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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, QA„ SATURDAY MORNING, APRIL 16, 188W 3 A COL JODSON OF ALABAMA; Sootberner’s Experience in New York City. BY V. MAH. [Copyrighted by the Author.] CHAPTER X. The Colonel grandly unconscious that any thing more was required of him by the Gipps people than to pay for his room promptly in advance and behave himself like a gentleman and a Christian, never doubted bnt that he was perfectly free to come and go as he pleased: and recent occurrences fortunately rendering his presence In the city no longer necessary till September, on leavfi g Fire Island he pro seeded to the Gipps mansion to give np his room and remove his baggage. He found Miss TUlie’s thoughtful little card on the door-bell, found tbe keys at the drug store on the corner, found his trunk in his room where be left it, hired an expressman to remove it, and returned the keys to the drug store with a note of explanation and farewell to the Gipps; and never did he expect to be hold them more. This alias experience was too odious to remember, and he was glad the chapter was ended forever, and he was once more Colonel Jenson op Alabama. He started with his wife for the Catskills the same day (his daughter having preceded them), and on Tuesday afternoon, about five o’clock, he reached bis final destination—Van Tassel’s—a breezy, elevated summer boarding bouse amidst fine groves, in the very heart of the mountains, commanding a fine view in every direction. On a great semi-circular sign over the pic turesque gate-way was the name, in great black letters, perseveringly touched up every year, “Pleasant View House,” the product of the whole Van Tassel intellect and ingenuity, and a frightful waste of brain-power and black paint, as nobody would ever call the house anything but “Van Tassel’s," or, more dis couraging yet, “Dave's," as the country peo ple had it, l)ivid being tbe chief of the tribe. One very beautiful blonde young lady sat on tho front piazza in a red wicker rocking-chair; and one extremely good lookiner, tall, blonde young man stood leaning up against the near est post looking down upon the blonde young lady. “Oh! I love it here at the North!” the young lady was saying. “Rut you can’t think how strange it seems to me—white people waiting on the table or sitting on the coachman’s box Just then Mr. Stephen Ilasbrouck’s two- seated buck-board containing the Colonel and Mrs. Jndfon wi und slowly np the .Vo pasesnt to the Pleasant View frouse, and the young lady eagerly arose, shaded her eyes with her hand, and thenexclaimingexcitecily: “Maand pa at last!’’ she darted down the path as if she had not seen them for eight years instead of eight days. The backboard stopped at the gate; and the young lady threw her arms around the other lady’s neck exclaiming: “You darling, darling mama I I’ve been watching for you all day! You darling papal What did you mean by not coming last night? It’s splendid here, ma, so cool! Takes four blankets to keep you warm, every night; and I haven’t seen a single mosquito yet, and no sign of my chills.' I belit ve Pm cured already; and I’m sure it will do you more good here, ma, titan at the sea shore,” ami thus ecstati cally talking, she led the way upstairs. “ Who was that gentleman talking with you on tho piazzi, dear?” inquired the Colonel as the young lady began speaking of tho “lovely people” she had met. “O, pa!” burst forth tho young lady, “there are such distinguished people stay ing here! That was the Honorable Warner N. Ester- bronk—you’ve heard of him, haven’t you, pa? lie’s a member of the legislature of this stale, pa! He's a senator!” “Abl indeed! A Republican, I suppose?” asked the Colonel rather uneasily. “A Republican, pa! Mr. Esterbrook a Re publican? Why pa, I couldn’t imagine such a thing! I have never heard him say what he was; but he’s a thorough-bred gentleman, re fined and polish* d; be has traveled in Europe, too, and he is very sensible and witty.” “Rut my dear Eva,” replied the Co’onel, “you can’t infer from tMs that a man here at the North is not a Republican. Thoy arc not all like the Republicans we have in the South.” “Well, pa, I’m sure I can’t think he’s a Re publican. lie seems to like Southern people V.TV* OlUCf , •"*» lowolw *icfAlw. and his mother—O, a a, she's the loveliest wo man I ever sawl’* “Well, my dear, I am very glad you have met such pleasant people.” The Colonel and his wife being ready to go down stairs before the bell rang for supper, Miss Eva chaperoned them around the house. Mrs. Judson, being amiably predetermined to like every thing she saw here at the North however abominable it might be, pronounced the situation of tho house 4 'just perfect,” and even condoned tho grave architectural error of placing the pig-sty—a one-story extension of the ell—at the south end of tho building and consequently tj windward, whero it not only commanded the virgin breezes, but also the finest views, according to tho testimony of several ento’ prising small boys bitting astride the ridge-pole at the moment. The bell rang for