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SOUTHERN BANNER; MARCH 5, 1878.
OH ! DEABEBT.
Oh! dearest, on those noli red lips,
Permit me to impress
The love, 1 eannot epealc with mine—
Too boundless to express.
r Eager would 1 the nectar tip,
That- rests upon their blooiu;
Like dew upon the rose nt morn.
Biffusing sweet perfume.
Oh ! Darling, let they little band,
So dimpled, pure and sweet;
Lie pressed against my heaving breast,
And feel my wild heart beat. 1
A feeling which can never die,"
Throbs in that bounding pulse
A love uuselflsh, pure, and high,
Cans’t thou that love repula* t
Oh! love, lot those expressive eyes,
So mystic in their beaming;
Beam on mo, with the tender dyes
Of love, and kindness teeming.
Oh 1 sweet, my love’s too pure and deep
To ever fade away;
’Twill still burn brightly, when the sun
Has ceased to bring the day.
Then lady let me have thy heart,
My heart is bound to thine;
My constancy shall ierge a link,
And bind thy heart to mine.
Fdwabd Eogbns.
The One-Eyed Servant.
Do you see those pretty cottages on
opposites sides of the common ? How
bright their windows are, and how
prettily the vines trail over them. A
year ago, one ot them was the diitiest
and most forlorn-looking place you
can imagine, and its mistress was the
most untidy woman.
She was once sitting at her cottage
door, with her arms folded, as if she
were in deep thought, though, to look
at her face, one would not have sup
posed she was doing more than idly
watching the swallows as they floated
about in the hot, clear air. Her gown
was torn and shabby, her shoes down
at the heels; the little curtain in her
casement, which had once been fresh
and white, had a great rent in it, and
altogether she looked poor and for
lorn.
She sat some time, gazing across the
common, when all on a sudden she
heard a little noise, like stiching, near
the ground ' She looked down and
sitting on the bolder, under a wall
flower, she saw the funniest little man
possible with a blue coat, a yellow
waistcoat and red boot?; he had got a
'small shoe on his lap, and he was
tho little man; A very fine day.
Why may you be looking so earnestly
across the common ?”
“ I was looking at my neighbor’s
cottage,’’ said the young woman.
“What, Tom the gardener’s wife ?
Little Polly, she used to be called;
and a very pretty cottage it is, too!
Looks thriving, doesn’t it ?’’ •
“She was always lucky,’’ said
Bella (for that was the young wife’s
name); “ and her husband is always
good to her.”
“ They were both good husbands at
first,” interrupted the little cobbler,
without stopping his work.
«Reach me my awl, Mistress, will
you, for you seem to have nothing to
do ; it lies close by your foot.”
“ Well. I can’t say but they were
both very good husbands at first,’’
replied Bella, reaching him the awl,
with a sigh ; “ but mine has changed
’or the worse, and hers for the better;
md then look how she thrives. Only
o think of our both being married on
he same day; and now I’ve nothing
ind she has two pigs, and a ”
“ And a lot of flax,” interrupted
;he cobbler, “ that she spun in the
winter. And a Sunday gown, as good
jreen stuff as ever was seen, and to
ray knowledge a handsome silk hand
kerchief for an apron; and a red
waistcoat for her good man, with three
rows of blue glass buttons, and a
litch of bacon in the chimney, and a
rope of onions.”
“O, she’s a lucky woman!” ex
claimed Bella.
“ Ay, and a tea tray, with a ‘ Dan
iel in the lion’s den ’ upon it,” contin
ued the cobbler; “ and a fat baby in
the cradle.’’
“0, I’m sure I don’t envy her for
that last,’’ said Bella, pettishly. “ I’ve
little enough for myself and my hus
band, letting alone children.”
“ Why, Mistress, isn’t your husband
in work ?” asked the cobbler.
“No, lie’s at the ale-house.”
“ Why, how’s that ? He used to be
very sober. Can’t lie get work
“His last master wouldn’t keep
him because he was so .shabby.”
“Humph,” said the little man,
* he’s a groom, is he not? Well, as I
was saying, your neighbor opposite
thrives, but no wonder! Well, I’ve
nothing to do wHh other peoples’ se
crets, but I coulu tell you, only I’m
busy and|must go.”
“ Could tell me what cried the
young Wife. “ O, good cobbler, don’t
go, for I’ve nothing to do; pray tell
me why it’s no wonder gshe should
thrive.”
“ Well,’’ said he, “ it’s no business
of mine, you know, but as I said be
fore, it’s no wonder people thrive who
have a servant—a ‘ hard working one,
too—who is always helping them.”
