About The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907 | View Entire Issue (April 23, 1887)
THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING, APRIL 23, 1887. COL. JUDSONjOF ALABAMA; Southerner's Experience in New York City. BY P. BE AIT. [Copyrighted by the Author.] CHAPTER IX. (Continued). i the young man talked the young lady 1 looking as if she nad something of im- ance on her mind. Esterbrook,’’ she began solemnly, “I at to ask you a question.” Ten thousand if you will 1” replied Ester- ok, looking as if he felt highly flattered. ' want to know,” asked the young lady neatly, “whether you are a Democrat or a publican." And she looked up eagerly in- his face, searching his features in advance | the reply. Ssterbrook colored to the roots of his hair. • her earnest, inquiring gaze he felt like alprit who saw no escape from conviction lis offence. was sent to Albany by the Republican ty," be stammered. ■By the Republicans!” cried Miss Eva in fces of undisguised disappointment and re lit. “I never once dreamed of such a thing!” her voice quivered and the tears seemed fly to start into her eyes. Ssterbrook felt like apostatizing on the spot. ‘My father was a Republican,” he replied, ing to offer some extenuation of his crime, 1, in short, to throw the blame upon some i else “It was very natural that I should opt his tenets. Rut the Republican party not what it was in my father’s day. I am oroughly disgusted with it, I assure you. I i‘t know but that I shall bolt before long, if i don’t change.” ‘Bolt?’’ ‘I beg pardon! Go over to the Democrats. That a howl there would be!) I implore you _t to mention a word of this ! I wouldn t Ive it get into the papers for the world! I“0, I shall be discreet. Only you will not Iject to my speaking of it to pa? Esterbrook colored again. •I_” he began and then pondemi a mo- nt. “I think,” he continued slowly, “that haps it would be premature and ill-advised a man in my position; you understand. , mind is not fully made up. I would pre- _■ not to commit myself at present.” ■Miss Eva understood, from Esterbrook s Ither disjointed speech, that the matter for i present was to be a secret between them; i much as she longed to vindicate him to ■ father, she felt that she was not free to do But her own heart was satisfied as to his llitics. She was confident the end of his in- jir<l deliberations would have only a just and jrtuous result, and that, in short, sooner or ter, he was certain to “bolt. ’ 'he went to her room to dress for the dance, her head was so turned she hardly knew bat she was doing. In a few minu.es her other came in, and suddenly her thoughts ok a different turn. Throwing her arms i her mother’s neck, she exclaimed: Mu, O, rna! you think I’m selfish to go off Id leave you alone when we’ve been apart so ig and you only just come.” „ . .-N„ my darling, I do not! Idonot” cried le mother, embracing her daughter teuderly^ 1 want you to go and enjoy yourself. ’ And le held her child to her heart to conceal the ars that had sprung to her eyes, for, in spite all philosophy, she felt a sharp pang as she |alized, for ihe first time, that her daughter i slipping away from her. “Oh! mu,' I will stay at home with you! Bed the young girl with heroic resolution. I will, ma; I had rather 'No, my child,” returned the mother hr inly, ,, a have promised to go. The selfishness kmld be on my side if I kept you from the easures to which you have a right. Your Ither will be with me. I want you to go. I ire chine to help you dress.” • Well, ma, you are the loveliest mother any rl ever had! I do want to go of course; ’ and lis time she felt superior to saying it becausa le Esterbrook girls were going. "Iiutlfelt, te added, “as if it could mar all tlie pleasure i think that you would miss me and feel that Ididn’t love you.” ‘I shall miss my daughter, replied the lother. “But I shall be happy in the thought lat you are enjoying yourself; and I am sat- Ified you will be well taken care of.” “l'es, ma,” returned the young girl wjtit rood dignity. “I am so glad,” she added, Lhat you and pa like the Esterbrooks! I like |em so much!” |“Yes, dear, they are really very fine per pie. lam glad we have met them. Those two young Idies are very beautiful.” . Very,” affiuned the daughter with deep Itisfaction. ‘And Mrs. Esterbrook’s a delightful woman, ;hly cultivated and polished.” ‘Yes, ma,” responded the daughter, eagerly vaiting the rest. ,, , , ‘And Mr. Esterbrook,” added the