supper while they were walkin'* on the lawn; and by the time they reached the liouso, which a moment before seemed almost uninhabited, the dining-room was swarming with the boarders. I here were about sixty or seventy of them, tho majority bein'* ladies, children, beardless young men and old gentlemen. There were three long tables standing parallel with each other, and a round table at one end of the room at which was seated a large family of opulent appearing Jews looking With gaze inimical at the sur rounding Caucasians. “This is our table!” cried Miss Eva blithely, leadin'* the way to tho central board, her bright young face teaming with happiness as her gaze fell upon her nearest neighbors; and she joyfully presented her father and mother to the lovely -Mrs. Esterbook, and to the two lovely Misses Esterbrook, and to the witty and sensible lion. Warner N. Esterbrook. Mrs. Judson and Mrs. Esterbrook immedi ately fell to talking about tho love’y pure mountain air; and Mrs. Judson explained about her chills, which she had come North to cure, while Miss Eva and the two Misses Es terbrook began to talk about Daniel Downda, which the latter had loaned her to read that morning; and tho Colonel and the lion. 11 ar- ner N. Esterbrook went skirmishing around on tbe borders of politics; and alas! in less than ten minutes thereafter, the unhappy Col onel had found out that the good-looluug tall young man who could make his only daughter’s eyes beam with delight and send tho bright color all over her face, was a Re publican sure enough! Rut he was a very tolerant young man and very intelligent and conscientious, lie made a very laudable effort to be modest, too, and to wear his laurels and public dignities and resnonsibilities without any unseemly display; but he couldn’t help talking about “my con stituents” and about “my bill” (ho bad a bill be fire tbe Senate for the improvement of ten ement houses). He was tilled to overflowing with the magnitude of his public duties and of tho grave responsibilities resting upon his shoulders, ami was keenly alive to the weight of his power and influence and example, as a public man; and every tune he heard of any thing that was going wrong in the world or of any evil or injustice, he would exclaim: ‘I think it is a perfect shame! I am going to sue what I can do about that at Albany this win ter-” and if he could only have secured all the legislation he dreamed of, lie would have inau gurated the millennium in the State of New York forthwith. It also leaked out in about a minute, despite bis modest reserve, that ho was a graduate of Williams College; that he was the valedicto rian of his class, and that he took the lirst prize for original Latin thesis. Concerning his brief public career hitherto, ho made no attempt to conceal the fact that he was far from satisfied with himself; and that he was humbly conscious of having proven a very human, fallable, frail young man He confessed, with chagrin and contri tion that more than once, despite Ins earnest desire and his numerous resolutions to do right he had voted for bills dead against his convictions because he had been importuned to do so by their friends and beneficial les and found it impossible to resist. “Now there was a bill,” he exclaimed with righteous indignation, “that we all voted for to give the public money to some philanthrop ists who wanted to experiment on a reforma- lory for women. I bid no faith at all in that scheme, and none of us had; but the bill was Dressed by Mrs. Brinkhuest, one of the sweet est women I ever saw-with hair as white as mv mother’s. The bill never would have gone through but for her. To be Bure it was a noble object; but what right had we to be voting away the people’s money for an experiment I we didn’t believe in? For my j think of it I am ashamed of myse pretty hard work," he added leniently, “to do right all the time.” He went into public life, he aaid, per fectly determined to do hia share towards weeding out corruptions and abuses, and yet what did he do the first time the temptation and opportunity were presented but get a col lege chum of his who had suddenly come to poverty, pnt into a sinecure—a perfect sine cure, when he drew three dollars a day from the State treasury, and had absolutely nothing to do but to go around with hia hands in hia pockets. “I’m too obliging,” he added. “That’s my besetting sin.” But notwithstanding tbe readiness with which be made the admissions and assertions in private conversation, he was extremely so licitous that none of his ill-considered remarks and extemporaneous speeches should ever get into the papers; and as for writing letters tit- era scripta manetl He bad never touched pen to paper since he entered tbe Senate without consider ng how it would look in print next morning. To tbe Colonel he became exceedingly con fidential, more than once murmuring bis un dertone convictions that tho Southerner was right; and several limes be back-bit his own party under ins breath. “Still,” he said, “it is a grand old party.” The Colonel felt some hesitancy about abus ing the young Senator’s party to his