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W. F. SfSTH, Publisher,
VOLUME IX.
WOMAN GOSSIP.
The Cotnjiliment.
Arrayed in snow-white pants and vest,
And other raiment fair to view
I stood before my sweetheart Sue—
The charming creature I loved best
“ iell me, and does niy costume suit?”
1 asked that apple of my eye,
And then the charmer made reply—
Oh, yes, you do look awful cute!”
Although I frequently had heard
My sweetheart vent her pleasure so,
2 must confess 1 did not know
The meaning of that fav’rite word.
But presently at window side
e stood and watched the passing throng
And soon a donkey passed along
With cars like wings extended wide,
And gazing at Ore doleful brute
My sweetheart gave a merry cry—
-1 quote her language with a sigh—
“Oh Charlie, ain’t he awful cute!”
—Denver Tribune.
A Professional Call and What Came of It.
An amusing story is told of the sue
coshful courtship of tlio lato Astronomer
Itoyal, and ho\T it began. A friend had
asked : “ Ilave you ever observed Mbs
X. ’s eyes ? They have the principle of
double refraction.” This struck the
philosopher as odd, and he expressed a
wish to soo them, and to call. At the
end of his visit ho begged permission to
call again, to observe the lady’s eyes in
a better light, and at last found the
problem was one which it would take a
lifetime to study—and he married her
111-Assorted Couples.
“How singular!” remarked a New
Haven lady to her husband. “The
pupor says two deaf mutes have just been
married!”
“Indeed,” replied the cruel raan,
“ what a happy, quiet time they’ll have,
to bo sure.”
“Oh, but they didn’t marry each
other. The man marriod a woman who
can talk and the woman married a man
who can talk.”
“Mighty ill-aasorted couples,” was
his truthful reply. —New Haven Regis
ter.
Oflie Quaker and the Lady.
A little satire is better than a great
deal of argument. It’s an old story, but,
like an old sermon, it can be profitably
used a second time, since it is good. A
venerable and sedate Quaker was stand
ing by the side of a lady at a fashiona
ble rccoption who “had nothing to
wear,” and who wore it. Her dress was
all right at the lower end—that is, it
dragged on the floor a couple of yards—
tripped up just a dozen gentlemen dur
ing the evening, who apologized polite
ly and then retired to the smoking
where they expressed their opinions with
proper freedom, but at the upper end it
began v*s low. ‘ ‘ Don’t you think it very
cold here?” she said to her companion.
“What can I put on?” The Quaker
looked at her for a moment and then
said quietly. “ I really don’t know.
Sarah, what thee can do, unless, per
haps, thee puts on another breastpin.”
TTnfc4 to lie Crushed.
An Oil City young man was reading
about recent doings in the Arctic re
gions, and his best girl was sitting near
by, watching the wagging of his mus
tache as tho words rolled out. She was
evidently more deeply absorbed in the
mustache than in the story. He con
tinued:
“She arrived at the mouth of the
River Lena about three months ago.
The Jeannette was crushed ”
“What?” asked the girl, quickly
standing up.
“Jeannette was crushed by ”
“Oh! but wasn’t that just too lovely !
Only think, to he completely crushed !”
“What are you talking about, dear
est? asked the young man, in surprise.
i: 1 was saying how grand it was to be
crashed. Did you say it was Lena or
Jeannette that was crushed ?”
“Jeannette, of course.”
“Oh ! how I wish I had been in Jean
nette's place J”
Then the press of business necessitat
ed turning down the gas.
Uniting Up a Society Bette.
The Washington correspondent of the
Louisville Courier-Journal thus de
scribes the course of grooming and diet
necessary to keep life in a society belle
during “the season :”
“ How does your daughter stand it ?”
I asked of a mother. She answered by
telling me that the same woman who
took charge of her daughter when an
infant still had the care of her, and
always waited until her young mistress
returned from a ball; then she un
dJVßsed her, gave her a sponge bath,
rubbed her well, and, after administer
ing a cup of hot beef tea, tucked her in
f ed and left her to sleep until noonday,
or longer, if she was so inclined. As
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I 8003 tIIQ young lady awoke she was
fed with beef tea, or some food equally
nourishing ; in short, she was treated as
she would be if seriously ill, and in that
[ Wa J sli e kept fresh for the afternoon
dancing receptions and the germans at
night. Nothing was expected of her
but to enjoy herself and rest when she
was tired, so she could continue to par
ticipate in the gayetie3 while the dancing
season lasted.
Typical Western Girls.
Tho Misses Kollock are four typical
Western girls. The family of W. E. and
A. M. Kollock, of Madison, Wis., con
sists of seven members, four of whom
are sisters. Of these Dr. Mary Kollock
Bcnuett, the eldest, graduated at ths
Women’s Medical College of Chicago,
and for many years has been practicing
successfully in that city. The next, Dr.
Harriet Kollock, graduated in tho medi
cal department, at Ann Arbor, Mich.,
nine yoars ago, since which time she has
been eminently successful in her pro
fessional work. The third, the Rev.