mother, .. ling that it was not right to stop there, “is Irtainly a gentleman and a very interesting Uker, and your pa thinks so, too,” but she Ifrained, for the present, from ailuding to the ravity with which the Colonel had answered, ges” to her anxious inquiry, as they left the jble. “Is he a Republican?” | Before eight o’clock the front piazza was iowded with the young people dressed for le dance and full of spirits, awaiting the car- ■age and stage for the Breeze Dawn House. Ihe Esterbook sisterB were there with their lstin°Tiished brother both of them dressed in Ihitef lake their brother, the sisters were ponies; and both, as they had been pro- jounced by Mr. Jndson and Eva, were very eautiful, delicate, regular features and per- ct complexions, and looking so much alike t was difficult to distinguish one from the er and quite impossible to discover whicu i the eldest. In a few minutes Eva Judson l white come down with her mother and l them and the beautiful group was com- llete. and thought the whole contest over, and he eould see, on reflection, how many brilliant things he had forgotten to say, and how many hard digs he might have given the Southerner if they had only occurred to him in time. He had called at the Gipp’s twice afterwards hoping to renew the fight, but both times the Colonel was out. Here, now, was his oppor tunity, and he meant to make the Southerner smart for it. The Colonel and his wife, however, being fatigued with their long journey up the moun tains in back-breaking vehicles, and with their minds pre-occupied with thoughts concerning their only daughter, early withdrew to their own room; and Dickel was forced to give over the inauguration of his contemplated warfare till the next day. But lie took occasion after the Colonel and Mrs. Judson had retired to admit the other boarders into the secret of the Colonel’s histo ry and to let-them know what a rampant rebel he still was, how he still revered Jeff Davis, believed in slavery, and States, rights, and se cession, and in woiloping the niggers, and trafficking in human flesh and blood; and how he wanted to remand the niggers all back into slavery again or else wanted Congress to pay the ex-slave holders for all the slaves emanci pated. The others were highly excited over this in flammatory account of the new boarder, and when he appeared at the breakfast table next morning he was the object of universal obser vation. Mr. Dickie, in order to promote his premed itated hostilities, had petitioned for a seat at the Colonel’s table and had succeeded in ob taining a place next to the Hon. Warner N. Esterbrook to whom he naturally looked for succor and support, in the forthcoming strug gle. Bat the Colonel wouldn’t fight, and Mr. Dickel found himself throwing stones without cause or provocation. But he was bent on quarrelling, and if he couldn’t quarrel with the Colonel, he was determined to quarrel at him; and thus he managed to render it extremely uncomfortable for the Southerner at Van Tas sels, in doing which he received no little as sistance from many ol the other boarders; for they were notail distinguished and refined by any means. There seem3 to exist a very queer, subtle relation, somehow or other, be tween money and gentility. The Van Tas sels charged enough for board—that is, they charged all it was worth; but it was not enough to make all the boarders so polished and b‘gh- toned as people always become so soon as they get rich; and thus it was that so many of them joined with Mr. Dickel and picked upon the Southerner so unmercifully. When the ex-schoolmaster found the Colonel always endeavoring, in public, to avoid poli tics and to change the vexed subject, then he would raise his voice and address himself to tte people on the other side of the table. It happened that directly opposite sat a mid dle-aged lady with a flat chest, very large, bony, red hands, and a virtuous Rhadaman- thine aspect. This lady, whose name was Miss McLane, said very spitefully that she knew a good deal. She had been down Sauth herself. She saw slavery in actual operation; and she took turns with Mr. Dickel in testify ing to Southern enormities, and talked as if it used to be an everyday thing for slaveholders to hang slaves up by the thumbs and beat them to death; and she seemed to believe that pick ing cotton was like plucking pick iron off of bushes and carrying it around in baskets all day long in the burning hot sun. Next to Miss McLane sat