face; but in view of what the gentleman himself had ad mitted, he ventured to ask on what grounds the Republican party could be called “a grand old party.” “It saved the Union for the first item!” pa triotically cried the young man. “I think there we-ro Democrats in the Nor thern army,” returi cd the Colonel; "and nor thern Democrats united with Republicans in furnishing money to carry on the war and in upholding the government in its measures for the conqui st of the South,” a reply which, though made with perfect courtesy, so over threw llio young Senator’s mind that lie quite forgot tlie other items lio designed enumerat ing; and tho Colonel proceeded: “A parly which has been guilty of so many grave political blunders and of such utterly indefensible acts of injustice, has no right, in my humble judgment, to any claim of grandeur—except the grandeur of successfully holding on t > power for twenty years.” As the Colonel began speaking, the tires of partizan zeal blaz- d higher and higher in the j oung man's soul; but he politely heard the Southerner through, intending to make an clo- qui nt reply in d> f -r.se of the party that had sent iiim to Albany; hut as the Colonel ceased speaking, the Senator’s premeditated elo quence failed him; but as this, in the present cUastic state of his intellectual forces, was not reducible to rational and dignified oratory, he merely murmured: “Yes; the. Republican party has been at the helm a long time.” And all the time tho Colonel ami young Es terbrook were talking, his mother, although engaged in conversation with Mrs. Judson, cast many a proud glance across the tabio at her son, whose letters now came with “Hon orable” before his name—proud to see how high-minded and conscientious he was amidst the corrupt anil venal, how keenly alivo to public wants and needs amidst the heartless, conscienceless ami unfeeling. Sho was a large, noble looking lady with snow-white hair, jet black heavy eyebrows, and large black eyes; and with that wonder ful dignity and composure that comes more from perfect rectitude and a leart at peare with God and man than it ever can fron. any conscious greatness, or superiority of intellect, or grandeur of achievement. “How difficult it is,” she said to Mrs. Jud son, “for mother’s to realize that thtir chil dren have grown and have become r< sponsi ble men and women! It seems but a jj,w days ago that my son was wearing knickerbockers ai d was scarcely to be trusted out of mysight, and now be is a voter and a law maker!” Finding that Mrs Judson,^vho was filled heels, and called for figs, dates, oranges and bananas. I remember very well bow free handed and liberal I waa on that occasion. I gave the other boys as much as they could carry tiff and treated myself the same way; and this performance I repeated till the next bill waa sent in.” It shows what an observing child it was, at all eventa,” said bis mother. “His father always told him to ‘observe what he took notice ofand I tblnk he did. I remember one day when he returned from the Methodist church with his nurse, the complained of tbe length of the sermon when Warner cried out: ‘Didn't you hear the minister say when he read the hymn that it was going to be a long meeting?’ He had understood the minister’s announcement of the metre (long metre or short metre) to refer to the length of the ser mon." That was very observing in met” inter posed tbe hero, with mild sarcasm. “Now ou’vc told stories enough about me, mother, t’s time to turn the tables. I remember when my mother waa about two years old (I have heard my dear old grandma tell this) she was sent to close a door opening into a dark room. An elder sister had already declined the mis sion on the ground that she was afraid of the dark. But my mother immediately toddled off saying: ‘Naughty dirls ’laid de dark, dood dirls an’t.’ They elaimed that to be entirely out of her own head; but I can’t vouch tor that. Still, I can give my mother a good reconmendstiou for possessing a fins mind. I’ve beard her talk a good deal.” By the time supper was over the Esterbrooks and the Judsocs appeared to be fast friendR; and the Colonel and Mrs. Judson delighted their daughter of pronouncing them very pleasant people. There was to be a german that evening at the Breeze Lawn House, three or four miles distant, and the boarders at Van Tassel’s had been invited. The Esterbro >k sisters want ed to go and had joined with their brother in asking Eva Judson to accompany them, but that young lady had, in duty bound, deferred her answer till the arrival of her father and mother. The german was uppermost in the young people’s minds all during the sup.er although nothing was said about it; and it was upper most in Miss Eva's mind when she left her father and mother in the parlor and went out upon the piazza alone—to investigate herself ami understand, if possible, why she wanted to go at all and leave her “pa” and "ilia” so soon after their arrival, or why, if she did want to go, she was so ashamed to speak to them about it. I’reseutly she heard a footstep; and looking around, she saw tho Honorable Warner N. Esterbrook approaching. “Have you told your father and mother about the german?” he asked. “No, I have not, yet,” replied the young lady looking up with a droll expression. “1 hate to! 1 wish somebody else would tell them! X would like to go as long as your sis ters are going; but I think I ought to stay with ma after we’ve been apart so long and only just come this even ng.” “ Why it was oiry eight days,” urged the young man. “A german doesn’t happen every night. 