Florence Kollock, graduated at Canton
Theological College some years since,
and is now doing a good work as pastor
in a beautiful church, built for her by
her parish, at Englewood, a fine sub
urban town of Chicago. Dr. Jennie 0.
Kollock, the youngest sister, graduated
in the dental department of Ann Arbor,
Mich., together with a class of thirty- <
six gentlemen, she being tho only lady,
and passing the highest examination of
any in the class. She is now establish
ing herself successfully as a dental prao.
titioner in Chicago.
Talks with Tired Housekeepers.
The amount of labor performed by the
majority of farmers’ wives at the present
day is appalling. Sometimes we sigh
for the good old times of the past. To
be sure our grandmothers worked; but
they knew little or nothing of the hun
dreds of perplexing cares that wear out
tho life of the young wife and mother of
tho present day. Hurry and worry ldlj
more than work. The plain, stout,
home-spun suits our grandparents were
clothed in were very different from the
flimsy, tucked, ruffled and embroidered
suits that the little ones to-day are ar
vayed in.
There comes before my mind as I
write the care-worn faces of many dis
heartened housekeepers. Day after day
passes, but still there is plenty of work
on hand that ought to be done; in fact,
it always seems to be increasing. The
house must be kept perfectly olean, for
dirt in the house is a sin(?). The chil
dren must be kept looking “as well as
other people’s.” The husband is too
poor to hire help in the house, and ten
chances to one the poor wife has to bear
burdens that rightfully belong to him to
bear. He does not mean to be unkind,
but he does not know the pain she suffers
in silence, and he cannot realize the
weakness which makes her work a bur
den. And so the years glide on, until
mind and body can bear up under the
fearful strain no longer. Then tho toil
worn hands are folded, the throbbing,
burning brain becomes calm and cool,
and the sufferer is laid to rest—rest
at last.
All unnecessary work is wrong It is
as much your duty to rest when you feel
the need of it as is to work when you do
not. There is a great deal of work done
wliick never ought to be; it may seem
necessary, but experience will teach
you, if you will allow it to, that it is not.
Constantly dwelling upon the one sub
ject of house-work, the mind becomes
morbidly sensitive, and trifles will rear
themselves into mountains. This is a
fact experience has taught me. The
more work you do the more you will see
to do. The more you brush and scour
the more dirt you will see. There is a
time to stop, and happy are they who
know the time. —Kara Kyle
Colter and Dress.
Color is an immense factor in dress at
the present and a very fair test of the
amount of art and culture which a wom
an puts into her clothing, or at least how
far she keeps en rapport with the most re
cent ideas in making her selection. Art
and esthetio ideas in dress have done
much for us by introducing anew world
of color, a world of meaning, k ef depth
of expression such as of late years,
previous to this era, we knew nothing.
If any one wishes to be convinced of the
truth of this statement let him compare
the line-art shades in the materials of
to-day with those of ten, fifteen and
twenty-five years ago. Every year the
improvement is manifest and the shades
or tones develop a more subtle con
sciousness, a growing character which
contains possibilities of harmonious re
° t ‘ l t(> 111111 lul ! ''> , i M, the biffu in ol Truth, the Establishment of Justice, acd the Preservation of a People’s Clevernment.
INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA.
lations with the persons and influence*
with which it is brought in contact, of
whom and of which it is destined to be
come a part.
Take green, for example : There is no
color so significant, so capable of tender,
helpful, growing expression. It is in
the subdued art shades universally be
coming; anu it fraternizes with more
colors than any other except those that
do not quarrel because of their fixed and
eternal neutrality. Who does not re
member what were called tho “ grass”
greens and “apple” greens of a few
years ago? They were the greens of
paper flags on St. Patrick’s day ! Put
these greens by the greens of grass and
leaves, even at their brightest, and one
will bo astonished at the quiet depth,
the delicacy and subdued character of
the natural tint—the immense differ
ence between what wo call nature and
what is nature.
The esthetic school have tried to get
rid of th<} entire system of crude color,
substituting for it the refinement of sub
dued tones—such colors as axe found
upon old china, tapestry and needle
work; and, to a certain extent, they have
succeeded. Tho best English and French
manufacturers have been glad to adopt
ideas which had all the attraction of
novelty and all the force of tradition.
Particularly where atmospheric influ
ences are favorable colors have been
lowered, deepened and the general tone
greatly improved. In this country it is
more difficult to create a . ew departure
of this kind, because the climate lacks
the humidity and tenderness necessary
to the production of the most perfect
dyes; secondly, because the policy of
the country is to sustain its manufact
urers, not to improve its manufactures.
Our art colors are therefore confined to
imported fabrics and materials, and ths
price puts them out of the reach of any
but the rich, or at least those who can
afford luxuries. Still, one good effect
has been produced; our manufacturers
have been stimulated to the production
of variety in color and to attempts at
imitation. —Jennny June.
Small Talk.