a very aged couple by the name of Wisewell. These old people were so feeble, and withered, and tremulous, they seemed past and gone out of the c< ntury and locked like a couple of anachronisms set ting before dinner plates. The aged pair had overheard a portion of Mr. Dickie’s remarks and a large part of Miss McLane's; and, look ing with mingled triumph and disapprobation at the Colonel, they took turns in crying out in shrill feeble voices; “Slavery’s abolished! Slavery’s abolished!” “Yes, the poor darkeys are free now, praise the Lord!” cried Miss McLane, looking vin dictively at the slaveholder. “Yes,” chimed in Dickel, “ar d the Southern people have got to knuckle down to work like we do here in the North.” “Yes, the good Lord never meant that any body should shiik labor,” said Miss McLane, whose red hands were evidence enough that she practiced what she preached. “ ‘By the sweat of the brow shalt thou earn thy bread,’ was the edict of the Most] High. But the Southern people always despised work.” “Yes, you Southern people always looked down upon work,” shouted Dickel, turning again to the Colonel; “and that’s why you folks down there are suffering now the way you are. You tried to escape the curse of Adara, but you made a miss of it.” “Yes,” cried another woman, “the South ern people always thought we, here in the North, were plebian laborers.” “We licked you anyhow!" cried a little man further down the table, shaking his knife play fully at the Colonel. “Yes, sir; we licked you and don’t you forget it!” "Yes,” chimed in Dickel again, “it took bay onets, and powder, and balls to convince you folks of the errors of your way. We had to lick common sense into you.’’ “I expect you’ve got a lot of Confederate money saved up,” cried another man. “I hear you’re buying and selling that stuff down there. You’re looking forward to another war, I guess.” “Then we’ll lick you again!” cried the knife-shaker, whose name was Doan. “This is a nice way to conciliate the South ern people,” interposed another gentleman, “talking to them this way when they come North!” “O, my! I think it belongs to the Southern people to conciliate us!” cried Mr. Doan, “after getting up a war and killing off a lot of our fathers, and sons, and brothers, and leaving us a lot of one-armed and one-legged men to grind hand-organs on the pavements! Let the Southern people conciliate us, I say!” “I should say so! I should say so!” cried Dickel, delightedly. “You are right, Mr. Doan. I don’t think the Southern people tively know, of my own knowledge, that it was done all the time,” she said, “though the Southern people always deny it, and I should think they would!” “Yes, I should think so, too,” cried Mr. Doan. “You Southern people,” he added, ad dressing the Colonel, “you won’t own up now how you used to larrup your niggers in the old slave days. The stories that have been told under that head can’t be all false. Where there’s so much smoke there must be some fire.” Fro be continued.] The backboards and stages were soon ready, -nd there was a sudden ebullition of excite Kent and noise, a great many exclamations, |nd then one after the other, they drove off, |ud the Pleasant View House was left in com parative quiet. The C-olouel, understanding the sadness hat oppressed the heart of his wife, drew her land through his arm, and in silence they promenaded the now almost deserted piazza i there about half a dozen of the hoarders, ! hivering in thick zephyr shawls, were trying ' have any just chums on the North for sugar- a spite of the cold, to enjoy the moonlight of | teats and taffy. he mountains, but one by one they succumbed i At this point a ,ady who had been -trymg to Ind went inside, and thei'r example was socn find an opportunity to speak all during the ol towed by the Colonel and Mrs. Judson. j conversation, began m an emotional voice, in the parlor half a dozen people were try- ; and with eyes and nose in which the color „<. t0 ru in theireyesight reading badly printed, came and went, to relate a story about the ter- Caper bound novels by the dim light of kero- rible cruelties and hardships put upon a poor lene lamps buns: in brackets on the wall, the j slave in a novel she once read, winding up reneral verdict of the readers being that the 1 with the declaration that the story was very fhimneys had not been cleaned since last | “Jife-like, v and that she was confident it was lummer, nor the wicks cut for two years. A la true picture