned her home and
slaughtered her aged parents before
her eyes.
“They shall not have you or Daisy
again, curse them!” muttered Wilson,
his fine dark eyes scintillating with
determination. “There is a swamp
behind us which Ave skirted during j
the night, I will hide you there.” i
“And you ?” she questioned, a look 1
of solicitude coming over lier pale, j
beautiful face.
That glance Avent to his heart and
aroused strange emotions there.
“Cod bless you for the thought,
but I can look out for myself.
Come.”
Ha hurried her away to the mo
rass, and finding a clump of trees,
which Avitli clinging vines formed a
natural arbor, he left her therein,
giving her a couple of biscuit, and
bidding her remain until ho should
come for her. It Avas a frightful
abode, but snnkes and lizards were
companions more merciful than the
“poor abused red man” of whom ig
norant theorists sing.
The scout had hardly left his fair I
charge, ere a terrible sound struck
upon his ear—the sound of the blood
hound’s voice, and he knew that the
‘wily Indians had discovered his
proximity.
“He shall follow my trail!” thought
the intrepid young man. “Her life
is worth more than mine! I’ll meet
this demon dog jaw to jaw, and save
her!”
He sprang fonvard into a run, and
as he turned the point of land, and
came upon the shore of the pond, he
saw the infuriated beast coming to
ward him, taking yards at a leap, his
black jaws dripping froth, his red
tongue lolling out, his eyes blazing.
Dropping upon one knee and lev
elling his revolver, Wilson Avaited
with nerves steeled to the ordeal, the
onslaught of the hound. But there
were other fiends coolly waiting to
take his life, and Avhom he did not
see. In the bushes at the left were
the two renegades, and a companion
as low—as dead to every human
feeling as themselves.
On rushed the dog—the scout
pulled the trigger of his revolver and
a bullet crashed through the brute’s
head. At the same instant one of
the wretches in the brake fired at
the devoted scout, but the ball whis
tled harmlessly by his ears.
The hound lay writhing in his last
agonies.
Wilson now arose and turned to
fly, for he knew that he was no match
for his three enemies, when a series
of blood-curdling yells broke upon
the air, and a score of painted fiends
surrounded him! Resistance were
useless, so folding his arms he gazed
undauntedly upon them.
The treacherous hunter hastened
forward, his face Avrinlded with wild
glee, pausing in front of the captive,
tauntingly said:
“You’ve lieerd your dad tell ’bout
thrashing Jim Eggers once, haint
you, you putty-faced fool! Wal I’m
Jim, an’ I’m going to roast you to
pay for it, I am. I never goes back
on my word. You’ll sputter and fiz
zle first rate, you will.”
“You are a liar, a thief, a coward.
I’d rather die a man than live to be
such a dastard as you are!” replied
Wilson with ringing, deliberate ac
cent.
“Cuss ye!” howled Eggers, and
struck the scout a stinging blow in
the face.
It was his last! Before Wilson
could resent the insalt, a ball from
an unseen rifle pierced the renegade’s
brow and he fell back dead! Ere the
others could recover from their
amazement a second, third, fourth,
fifth report broke upon the air, and
four Indians dropped dead! Again,
another thunderous volley, and a
dozen savages went down.
“Hurrah ! I know those voices!”
shouted Wilson, springing away from
his captors and levelling his pistol.
Frenzied atjthe thought of losing a
subject for torture the remaining
redskins sprang upon him with hatch
ets and tomahaAvks, but the roar of
musketry in their village turned
their attention to their squaws and
papooses, and leaving him, they ran
yelling a%vay. But ere they had tak
en ten steps, a platoon of blue coats
appeared before them, and at the
point of the bayonet they were driven
down into the pond. Not one came
out alive.
“You’ve done nobly, Jones, nobly!”
cried Wilson, clasping the corporal’s
hand.
“The captain w r as mighty oneasy in
his mind, you see, and he reckoned
we’d better just march along, and so
we did. It did happen about right,
old boy, that’s a fact.”
And Jones grinned all over his
poAvder-be-smeared face, and then
hurried his men to the Indian vil
lage, where the battle was still in
progress.
The scout with joyous beating
heart, hastened to the swamp and
rescued Nina and Daisy from their
unpleasant position.
“You’re safe now, dear lady! Our
boys in blu i ave masters of the field
by this time!” exclaimed Wilson,
pressing her hand in his delight.
She blushed beautifully and join- .
ed in his enthusiasm with a tremu
lous voice. Hoav lovely she was!
It seemed to him that he could never j
tire of gazing upon her placid face, j
or listening to her sweet voice.
When they readied the camp of :
the redskins the engagement was !
over and the soldiers were congratu- j
lating each other upon their victory,
and their small loss of life, Avliile the
squaws Avent about tearing their hair
and slnieking and moaning most
dismally.
As Wilson approached with his
fair compaion and her pretty little
sister, Captain Wade drew near him \
with eyes full of pleasant wonder. i
“Yon have some lovely prisoners, j
Horace !” he said, gallantly raising J
his cap.