1 am sure if you ask them they will have no objection to your going. I think it is going to be a capital affair.” “I do want to go,” murmured the young lady wistfully. “But I hate to tell maand pa. I do wish somebody else would!” “If you wifi nominate mo for that offico, I shall accept it with the greatest pleasure; and like all office-holders, I sha 1 never resign.” “I am sure I shall be glad to have you do it,” replied the young lady, blushing. “You make me happy I” cried young Ester brook seizing her hand and looking down into her face with great earnestness. “I will go and speak to her father at onee.” What an era—what a momentous epoch was this in Miss Eva’s life! How her heart beat, and how her cheeks burned as she saw the young man, through (ho open window, stride up so bravely to her father and take him aside, and how strange she felt when she saw her fathei’s polite attention and|his grave, courtly bows as the young man addressed him! She felt then as if she could never look open-eyed into her father's face again. 1’rFsently the young man, with a triumphant air and heightened color rejoined her. “Victorious!” he cried, boyishly waving his hat in the air. “Your father consents! You don’t know how delighted I am,” he added in lower tones, grasping her hand. “This is go ing to he the grandest german I ever went to, I know I never had such anticipations of a thoroughly enjoyable evening in my lifel” “I think it v ill be lovely, too, it is so cool to-night,” mu-mured Miss Eva, trying to look unconscious. “I lovetodar.ee when it’s so Special to Mother St tor, a sympathetic and appn -dative lis oner, the proud mother began indulging in fond reminescences of hor son's prodigious infancy and childhood, which, reaching tlie ears of the hero across the table, he cried out gaily: “Now mother’s going to tell some hatchet stories about me!” Though ho appeared not to bo in the least averse to having them told. “1 remember,” proceeded Mrs. Esterbrook, "when my son was about six years of age he had a nurse who was a very strict Methodist. On Sunday she not only took away all his toys and secular story aad picture bocks, but she told him he must not even think about them, and that he must not think ‘every-day thoughts’ at all on Sunday. Wo must think only about what the minister said at church— about his Sabbath school lesson, and about the angels and going to Heaven. She had made a powerful impression on his mind, and he stood in great fear of the lake that burns with fire and brimstone. One Sunday night about eleven o’clock, just as I was about re tiring, I heard some one going into the silting room whero I had just turned out the gas. I stepped back into tho hall and saw that child, in his night-dress and barefoot, with a lighted candle in his hand, go into the room and hold the candle up before the clock. Then I made my appearance and asked what he was doing. Ho looked at mo with the gravest expression and said: ‘Mamma, I woke up and I wanted to know if it was Monday morning yet, so I could think my every day thoughts.’ ” Another reminiscence illustrated the hon orable Senator’s philanthropic disposition and God’s terrible judgments in the destruction of cool anjl t,l‘« nay is so bracing.’’ Esterbrook. "*>, wt’re going to have a heav enly timet The moon is full to-night; and it will be moonlight going and returning.” TO HE CONTINUED. Tho Curse of Alcohol. Alcohol is the fertile source of much evil. Medicinally useil it may, in certain cases, do some good. Still, the benefits derived from its use in any case are very doubtful, and more imaginary than real. I therefore pro test against its use. First, because it does no f oed, or so very little that it cannot be relied upon as an effective medicine. Second, be cause it does harm, much harm. Who can use it and be guiltless? It wastes lime, squan ders money, ruins health and destroys reputa tion. It stains the fairest character and leads to grossest impurities; produces sickness, dis ease and poverty; dr,u*s its victims down to a dishonored grave and beclouds their hopes of cveilasting happiness. Third, it has a pain for every promised pleasure, for its reaction is more sorrowful than its action is joyful. Fourth, and finally, I hate it because it is a murder. We talk of war and shudder at tie carnage of the battle field and turn away from tho sickening sight. Hut what is war and all its hor:ors compared with the ravages and loathsome calamities of that hellish drug alco hol? War lias slain its thousands, but alcohol its tens of thousands. Tho famine and the noisome pestilence, in their onward march of iesolation, cause our dread apprehension of “Well, well, the- world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind tnfti with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay onr taxes, And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails; *i The king commands ns, the doctor quacks us. The priest irstructs us, and so our life ex hales A little breath, love, wine, ambition fame. Fighting, devotion, dust—perhaps a name.' Dear Mather Ilubbard: The above lines came into my head, as f read your stirring address to tin* “grumblers.” Am one myself, and was just in that mood when X picked np the issue of the 20th and read your inspiring (to me) letter. 