of the old slave days. This roup of two ladies and gentlemen surrounded rather irrelevant, interruption served the pur- be piano, one of the ladies playing an accom- ; pose of reminding Dickel of something, kxniment and the other sinking. A few others ‘‘You were saying the other day, Colonel, vere playing cards. There was also a chess , he began, “when I was talking with you m Having couple with an interested group around the city, that slaves knew no hard tlu jes. hem; but the majority of the people were Now, how about hoe-cake, Colonel. VVouldn t lr< arily talking and gaping—with the excep* \ you think you had fallen on mighty hard Facts, Figures and Fashions at the Centres of Style. This is an age of progress, and many silver- tongued pceans of commercial success are chorused by an exacting public which capri ciously adjusts the scales of all classes of re quirement. Yet the season’s event, upon which the greatest number were exercised was the opening of the superb millinery parlors at Ridley’s. The scene suggested a structural convolvulus unfolding at every tune, a series of revelations. The cases were miracles of mechanism; while panels of plate crystal multiplying vistas upon vistas of stylish chapeaux, rare, exquisite and indescribable, ^symbolizing jewels of many lustres. Concerning the elegance and diversity of the display, the multitudes are of one mind! There is nothing in New York or any other metropolis, foreign or American, which in volume or diversity ap proximate the subtle resplendence ol the place, or can grasp at any single visit the sovereign ties of the situat-on. Golden sashes temper floodi of light permeating the tower salon; and plush scarfs cover myriads of centre ta bles upon which are placed hats ani bonnets for the hundred tho isand nevelty-seekers who, as the needle to the mercantile magnet, turn to this rare acis of concurrent commerce with its subtle sources of international supply. Models demonstrating the latest features of S. T. Taylor's Modiste Universalle, were con spicuous amid the thousand exquisite hats, and on display; and to canvass the curios in untrimmed shapes made one’s head whiz like the ‘‘merry-go-round’’ in the basement section where the sea, the sky, the sands and the iron steam boat pier hold high carnival with house hold goods, china, bric-a-brac and other arti cles for home embellishment. Of course one scarcely dare venture a pass ing glance at the worlds to conquer in this mercantile melange of universal ingenuity; yet each and all of the fifty-two departments tell their own story of the prowess and progress of the period. Features of special prominence in the section relegated to laces are the tinted varieties in Chantilly, and point d’espiet in pale blue, leaf brown and spring pink lilac, helio trope and other current shades. These fiimy fabrics of fashion are made over slip suits of silk or satin surah after some one of the styl ish and adaptive models in the Iteone de la Mode for May, Le Bon Ton, or other of S. T. •Taylor’s imported specialties for summer, which patterns are cut to measurement for a song, and information supplied which places purchasers en rapport with the bead centres of material and modistic supply. The chief point to be considered is the taiior- cut and tailor-made corset demanded to meet systematic requirements of existing styles. The desideratum of every lady is a corset embodying style, symmetry and sanitary con siderations. The corset of to-day which suc cessfully combines all these points, is the tailor-made and tailor-cut specimen, manu facture by Fry, Hacmon & Chadwick. It fits the figure to perfection, and is thoroughly comfortable. There are pieces cut crosswise, of the material, set in the sides of the hips, where other corsets usually break. The man agement have taken ihe greatest possible pains to oerf^yt the patterns, and the pro duction that will give satisfaction in every respeSt] Another adjunct to personal comfort occurs in the seamless dress-shields popularized by The Canfield Rubber Co. - Thay are a welcome addition to any bodice and are a perfect protection agaiust. perspira tion. Like all other useful and beautiful specialties which have their origin in this royal realm of rubber, they carry their own guarantee of excellence. ,S. J. B. At the Restaurant. [Washington Critic.] Guest—Here, waiter, what’s this in the soup? Waiter—A spoon, sah. Guest—No insolence, sir. There’s a fly in it; take it away. Waiter—Skuse