“A servant 1” repeated Bella; “ my
neighbor has a servant! no wonder
then everything looks so neat about
her; but I never saw this servant I
think you must be mistaken ; besides,
how could she afford to pay her wa
ges?”
“ She has a servant, I say,” repeated
the cobbler; “ a one-eyed servant—
but she pays her no wages, to my
certain knowledge. Well, good morn
ing, Mistrecs. I must go.’’
“ Do stop one minute,’’ cried Bella,
urgently, “ where did she get this
servant ?”
“ O, I don’t know.’’ said the cob
bler, “ servants are plentiful enough,
and Polly uses her’s well, I can tell
you.”
“ And what does she do for her ?”
“Do for her! Why, all sorts of
things—I think she’s the cause of her
prosperity. To ray knowledge, she
never refuses to do anything—keeps
Tom’s and Polly’s clothes in beautiful
order, and the baby’s.”
“ Dear me 1” said Bella, in an en
vious tone, and holding out both her
hands, “ well, she is a lucky woman,
and I always said so. She takes good
care I shall never see her servant.
What sort ot a servant is she ? And
how came she to have only one eye ?”
“ It runs in the family,” replied
the cobbler, stitching busily ; “ they
are all so—one eye apiece; yet they
make a very good use of it, and Pol
ly’s servant has four cousins who are
blind, stone blind; no eye at all ; and
they come eoi^eti^aes Al hdp her.
seen -mem in the wtagrfm;
and that's how Polly gets a good deal
of her money. They work for her,
and she takes what they make to
market, and buys all those handsome
things.”
“Only think,’’ said Bella almost
ready to cry. with vexation, “ and I’ve
not got a soul to do anything for me+
how hard it is 1” And she took up her
apron to wipe away her tears.
The cobbler looked attentively at her.
“ Well, you are to be pitied cer
tainly,” he said, “ and if I were not
in such a hurry ’’
“ O, do go on, pray. Were you
going to say you could help me ? I’ve
heard that your people are very fond
of curds and whey and fresh goose
berry syllabub. Now, if you would
help me, trust me that there should
be the most beautiful curds and whey
set every night for you on the hearth;
and nobody should ever look when
you went and came.’’
“ Why, you see,’’ said the cobbler,
hesitatingly, “ ray people are extreme
ly particular about—in short, about—
cleanliness, Mistress: and your house
is not what one would call very clean.
No offense, I hope ?’’
Bella blushed deeply. “ Well, but
it should be a] ways clean, if you would
—every day of my life I would wash
the floor and sand it, and the hearth
should be whitewashed as white as
snow, and the windows cleaned.”
“ Well, said the cobbler, seeming to
consider, “ well then I should not
wonder if I could meet with a one-
eyed servant for you, like your neigh
bor’s ; but it may be several days be
fore I can ; and mind, Mistress, I’m
to have a dish of curds.”
“Yes, and some whipped cream,
too,” replied Bella, full of joy.
The cobbler then took up all his
tools, wrapped them in bis leather
apron, walked behind the wall flower,
and disappeared.
Bella was so delighted she could not
sleep that night lor joy. Her hus
band scarcely knew the house, she had
made it so bright and clean, and by
night she bad washed the curtain,
cleaned the window, rubbed the tire
irons, sanded the floor, and set; a great
jug of hawthorn in blossom on the
hearth.
The next morning Itqlla.liept a
sharp lookout, both for the thjy cob
bler and on her neighbor’s house, to
see whether she could possible-catch a
glimpse of the one-eyed servant. But
no, nothing could she see "but her
neighbor, sitting in her rocking chair,
with her baby on her knee, working.
At last, when she was quite tired
out, she heard the voice of thecobbler
outside. She ran to the door and
cried out:
“ O, do, pray, come in, sir; only
look at my house!’’ - .
“ Really,” said the cobbler, looking
around, “ I declare I should hardly
have known it—the sun can shine
brightly now through the clear glass;
and what a sweet smell of hawthorn 1”
“ Well, and my one-eyed^paht ?’’
asked Bella—“you remember^’ I hope
you understand that I can’X pay her
any wages—have you met with one
that will come ?”
“ All’s right,” replied the little man,
nodding, I’ve got her with me.’*
“ Got her with you ?” replied Bella,
looking round ; I see nobody*?’
“ Look, here she is,” said the cob
bler, holding up something in his hand.
Would you believe it ? Throne-eyed
servant wa9 nothing but a Needle.