1 felt refreshed, and a’ter reviewing the pet ty annoyances that vexed me, threw off tl-e bad luttnor and wound up with above philos ophy. You say you can make no converts with your pen! You have made one if on-y for the present. There comes to every one of us a time when we feel like a hunted hare, don’t know which way to turn; ail aronssk’s either vexation or ruin, aud just at this time the right word spoken, at the right :imo, or a brightening smile, an encouraging n:«J of the head, or the simple quickening of tho eye of a friend will urn the dismal chaos in to bright ness, send one’s blood surging through the veins witli renewed vigor, give new strength for tho combat and bring victory where before was defeat You speak of being partly a fatalist. I would like to hoar from tho entire Household on this subject. My experience is that just when [ concen- ‘rated all my energies to (ho accomplishment of certain ends, when I guarded every loop hole with care, when I was most vigilant and tried to drive circumstances through t he. chan nels I dc-ired, some ui seen power would dash everything to pieces and just then I would feel man’s utter helplessness. If uot a fatalist, mother, what mean the words: “Think nut of the morrow,” etc.? Daisy, you say I must have noser known trouble. You arc mistaken in supposing that any of us are free from that. It is the ordeal through which we must all pass, is the cruci ble by which we are tested. Some of us have real and heavy burdens, others have only petty grievances which their imaging ion mag nifies into burden”. Am a dean failure at being a Christian; and let me say right here, I don’t think any man can live in the “busi ness world” and be a true Christian. Mother II., we are parallel in one thought. Just when l begin to grumble at faie and feel blue, etc., I wiuld always compare my lot with others, and then feel humiliated to think i f all the good gifts a kind and indulgent I’rovidence bestowed upon me; horn I am un graciously complaining, while there are thou sands of others who would bo glad to share with me. When I read your letter, Viva, I tossed the S. S. up to the ceiling and sfioiito, 1 ! at the top of my voice, “Hurrah for Viva!” i> Pandora, am waiting for the menage, so fire away with your confectionery. I Tem essee, do you remember, in one of your . productions, of having mentioned visiting the battle ground at Gettysburg? Well, that place possessed a singular fascina tion for me; so I unearthed an old geography and several histories, found the loca'ion, then eagerly d< voured a graphic descrip: ion of the battle of Gettysburg. It was a more than Ti tanic struggle. Every part of that extended battle field presented the most awful displays of the terrible grandeur ot war. History says “more than 200 pieces of artillery, at inU rvals, of this dreadful drama belched forth missiles of destruction, and made the grand old hills tremble as with the thunders of heaven aud the throes of volcanic fires.” Men and horses fell in countless numbers as the frightful iron rain poured upon them in torrents of destruc tion. But there was no recoil in our Southern men. They were indefatigable. This artil lery duel was the most sublimely impressive in the annals ot history. No writer can ade quately convey a conception of tho daring bravery of those ncn. ft surpassed the Tro jan war. Hancock was tho nehilies of this awful battle. A deli:. Nashville, Tenn. Friendship of Women. Dear Mather Hubbard: I was a stranger and you took me in—what a deed of charity; and now I am happy in tho thought of being at last a member of some household. A roof over one’s head is not alwajs a home; far from it. Home is where we enjoy peace and quiet, have love and sympathy; to all these I am an entire stranger. “I am aR a weed F'ung from the rock, on ocean’s foam, to sail When’er the surge may sweep, the tempest’s breath prevail.” Your fe v pleasant words to me J appreciate, and would I could profit by your advice, blit I fear my heart is not liilcd with the hope you speak of; not that I have no hope, for hope <loes not forsake even tho most miserable, and ’twill never forsake me, for I am affiictcd with it for a middle name. Now t don’t want you to run away with the idea that I am an old morbid antiquarian, for I am not. I can be as bright and lively as any imo. My maxim is, forced gaiety, how- ev> r troublesome, is better than sighs. I live on that principle and find it works. Happiness, any way, is much more a matter of temperament