“He has restored two lives to hope !
and sunshine!” said Nina grateful- ’•
iy.
The scout remembered those words \
for many a day. Nina and Daisy !
accompanied the soldiers on their j
march to the main army, and were ■
furnished with transportation to
their friends, whom they had not r
seen for tAvo years. Nina was very !
pale and still when she bade Horace ;
adieu, but he could not find courage :
to say what was on his mind. In
September, 1827, the chiefs Philip
and Ucher Billy Avere captured along
with a hundred warriors, and after
that many other Seminole leaders
surrendered at discretion. At last •
by strategy Osceola, Alligator and '
six others in authority, with many !
braves, were seized, and the long j
Seminole war was at last virtually
ended. Then Wilson fired Avith a
new ambition, gave up his wild life,
settled down into mercantile pur
suits, and the last I knew of him he
was living very happily with Mrs.
Nina Wilson, once Nina Lake.
A Sunday Hint for Children.
MBS. S. I. SPALDING.
Married Life.
This is good counsel from a wife
and mother:
“I try to make myself and all
around me agreeable. It will not do
to leave a man to himself till he comes
to you, to take no pains to attract
him, or to appear before him with a
long face. It is not so difficult a
matter as you think, dear child, to be
have to a husband so that he shall
remain forever in some measure a
husband. I am an old Avoman, but
you can still do what you like; a word
from you in the right time will not
fail of its effects, what need have you
to play the suffering victim? The'tear
of a loving girl, says an old book, is
like a dewdrop on a rose; bnt that on
the cheek of a Avife is a drop of poi
son to a husband. Try to be cheer
ful and contented, and your husband
will be so: and*when you have made
him bapppyyou will become so, not
in appearance bnly, but in reality.
The skill required is not so great.
Nothing flatters a man so much as the
happiness of his wife; he is alw r ays
proud of himself as the author of it.
As soon as you are cheerful, you will
be lively and alert and evety moment
will afford you an opportunity to let
fall an agreeable word. Your educa
tion, which gives you an immense
advantage, mil greatly assist you.
There are parents who are some
times perplexed between their de
sire to have the Sabbath quietly kept
in the spirit of the day, and the fear
that the chariot wheels of the Lord
may seem to the young people to
drag heavily, and the day, instead of
being a delight, may become a wear
iness. We knew three children, eight,
ten, and thirteen years of age, who
have found one or two ways of em
ploying Sabbath evenings, which in
terest them, and readily enlist their
grown-up friends. One of.these meth
ods is to see how many Bible names of
persons can be recalled, beginning
with a certain letter, say A. Each
person mentions a name in turn,
and when he cannot think of any,
the letter ends with him, and every
one is anxious to avoid this defeat.
If any one give a strange name, he
is liable to be challenged to say who
the person is, and where any account
of him may be found; and if he has
made a mistake, he is out of the cir
cle for that letter. This tests one’s
accuracy of memory in scripture
names.
Another interesting and profitable
amusement is for one of the compa
ny to choose a scriptural character,
and the others to ascertain, in the
course of twelve questions, who it
Avas. The first question is, “Is it
found in the Old or the New Testa
ment ?” But such questions as, “In
what book of the Bible do you find
the character?” must not be allowed
until the tenth question has been
reached, as it throws too much light
on the subject. It is surprising how
soon some one of the company will
get a clue even to the most ingenious
and difficult selection; while, on the
other hand, it is mortifying to find
how often the apparently well-in
structed stand convicted of ignorance
of scripture history.
Plnck.
The hopelessness of any one’s ac
complishing anything without pluck
is illustrated by an old East Indian
fable. A mouse that dwelt near the
abode of a great magician was kept
in such constant distress by its fear
of a cat, that the magician, taking
pity on it, turned it into a cat itself.
Immediately it began to suffer from
its fear of a dog, so the magician
turned it into a dog. Then it began
to suffer from fear of a tiger, and the
magician turned it into a tiger. Then
it began to suffer from its fear of
huntsmen, and the magician, in dis
gust, said, “Be a mouse again. As
you have only the heart of a mouse,
it is impossible to help you by giving
you the body of a nobler animal.”
And the poor creature again became
a mouse.
It is the same Avith a mouse-heart
ed man. He may be clothed with
the powers, and placed in the posi
tion of brave men, but he will al
ways act like a mouse; and public
opinion is usually the great magi
cian that finally says to such a per
son, “Go back to your obscurity
again. You have only the heart of
a mouse, and it is useless to try to
make a lion of you.”
The Shreds.
Once upon a time there was a
maiden who was very pretty, but
lazy and careless. When she used
to spin, she was so impatient that,
if there chanced to be a little knot
in the thread, she snapped off a long
bit with it and threw the pieces
doAvn on the ground near her. Now
she had a servant-girl, who was in
dustrious, and used to gather to
gether the shreds of thread, clean
them, and weave them, till she made
herself a dress with them.
And a young man had fallen in
love with this lazy maiden; and their
wedding-day was appointed. On
the evening before, the industrious
servant girl kept dancing about in
her fine dress, till the bride exclaim
ed,—
“Ah ! how the girl does jump about,
Dressed in my shreds and leavings!”