me, boss, but dat ain’ no fly. Guest—I say it is. Take it away. Waiter—All right, boss, but dat ain’ no fly. Das a roach, boss. We don’ serve no flies yer in wintah time. Dis am a fus’-class place, an’ we don’ serve nuffin outen season, sah. ffl A Nb ^ Another Life Saved. About two years ago, a prominent citizen of Chicago was told by his physicians that he must die. They said his system was so debil itated that there was nothing left to build on. He made up his mind to try a “new depart ure.” He got some of Dr. Pierce’s “Golden Medical Discovery” and took it according to directions. He began to improve at once. He kept np the treatment for some months, and is to-day a well man. He says the “Discovery” saved his life. gaping—with the excep |ion of one party. In a large open stove a wood fire was blaz- lg comfortab!} ; and around this was seated ?Veral persons engaged in animated conversa- |ion. 'he central personage in this group was a linutive to ing with a consequential, dog- ic air. a canine countenance, great masses r 'ii gray • iir robing back from bis fore- d, a long bushy mustache, big. bulging, ■k eye- heavy semi circular eyebrows, is covered ail over the backs with long led and led times it you had to eat hoe-cake for breakfast, dinner and supper?” “By no means,” replied the Colonel. “I regard hoe-cake as an excellent article of food, nutritious, wholesome and exceedingly palat able.” “Weil, I wouid'nt give it to my pig!” cried Dickel, contemptuously. “I would sustain you in that,” replied the Colonel. “The Southern people are extremely j fond of corn-bread in any form, and the col- j ored people always prefer it to wheat, declar- j ing it more substantial. In ail Southern households corn-bread is made three times a ! day and is eaten by all classes in preference I to any other.” Senator Coke is personally opposed to the prohibition amendment, but will not, as has been reported he would, canvass the State against it. As advertising involves the expenditure of large sums of money, every one is anxious to secure the greatest returns for the outlay. Geo. P. Rowell & Co., of No. 10 Spruce street, New York, have not only done a great deal of advertising for other people during the last twenty years, but are themselves the largest patrons of the newspapers in advertising their own business. They give good advice and do good work. Since 1885 the increase in the number of operatives employed in different industries has been as follows: Iron and steel, 92,000; clothing, 40,000; woollen goods, 23,500; cot ton goods, 23,000; tobacco and cigars, 16,000; boots and shoes, 16,000. The country is evi dently advancing. The Cherokee Female Seminary, near Ta- Ieynah, Indian Territory, was burned on Sat urday. Loss, §250,000. The Seminary was built some years ago and intended to accom modate two hundred girls. Judge Pardee, of the Federal Circuit Court, has decreed a sale of the Texas Central rail road to satisfy mongages amounting to about 83,400,000. The sale will be made at Waco within sixty days after the signing of the de cree. Tho new Congress hall for Buenos Ayres, South America, will cost $10.000,0j)0. The grounds cover twenty acres in the best part of the city. Breadstuff exports from the United States, during March past, aggregated §149,986.68 against §111,376.10 in March, 1886. Dr. Moffett’s Indian Weed Female Medicine gives bloom to the cheek, elacticity to the mus cles, mental vigor to the brain, and joyous, haopy smiles where all was despondent gloom, sadn-ss aud depression. et it ■Hint ike is a ‘But ho v about all day long in the po rep nted his observing what was going on d him, refrained lrom interrupting, him :ave his attention to the party at the piano, t be was not to estapa. Dickel was fond of disputation, and i he disputed he wanted an antagonist worthy of his brilliant powers. Moreover, af- they die masters hat i key ! lied i to work for I •d and clothe irth without | The negroes rotn Africa.” ue, “I guess from their s. too,” she The man who was born with a silver spoon in his m mb is now looking about for some thing to eat with the spoon. A Sasscstion lolSe Traveling Pullic. Tom-i-ts, emigrants and mariners find lhat IIostetter’s Stomach Bitters is a medicinal safeguard avaiust nnhealthiul influences, upon w! prevent: l thej can added, addressing D.ckel. “Slavery was a wicked, wicked thing! It’s a fact, the slave holders used to whip their slaves till the blood run down their