than of place or circum stances. Achillcr says, “To live is to dream, and to dream pleasantly is to be wise.” I am now trying to work myself up to that pitch. That I have had trouble, you have guessed, and ’tis but once we can know our worse sor row. Therefore now “I live to show llow much men bear and die not.” Chari t v ax t Mather Ilidiba,fi:—\ *' uted vRh t_ . --a If f jresliadowed those tendencies which rise to the tenement house biii. “I remember,” pursued the fond mother, “when my sou was about seven j cars old there was a very poor widow living a short distance from tho house where we were spend ing the summer in the country. My son had visited her house frequently, and had seen the woman pounding up roasted peas in a mortar to mix with her coffeo. It seems he was very much distressed in his mini because the pounding of the peas involved so much labor. 1 remember his talking with me about it and saying he wished he could think of some way of making the peas grind cas'br. Tho next morning I found him ia the kitchen gravely watching a tin dish on the hack of the stove. I asked him wiiat he was doing and he told me he had thought of a way to make that poor woman’s peas grind easy. He was soaking some peas for her in the dish.” “I remember something that occurred that same summer,” cried young Esterbrook, “which illustrates the other side of my char acter. That poor woinau who put peas in her coffeo had a small boy about my own size. This youngster had constructed a ser -saw, or teeta” as be called it, in his mother’s door- yard. It consisted of a long plank laid across a saw-horse. < >ne day, on his invitation to sample its delights, I took a seat on one end and he on the other. He went up first; and, as I saw him dangling high up in the air above me, I thought it must be fine fun. But no sooner was I aloft myself than I was terror- stricken at my elevation; and I privately made up my mind if I ever lived to get down I wouldn’t go up again. So, wl en I reached the ground and the other boy was in the air, 1 just quietly s ipped off without a word of warning, ami down he came with a tremen dous thud. The board rebounded and struck him on the head before he could rise; and as for me—I benevolently took to my heels! I was expecting to bo invited to ids funeral, when he came over to see me with several strips of black court-piaster on his face and a bandage smtlling of arnica on bis wrist. He shook his fist at me and told ms next lime he played with me I’d know it” “You were not often so regardless of your playmates, I am sure," remarked Mrs. Ester brook. “I can recall many acts of unexam pled generosity on yotr part.” "O, so do I,” asserted the young man, tak ing up the recital himself. “I recall one inci dent of stujicndous generosity on my part. I had heard of Aladdin’s lamp, and I had been to the grocery store with one ot the servants; and, to my wonder and admiration, I bad ob served that by merely presenting a small blank book to the clerk she conld get anything she called for. I thought it was a talisman by which all one’s wants could bs supplied with out involving any further retposibility. So, one day when my mother was sick and time bung heavily on my hands, I got possession of that same talisman myself and went to the grocery store, with rag-tag and boh tail at my life. But more destructive, ami a far greater evil, is the fell destroyer, that health-impair ing, misery-creating, soul-Iamning alcohol. Ten thousand times ten thousand woes proceed lrom alcohol— It muhii'lies our vll»9t foes and desecrates the soul; Then lei me shun tho deadly foe and wait In Vir tue’s path, Noiwhh the reckless drunkard go to death and eodtess wra b. But shall I caimlv view the wreck which alcohol has wrought? No, I must try its tits to check—the drunkard must be sought; And I must urge him to refrain from that dread al cohol, Tbe caose uf misery and path and ruin of the soul. And I must urge him to repent and give his heart to Uod, And lead the bumble penitent to the atoning blood. S. Moore. Quebec. Gold Fields, that pan out richly, are not so abundant as in the early California days, but those who write to Hallett & Co., Portland, Maine, will, by re turn mail, receivo free, full information about work which they can do, and live at home wherever they are located, that will pay them from $5 to 525 per day, and upwards. Either sex, young or old. Capital not required; you are started in business free. Those who start at once are absolutely sure of snug little for tunes. Increase Per Acre. The great object of every farmer should be to increase the amount he can raise on each single acre of ground. He should not bo con tent with what is gmcrally raised by himself or his neighbors, but he should study how he may increase his yield per acre. If to-day he is getting eight barrels of corn from his acre let him study seriously and strive manfully to make it ten, twelve or sixteen. In some parts of the country fields have been made to yield, all things having been favorable, twenty'bar- rcls to the acre. It would not be wrong to Btrive even for this moment, after having