When the bridegroom heard this, he
asked the bride what she meant,
and she told him that the maid had
worked herself a dress ■with the shreds
of thread which she had thrown
away. As soon as the bridegroom
heard this, and saw the difference
between tbe laziness of his intended,
and the industry of her servant, he
gave up the mistress, and chose the
maid for his wife.
A professor of physiology, in ex
plaining to a class of female students
the theory according to which the
body is renewed every seven years,
said, “Thus, Miss B., in seven years,
you will, in reality, be no longer Miss
B.” “I really hope I shan’t,” de
murely responded the young lady,
casting down her eyes.
If you cannot be a great river,
bearing great vessels of blessings to
the world, you can be a little spring
by the wayside of life, singing mer
rily all day and all night, and giving
a cup of cold water to every weary,
thirsty one who peases by. -
It is not to sweep the house, and
make the bed, and dam the socks,
and cook the meals, chiefly that a
man wants a wife. If this is all he
needs, hired help can do it cheaper
than a wife. If this is all, when a
vonng man calls to see a lady, send
him into the pantry to taste the
bread and cakes she has made; send
him to inspect the needleAvork and
bed-making; or put a broom into
her hands and send him to Avitness
its use. Such things are important,
and the wise young man will look af
ter them.
But what the true man most wants
of a wife is her companionship, sym
pathy, courage and love. The way
of life has many dreary places in it,
and man needs a companion to go
with him. A man is sometimes over
taken with misfortunes; he meets
with failure and defeat; trials and
temptations beset him ; and he needs
one to stand by and sympathize. He
has some stem battles to fight with
poverty, Avith enemies and with sin ;
and he needs a woman that, while
he pats his arms around her and
feels that he has something to fight
for, will help him fight; that will put
her lips to his ear and whisper words
of counsel, and her hand to his heart
and impart new inspirations. All
through life—through storm and
through sunshine, conflict and victo
ry, through adverse and favoring
winds, man needs a woman’s love.
The heart yearns for it. A sister’s or
a mother’s love will hardly supply
the need.
Yet many seek for nothing further
than success in housework. Justly
enough, half of these get nothing
more; the other half, surprised
above measure, have gotten more
than they sought. Their wives sur
prise them by bringing a nobler idea
of marriage, and disclosing atreasury
of courage, sympathy and love.
There is an old illustration of the
way in which the farmers are made
to bear the burdens of the commu
nity, taken from an English tavern
sign which we have lately seen re
produced and applied to the present
state of affairs with telling effect.
The sign in question was knoAt'n as
the “Five Alls,” and bore in five
compartments five symbolical figures
with their appropriate mottoes; in
the first, a king in his robes Avith the
legend, “I govern all;” in the sec
ond, a bishop in pontificals, with
the motto, “I pray for all;” in the
third, a lawyer in his wig, with the
motto, “I plead for all;” in the
fourth, a soldier in regimentals, with
the motto, “I fight for all;” in the
fifth, a poor countryman Avith scythe
and rake, and the motto, “I pay for
all.” In A’iew of this, it seems im
possible that the agitation now go
ing on among the farmers shall be
confined or circumscribed within
such narrow limits as to exclude it
from the field of politics—using that
term, of course, in its better and
higher signification, as synonymous
with statesmanship and the science
of government, Avithout reference to
mere party.—Baltimore Sun.
Religions Sweeping.
There is poetic cleaning and un-
poetic cleaning; religious and irreli
gious dusting. If Bridget has no
touch of poetry in her, no sense of
ideal beauty, no conception of a
principle presiding over her menial
occupation, she will not do the work
properly; she will sweep the dirt
into the corners and leave it there;
she will cast no glance under the ta
bles or behind the sofas; she will
not take the trouble to lift the mgs
and shake them out of the window
in the air. But let her feel that
there is a principle in her work, that
her work is as susceptible of being
perfectly done as the painter’s work
is, or the poet’s or the waiter’s, she
will no longer be slatternly or
careless; the dust will be swept out;
the rugs will be shaken and aired;
the brash will go behind the screens
and beneath the mats ; thus will it
appear that she has been converted
to religion; has left the touch of an
ideal world.
Perspiration.—The unpleasant
odor produced by perspiration is
frequently the source of vexation to
persons who are subject to it. Noth
ing is simpler than to remove this
odor much more effectually than by
the application of such costly un
guents and perfumes as are in use.
It is only necessary to procure some
of the compound spirits of ammonia,
and place about two tablespconfuls
in a basin of water. Washing the
face, hands, and arms with this, leaves
the skin as clean, sweet and fresh
as one could wish. The wash is
•perfectly harmless, and very cheap.
It is recommended on the authority
of an experienced physician.
“Your honor,” said a lawyer to a
Judge, “every man who knows me,
knows that I am incapable of lend
ing my aid to a mean cause.” “That-
is so,’«said his opponent, “the learn-:
ed gentleman never lends himself ta
» mean cause, he always gets cash
down.”
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