backs!” ••Maiain,” said the Colonel, “can you name by name any one slave-owner who, to your own knowledge, did that?” I can! I can!” excitedly rltorted Miss Mc- On Io »1» nt to the < implicitly rely, since it of vitiated atmosphere, unwholesome diet, bad onditions unfavorable to journeys in lati- ter he left the Gipps mansion on the occasion ; “I can! I can!” excitedly retorted Miss Mc- of his previous memorable conflict with that j Lane; but as she didn t do it, the fair-minded gentleman, he went to his room and sat down I were left to their own inferences. “I post- npli iti disorders of the stomach, liver mid bovr- twhich are apt to attack natives of the t i-mperate zone sojourning o r traveling in such regions, and it is an excellent protection against the influence of extreme cold, sudden changes of temuerature, exposure to damp or extreme fatigue. It not only prevents inter mittent and remittent fever, and other dis eases of a malarial type, but eradicates them, a fact which has been notorious for years pa-t in North and South America * Mexico, the West Indies, Australia, and other countries. Veritas Greets the Household and Re plies to Italie on the Love Question. Dear Mother Hubbard: If my Inter takes after the nature of my surroundings, it must be a very cold and uninteresting one. This day (28th March) is like one in January—bard frost and close drift; a dark, cloudy skv, and the range of sigat confined to the few" snow mounds being formed around you. A dull look-out for spring. No sheltered, feriile valleys here Where verdure lives throughout the year— Where Autumn’s lingering flowers bloom Till Spring’s first daughters leave their tomb. No, ou—’tis all a changeless sight Of lifeless, verdure-killing white. What a blessing that the mind is free to roam through the gunny vales of other lands or to go back to the pleasant scenes of my early days! Or, better still, to look ahead to the beautiful home beyond life’s terminus, that land of eternal spring. Douglass, I am flattered by your apprecia tion of my lines. N. L H., there Is a sermon in your letter. I trust it may have the desired effect on all who read it. There is truth and common sense in what you write. Relle, I think you take a very sensible view of the question of woman’s rights. In the household she must feel at home, as no man dare question her right to reign in the home department. I am glad to be classed with Muda Hetnur as one of the faithful. Italie, I, too, believe in this so-called l’la- tonic love, or friendship. I think I know it better by experience than I do in theory. I have kept up a close and continuous corre spondence, for many years past, with parties whom 1 never met nor ever saw their photos; and yet I love them sincerely. And that love, cal! it inteilectual on sentimental, is recipro- eated with a feeling as pure, as strong as if we were bound by kindred ties to one another. A man may love a man—for instance the re ciprocated love of David and Jonathan—sur passing that of women. Love is a very gene rative term. and maybe applied to anything we regard with affection. I, does not always mean the passion between the sexes. It also means liking, fondness, concord, etc. There is the parent’s love for the child, and the chil dren’s love for their parents; the love of broth ers and sisters, and in a lower degree that of our other relatives. Then there are lovers of what is pure and excellent, good and beauti ful. And there are lovers of pleasure, fame, wrath, and the gratification of their appetites and their depraved nature. Such love might be better termed selfishness, avarice, covet ousness, pride and intemperance. Love should never degenerate below its level. Courtship, like that of Jacob and his beautiful and be loved Rachel, should be pure and holy. Con jugal love has God’s approval and his prom ised blessing Parental love is God-like, while love and reverence to our parents is a com mandment with a promise attached to it. The great source of love is God. God is, love, and all true love is an emanation of the divine nature. Christian iove is sweet and beautiful. “Behold how good and how pleas ant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity.” Love is the badge of our discipleship. “By this shall all men know) that ye are my discip'es, if ye have love to another.” The new commandment the Stavior gave to us is that we “love one another.” The first fruit of the spirit is love. God’s adopted children love their sisters