achieved the previous ones. We, however, put it mildly to begin with, lest we be taken to task for asking too much in the beginning. —Asheville Country Homes. * • * • Pile tumors, rupture and fistu las radically eured by improved methods. Book, 10 cents in stamps. World’s Dispen sary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. Y. During the year 1880 thirty-six telegraph offices were opened in China. Horsford’s Acid Phosphate In Epilepsy. Dr. A. L. Turner, Head Physician, Blooms- burg Sanitarium, Philadelphia, Pa., says: “Have prescribed it in several hundred cases of epilepsy, and always with good results. As an adjunct to the recuperative powers of the nervous system I know of nothing to equal it." the old doctrine so often preach#* at us you can’t speak good of a person, ilon’t speak of that person at ah” is a very fajse doctrine ami promotes tlie growth of evil.i If a mer chant or any oilier man cheats yfl?., you may moan over it in the bosom of you! family and stmd the loss as best you can But “sweet charity” f -rinds that you should publicly call that man what ho really is—a swindler. In plain Euglish a thief—one who subsists on that which he steals from his trusting or care less customers. That style of thief takes ad vantage of the ignorant. The ignorant rarely find out they have been cheated, a-ul the care less when they do now and then discover their losses, have their lips scaled by the great est of three graces “Charity,” or else by the position, great respectability or influence of the thief. Li t me tell how an eminently re spectable man, a man of influence, one who leads in prayer meeting, and is a deacon in the Presbyterian church, stole from an igno rant little country boy. The boy (a lad of abo it fourteen years) brought to town what is called a pocket of cotton, that is not a full bale, lie took it to a cotton merchant who examined it and said seven and seven-eighths was as much as he could offer. The little fel low said lie would try some of the others and if he couldn’t gi t more would return. Tlie next cotton buyer ho struck was the well-off, influential deacon who asked the boy what he had been offered for hi3 cotton. “Seven and seven-eighths,” was the answer. “Seven and seven-eighths 1” exclaimed that honest man, “why I will give you seven and seven-six teenths.” The child, highly delighted closed the trade at once. Now I think ad those who know of that transaction should tell it to others, and the mau should be scorned as anv common thief is. But you see we are told it isn’t charitable to repeat evil things of our neighbors, and so the man is as good a fellow as any, receives as many bows and handshakes as his honest neighbor. At present so.ioty puts no restraint on evil doing, and society, alas! hides beneath the cloak of charity. I be lieve it to bo our duty to expose and shun those whom we know have committed crimes in defiance of the laws of honesty. There is another kind of charity that is pro ductive of evil. It is indiscriminate alms giving. We do not seek tho poor and needy that are ready deserving, but sit calmly down at home and give with an open hand to the beggar who knocks at our door, and imagine we are charitable. We do not even take the tr> ub’e to visit our beggars at home and dis cover if the sad tales they till are true, and nine casts cut of ten they are no*. For those wlio have self-respect enough to work and be honest have too much eelf-resp-ct to beg, ihould they be unfortunate. We should give the beggars i tie jobs to do and make them feel that they earn what they rice ve. I agree with the follow in “N’Cholas Winturn,” who said the present style of alms-giving is calcu lated to produce a raco of paupers, for the children of the present beggar will naturally become beggars too. Chairman, just see what you have brought on tho Household by calling on me. Give Away, lam so glad you don’t know anything about me. Kerk. Battle of Gettysburg. Dear Mother Hubbard: It seems a decade since I last visited your intellectual House hold. Ah, “our Kit” was the luminous star when I was first ushered into the sanctum: and memory will have passed into the bot tomless pit of Lethe when I forget his gentle ness, his tenderness to the subjects of the realm. Ere he took up his abode wi .h ns we had decided that he was a sarcastic cynic. Now, friends, allow me to advise you never to give verdict on no one until you arc quite sure tbe supposed criminal is guilty. People are not ulways what they appear to be. That is a lesson that I have learned from sad experience. Rural Widow, “can I forget thee? Oh! no, never.” Forget the friend who first extended the hand of friendship? Thy memory shall be the one green oasis in tbe desert ot my ex istence—the beautiful forget-me-not. Sweet Nixy, is it possible that I recognize you reposing on that luxurious divan almost enveloped in that comfortable mother bub- bard? (Blessed be the inventress of that de lightful garment I) Quien Sabe, I have not forgotten your indul- S oce. I am always grateful to those who ve bestowed an act of kindness. Sometimes I forget to return good for evil, bnt