She “Sot” Down on Him.
[Detroit Free Pres*..]
After making inquiries of every
person they met, no roattefcjf pedes
trians were only ten feefe->part, old
Mr. and Mrs. Jones reached the
Detroit & Milwaukee depot yester*
day in good order, and were nhown
into the waiting room. They did not
enter, however, until the old man had
read the sign over the door and re
marked :
“ Waiting-rootn, eh? Wonder
what’s she’s waiting fotv^-Well, we
can wait as long as the room can—eh,
Nancy S”
“ I told you,” she replied as she
deposited her heavy satchp on one of
the woodeq. sofas—“ I tolcf you to
*ee all you conld and say as little as
posaible.”v , RMr
‘ Th**H> wfiiit I’mTSfeg,” he
growled, as he drew jhis‘coat-tails
right and left and backed up to the
red-hot coal stove. He had just be
come interested in reading, “ Broad-
gauge, double-track—three hours’
time saved to New York,” when the
back of his blue coat began rapidly
fading to brindled brown, knd several
parties called out in a warning way.
He leaped away, pulling his pants
away from his legs, and the old lady
pulled him down beside her and
hoarsely whispered:
“ If you were a boy I’d.spank you
good and sound! The back of your
coat is tailing right out, and every
body’s laughing 1" f'
“ It’s no such thing—I hasn’t laugh
ing !’’ he snapped as he wriggled
around. “ How did I know there
was any fire in the stove? How
could I see my hack ?”
In a few minutes the troubled
waiter settled down. The old lady
was hunting her snuff-box, and the
old man was sticking his four or five
teeth into an apple, when he compla
cently remarked:
“I’m going to git this coat off and
look at tho mortal iujuries ’*
“ You keep still 1” she warned.
“You’d make a nice spectacle here
in your shirt sleeves. wonld?nt you ?”
“ Hain’t this a free country ?”
“ You keep right still 1”
That settled that. It was ail of
ten minutes before he suddenly an
nounced :
“ When the old man Barnes was
here last summer he got the best
blony sassage he ever stuck his mouth
into, and I’m going out to find the
place and buy one.”
“You won’t do any such thing;
you are goiug to stay right here and
keep your head shut!’’
“ I am, am I ?’’
“ Yes, yon are!”
And that settled that. Ho leaned
back, sighing like the last turn of a
big fly-wheel, and the old lady was
almost dozing when he made a move
that startled her. He was trying to
scratch the sole of his left foot with
the toe of his right boot.
“Them blasted chillblainsl” ho
whispered, as she faced around.
“Yon stopl” she commanded.
“I tell you they itch so I can’t
stand it 1”
“ All the folks are looking!” she
exclaimed, “ and you’ll soon be the
laughing stock ot everybody in the
room! Let your ieet go till night,
and then you can rub ’em with sand
paper again I”
“ I’m going to pull my boots off
now—this very minit—and dig them
’ere chillblains right to the heart!” he
said in a determined tone.
“No, yon won’t!”
Yes I will!’’
“I see what I’ve got to do!”
she said as she rose np. “ You foller
me P*
“Why?”
“ Como right along without a
word l**
He followed her out into the depot
and to the lower end. Her clenched
hand was seen to “tick” his long
nose as she indulged in emphatic ges
tures, and when lie followed her back
he looked pale. As he was going
into the door of the waiting-room a
merry traveler remarked:
“The old lady rather runs this
house, doesn’t she!’’
“She does!” whispered the old
man as he halted for an instant.
“ She’s my third wife, and she’s got
heaps of town lots, ’piles of pine land
and wagon-loads of mill-dams and
saw-mills. I hain’t got nothing—
nothing but religion, and that don’t
back me worth a cent when the old
lady puts her foot down! Yvs, I’m
sot down on—good-bye.
Five minutes after that the was
leaning against the wall, dozing off
to sleep, and a big tear resting on
either cheek.
John Bright on Indian Fam
ines.