and brothers in the Lord with a Godly affection. And the more love we have the more God-like we are. Even those who hate us we are commanded to love. Thus love is the fulfilling of the law. As Christians we are enjoined to love God with all the heart, mind, soul and strength and our neighbors as ourselves. Still we may have our favorites among our neighbors. Our blessed Lord had his favorites. He “loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.” And also the beloved disciple who leaned on his bosom at supper. Here are lovable Christians so attractive that our hearts are drawn to them like the needle to the magnet. As N. L. H. says, “If you drink beer you will write beer” —or “if you read mud you will think mud.” This truism is verified in the writings of the beloved disciple. His theme is love. It is re corded of him that in his oil days when una ble to preach he was carried into the church where he repeated the feelings of his heart by saying, “Little children love one another.” The same principle still holds good, for, “out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.” Therefore if the love of God be shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost we will think, write and speak accordingly. Our Savior loved the rich young man whose moral character was blameless, and yet that same person would not buy the truth at the price named. And so all those who follow the Divine example will find objects of love and affection, although they may not he the exact counterpart of themselves. The brave, the noble, the compassionate, and the benevolent claim more than our admiration. If we are the recipients of thier noble or generous deeds we must repay them by our love. Love begets love, and love is the food of love. In platonic love there is a cause for the effect. In amo rous love it would be sometimes hard to find the cause. Cupid should be represented as blind. IIow often have we known the beauti ful and highly cultured young lady to stoop down and marry a low-bred, ill-favored, vulgar fellow who had not a single attractive quality to recommend him to her notice. Question that young wife and she will admit his defects while she says she loved him because she could not help it. With kind greetings to ail my Household friends, Veiiitas. Quebec. now to Manage the Men, Dear Mother Hubbard:— “True love’s the secret sympathy, The silver link, the Silken tie, Which heart to heart and mind to mind In body and soul combine.” I don’t intend writing an essay on love, but as our letters are intended to amuse, interest or instruct, we hope it will not fall far short of what we design. I have heard it said that the best way to manage a husband is not to manage him at all. Draw the lines so gently that he will not chafe under restraint. Keep him in love with you by always being neatly dressed. Nothing disgusts a man more than to see bis wife in soiled garments with a don't care look abouther. Take time to read good books, and make yourself companiona ble. And if he comes in worried with business care*, and speaks a little short, don’t tune up to cry; it vexes him, and he will .take his hat and walk off, thinking that you are the most uureasoi ab’e woman in the world. Before you were married your tears would chamhim to vour side for hours, coaxing andppttipg and trying to find out the cause. But a change comes o’er the spirit of liis dream after mar riage. Congeniality is the f iundition of married happiness aud when w- il yoked how light the burden becomes. Conjugal love is a central fountain in warm fragrant, perpetual play. There should be perfect confidence between husband and wife. No man of self respect and pride of character will be willing to marry the woman in whom he has not entire confidence. Some men keep a'.l they know to themselves, and it’s like pecking at "a grindstone to get a word of news from them. I guess we have all inherited a portion of Mother Eve’s curiosi y and it is provoking for a man to come into your presence looking as if he knows something and you can’t get a word out of him. 3ut will he be more apt to tell you, if you will look like you don’t care a shaw about hearing anything. And if you ever have a storm to arise, or your matrimonial horizon is dimmed by clouds of di-trust or anger, let him have the last word for mercy sake, and depend upon it, there will be peace again. Leona. Norwood, Ga. In Answer to Mizpah- There lies within the human heart crossed by both sin