repent of JR, afterwards. And intend in the future to make the best of everything in tlie best of possible worlds. Indeed, to bo happy one must Hot ask neither the why nor the how of li e. Italio wants tho opinion of some of the Householders upon tho subject of “Platonic Friendship.” I confess that I have never un derstood the term, for friendship between mau and woman will soon change its name— hence there is no Platonism there. And friendship between women is only a suspension of hostilities, or a plot against one another. A woman’s friendship is, as a rule, the legacy of love or tbe aims of indifference. | Goldsmith said: “Friendship is but a ! nsuie” l A*u,wiiling tO RCGfDt fits authority Friendship is certainly impossible between men of a high social standing and men in tlie lower walks of life; very difficult between a young man and a young woman; between two beautiful women ’tis but a poetic fiction. liicard writes: “Women speak rarely of Piantonic friendship, but while they appear to esteem it highly, there is not a single tiling written of their tribute that does not drive Platonism from our hearts." I hope all the members' of tho Household will love me, and will give mo a warm wel come. So now— “To all and each a fair good-night, Pleasing dreams and slumbers light.” Sigma Pen Pictures. Dear Mother ilu.bba.rd: Let me pen you a picture. A western sky. Crimson clouds shining against a background of palest blue, streaks just tinged with red-gold—others turning pur ple in their red. A dark line of trees just be neath—and still before that—on a stretch of meadow land—rising only a few feet above tlie ground, a white cloud. Tho giaro of the setting sun tinges with just a hint of color here—the fog that rises further on, pale with a bluish gleamer, tilling a point of woodland with its white shadow. Tho sun sinks out of sight, the cloud, like a sea of blood sinks after Above, the new moon, like molten silver, sheds its light surrounded by a golden hale shadowed against the blue. But t io picture fades. Upward sweeps the fog, and veils from my gaze the picture that Gods band has just syead before my eyes, adding to its beau ty one rich tint, or pale light after another until I can almost imagine that tho gates are openinsr, and some of tho glory of tho scenes “beyond” is streaming through. It is long since I stood and watched that picture as IIis hand painted it, bnt to my meutal vision it sometimes rises yet. It seems that God gires no sometimes, what is almost like a glimpse of heaven, with drawing it from our unrap tured hearts have enjoyed it long. Because humanity could not long endnro a view of ail the glory that shall ono day be fully revealed. A child has just brought a pink hyacinth and laid it on my paper as I write. How per fect it is in its dainty waxen beauty, how per fect is every worn of His hand from tlie least to tho greatest. ’Tis only man who errs, in any work or plan. How beauti ful God has made this world below, from the flower before me to tbe rockcrowued mountains in the dis tance. “A vale of tears,” men call it, but God filled it with beauty and light. Tis man who has brought into it shadows aud tears. Pink hyacinths—I level them so in my far away childhood. Not so far away, counting it by years, but so many and so varied are the scenes through which wo pass in so short a time. A lifetime can seem to lio for some of us in one short season to another—from mile stone to mile-stone—on life's journey, and noting all tho hurrying events that lie between, the beginning seems very far away. What a rev e\v it will be at last when we shall pause on the river’s brink and all tbe shifting scenes of life before us in review shall pass “like pictures in a magic glass.” May they then bring us no regret forgrldtn oppor tunities neglected, duties unfulfilled. My love to you all, dear friends. I have been away from home, and I have no! seen a "Slnnt” in so long that I know not what you are doing in tho Household. Rosa Am a. Greenwood, Ala. A SnnfMtloa to the Traveling Public. 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For thirty nnw aoboeribars we will sard a Long Primer editioa of riokens works ia FIFTEEN VOLUMES. Probably no author at tho present time ia morn uni versally read than Diokeca. There are Id tbe market more than fifty different editions of his works, printed by numerous publishers, and ranging in prtee from *3 to $500 per set. We have selected for oor list the most desirable one we have seen for the crioe. The type is large (Long Primer Old Style). The plates are new. The paper is exeeilent. It is well printed,and handsome ly bonnd in oloth and gilt. The rail-page illnstrations are nnmerons and are well executed. It ia believed to be the most eomplete edition yet publb-htd. The prieo is very low in proportion to the siae and quality of the books. The edition is complete in fifteen volumes as follows: 1st Pickwick Papers, 809 pages and 11 illne- trations. 2d. David Oopperfield, 854 pages and 10 illus trations. 3d. Martin Ghuzslewit, 840 pages, 8 illnstra- tkms. 4th. 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