At a recent meeting held in Man
chester, the Capital of the English
cotton-spinning and calico-weaving
district, for the p irpose of consider
ing the question of “ British India;
its famines, and the prevention of
jijiem,” Mr. John Bright made a pow-
wfftVlipeech, aboutfdisg in fiicts rs.
well as in suggestions and arguments,
which throw ranch light upon a very
difficult subject. There were proba
bly 250,000,000 men, women and
children in India snbjected-to Queen
Victoria. British domination there
began little more than a v century'
ago, by means which have been in
strumental, he feared, in bnilding up
almost all great empires—by ambi
tion, crime and conquest. A popula
tion equal to one-sixth of the whole
population of the globe was now
held in subjection by a handful of
Englishmen, backed by an army of
60,000 British troops, and a revenue
of fifty millions sterling, gathered
from these people in the shape of
taxes, with a large sum from the
opium monopoly, was annually ex
pended in this India. The natives
have no voice in the management of
their own affairs, are never consulted
upon any matter connected with the
government ot tlieir country. His
opinion was that India should be di
vided into four or five separate Presi
dencies, wholly independent of each
other, and that the natives should be
gradually trained to govern them
selves—a contingency, he suggested,
which ought to be taken into account,
and which might occur sooner than
was expected, for famines were fre
quent in India. In 1837-38 there
was one which affected 8,000,000
persons, 5,000,000 intensely, and with
loss of life to 800,000. In 1860-61
there was another famine, affecting
thirteen millions of people and de
stroying over a million. In 1868-69
another visitation of this sort occurred
in the Rahjpootana and surrounding
district-*, an area of one hundred
thousand square miles, and the gov
ernment admitted that 1,350,000
persons had perished of hunger in
that famine. Of these terrible in
stances F.ngland had heard little at
the time, except by odd paragraphs,
now and then, from Indian papers.
In the present year it was known
that over 500,000 persons had died
from a like cause, and this did not
represent the entire morality. Ac
companying these famines was loss of
cattle, terrible in an agricultural
country, the loss of produce, and the
los9 of revenue. But the loss of hu
man life, over 3,000,000 in the last
ten years, was the greatest evil of all.
Was there a possible remedy ? The
famine was declared to arise from
drought. There was soil,-there was
sun, there was rain—but the rain did
not always come when it was seeded.
Soil, sup, water, and human labor
would produce rich harvests through
out India. Irrigation must be em
ployed to supply the occasional want
of water, and this had been used in
ancient times in mo9t Oriental lands,
and it would be humane as well as
prudent to expend for this purpose
twenty-five or thirty millions sterling
within the next few years. In this
manner England might endeavor to
make amends for the original crimes
upon which much of her power in
India had been founded, and for
many errors of judgment. made by
governing persons whose intentions
were probably good. Mr. Bright’s
speech has excited an unusual
demonstration of feeling throughout
England.—The Ih-ess.
A Warning to Young Hus
bands;
Chicago Herald: A young wife in
Michigan had jnst got settled in her
new home. All seemed fair and
promising, for she did not know that
her husband was a drunkard. But
one night he came home at a very
late hour and much the- worse for
liquor. When he staggered into the
house the wife, who was greatly
shocked told him he was sick and to
lie down at once, and in a moment or
two he was comfortably settled on a
sofa in a drunken sleep. His face
was reddish, pnrple, his breathing
was heavy, and altogether he was a
pitiable looking object.
The doctor was sent for post-haste
and mustard applied to his feet an l
hands. When the. doctor came and
felt his pulse and examined him and
found that he was only drunk, he
said:
“ He will be all right in the morn-
But the wifh^nsisted t^at he wad
very sick, and that severe remedies
must be used.
“ You must shave his head and
apply blisters,” she urged or I will
send for some one who will.”
The husband’s head was accord
ingly shaved closely, and blisters
applied.
The patient lay all night in a
drunken sleep, notwithstanding the
blisters were eating into the flesh, it
was not till near morning that he be
gan to beat about, disturbed by pain.
About daylight he woke up to a
most uncomfortable consciousness of
agonies.
“ What does this mean ? he said,
putting his hands to his bandaged
head.
“ Lie still you mustn’t stir,” said
the wife; “you have been very
sick.”
“ I’m not sick.”
“ Oh, yes, you are; you have the
brain fever. We have worked with
you all night.’’
“ I should think you had,” groaned
the poor victim. “ What’s the mater
with my feet?”
“ They are blistered.’’
“Well, I’m better now; takeoff
the blisters—do,’’ he pleaded piteous
ly-
He was in a most uncomfortable
state—his head covered with sores,
and his feet ar.d hands were still
worse.
“ Dear,’’ he said, groaning, “ if I
ever get sick in this way agair, don’t
be alarmed and send for a doctor,
and, above all, don’t blister me
again.”
“ Ob, indeed I will; all that saved
yon were the blisters, and if you have
another such a spell I should be
more frightened than ever, for the
tendency. I am sure it is appoplexy,
and from the next attack you will be
likely to die, unless the severest
measures are used.
He made no further defense. Suf :
flee it to say he never had another
attack.
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