and sorrow, a germ of true happiness, which needs the falling rains of life to water it, to cleaDse and purify it, ere it bursts forth in radiant beauty. What though tempests of woe pass over the soul! What though the deluge drowns the first fond dreams of life! Is it not far better, with the beautiful Chris tian trust, that never fails to watch for the rift in the omiuous, low-hanging clouds, the rift that sheds the sunlight again o’er all, than to let the garrulous heart mourn forth in grief and wonder? Far better it were with busy hands and hearts, to watch for those in whose breast the sad story of our own lives is re peated. Who, like us, have been o’erwhelmefl with the showers of adversity, and who, like ns, are craving the sympathy that only those who have passed through the same deep wa ters can bestow. Ah! far better it were to “weave in the web of life a bright golden fill ing,” a filling of kind and holy de?ds of un selfish unquestioning trust in our Father than to shadow young lives with the cloud that sorrow’s hand has laid upon our own bruised and tired hearts. In thus dispensing sweet sympathy to others, the light that for a short while has fled from our lives, will be re-kindled into no momentary gleam, hut a true and steady flame that wili warm our frozen hap piness back to life. A happiness that is dear- eT and purer for having felt the fierce noon day heat of sorrow. Dearer and purer, from having been so deeply imperilled in the rain that into each life must fall. Time glides gently by, and each day finds us nearer eter nity than the one before. Then let the useless moans that chill the spirit and trust give place to a love that shall brighten the life which-, when God’s hand writes the “Finis,” will pass away like a star. Its light still shining though itself departs. “Then cease thy mnrmurlngs, restless heart, And humbly, nobly, act thy part Through mercy given; Those Joys thou canst not now conceive, Th-y are for all who will believe, Reserved in Heaven.” Clio. Dear Mother Hubbard: When I paid my last visit to the Household, I was ensconced for a short while in the regal chair now occu pied by your presence. I come now to make my obeisance and give my bow of fealty, and though late the hour, I am none the less your loyal subject. I did not know that time would linger so long until we met again, Householders; fir when I gave my parting glance around these cheerful rooms, we languished in the mellow ness of Indian summer. Now we revel in the freshness of spring, and its coming brings to me the hope and promise of restored health and strength. “O, the long and dreary winter; O, the cold and cruel winter,” that robbed me of health and the enjoyments in which my soul delights. I feel, however, the sad truth that I have not been missed; yea, even forgotten. ‘'Forgotten! ’tis the saddest word That Time upon the soul is burning!” For I, of all our merry band, was ignored in Veritas’ Household poem. “That was the most unkindest cut of all.” Pandora, to see your face among the assem bled guests, is a pleasure indeed. My wel come is a tardy one, but most cprdial, I as sure you, and I trust you will tarry with us many a day. Hemlock, that “serial journey” of ours dwells among my happiest memories; the scenes you pointed out so vividly recalled my childhood days. Come rgain in the House hold; I enjoy your visits. To Rosa Alba and other friends, I return greetings. Corn Flower. A Noonday Murder. “Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this” reign of Mother Hubbard. There clings about her voluminous folds a multitude of virtues, and beneath her kindly touch the Household blooms and flour ishes again with its wonted glory. I feel somewhat shaken, having been an un willing witness to an atrocious murder. Nay, do not start gentle Householders! While rest ing idly in the kitchen-doorway at noontide, patiently awaiting a stubborn cake to brown. (Does this allusion to the “flesh-pots of Egypt” jar too rudely on the sensitive nerves of some of our members?) I fell into a revery from which I was start led violently by piercing shrieks, and lowering my wandering gaze, I beheld a most foul mur der. There before me in the giad, bright sun light, writhing in the last agonies of death, lay a young and ten ler rooster, and, e’en as I looked with anguished eyes, he died. Dead! A fitting sacrifice offered up at the altar of man’s base appetite. 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