Much learning shows how little mor
tal knows.
Does a girl cudgel her brains every
time she bangs her hair ?
“ My wife,” remarked Fitznoodle, “is
fairly crazy over the fashions. She’s got
the delirium trimmins.”
“An honest man is the noblest work
of God. ” Nothing is said about an hon
est woman, because she isn’t such an as
tounding variety.
“ My daughter,” exclaimed a fashion
able mother, “is innocence itself. You
can’t say anything in her presence that
will make her blush. ”
Hens scratch up flower beds only
when they are barefooted. That’s why
women run out and “shoe ” the hens to
keep ’em from doing damage.
A Georgia woman offered to bet four
pairs of socks against a dollar in cash
that she could count 1,000.000 in half a
day. Her jaw gave out in two hours.
“ What is meant by the pomps and
vanities of this world ?” asked the Sun
day-school teacher. “ Them flowers on
your hat, mum,” replied the quick-wit
ted scholar.
“You are weak,” said a woman to her
son, who was remonstrating against her
marrying again. “ Yes, mother,” he re
plied, “ I am so weak that I can’t go a
stepfather.”
It’s funny, but a soft-palmed woman
can pass a hot pie -plate to her nearest
neighbor at the table with a smile as
sweet as distilled honey, while a man
with a hand as homy as a crocodile’s
back will drop it-to the floor and howl
around like a Sioux Indian at a scalp
dance.
Under the laws of the pilgrim fathers
a man could not kiss his wife on Simday,
and, after a somewhat critical examina
tion of portraits of wives of those days,
we think the laws were eminently just,
if not in the main lenient. The pilgrim
fathers should have been fined for kiss
ing such homely wives any day in the
week. —New Haven Register.
Equal to the emergency: Mrs. Pon
•onby de Tomkyns: “That lady was
evidently intended by nature for a
Chinese, Sir Charles. I wonder who she
can be ?” Sir Charles : “ She happens
to be my sister, Lady Plantagenet de la
Zouch. May I ask why you think na
ture intended her for a Oliinese?” Mrs.
Ponsonby de Tomkyna: “She struck
me as having such exquisitely small feet!’*
—London Hunch. _
Chit-ehat.
The road to matrimony is the bridal
path.
Advocates of improved husbandry
Old maids.
Whoever has learned to lovo has
learned to bs silent.
The newest thing in wall decoration
this spring is papier mache.
Ladies with Titian red hair should
wear only black satin and jet.
Kisses by people who no longer love
each other are merely collated yawns.
In love, women go to the length of
folly, and men to the extreme of silli
ness.
The readings of French plays at pri
vate houses is the latest fashionable
freak.
The Duchess of Edinburgh protests
against late dancing, and has many fol
lowers.
Queen Victoria remains faithful to
that ideal material of elderly ladies,
black iailk.
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It is yet au undecided question which
is of more importance to its possessor, a
lady’s trunk or an elephant's.
love is like a march-out in
time of peace—there is much music and
a good deal of dust, but no danger.
If women will put a drop of honey on
their tongue before speaking, they will
be surprised to see how easily friends are
made.'
The only way of paring the nails and
shaving the head of rumor, is for lovely
woman never to repeat one word she
hears/
Smxlax is now so well imitated by the
manufacturers that the artificial cannot
be distinguished from the real article
until taken in the hand.
A noted New York artist evolves from
the depths of his artistic consciousness
that a large poke bonnet and an aqui
line nose are made for each other.
resembles a village fair,
where every one endeavors to trade off
his lame horse or his vicious cow for a
handsome, sound and useful critter.
A great number of bridesmaids is
now considered vulgar, and the aristo
cratic bride has not above four if she be
an English girl, though twelve maidens
weref not unusual at a fashionable wed
ding a few years ago.
Wrench husband follows his wife
thresigh life as a dog his master on a
journey—making a thousand capers and
darh around her, rejoining her from
time to time, and sticking close to her
toward the end of the day.
The Princess of Wales is described as
being very slight and tall, with nose,
cheek and chin as delicately molded as
if done by a sculptor in marble. There
is no color in her face and she is very
spirituelle. And though she is 37, she
looks not over 24.
{ Tstere were no spring cleanings in
paradise, and Adam never returned from
hi ‘ ay’s inspection of the live stock to
fiiid his wife with a black streak mean
dering down the left side of her nose, a
broom in her hand, and the house in a
general state of confusion. Adam fell, but
he was all this.
Lady Welds receives “ intellects ”
every Saturday in a darkened
dimly lighted by rose-shaded lamps, tea
and refreshments being freely served.
On these occasions Oscar’s elder brother
Willie is tho soul of the entertainment,
chatting learnedly to one and another,
and giving, when requested, admirable
imitations of Irish life and dialect.
■LIFE ON THE STAGE.
Actors and actresses are proverbially
long lived and free from bodily infirmi
ty. Performances are seldom changed
throughthe illness of the performers. In
many theaters a season has passed with
out a single alteration, even of a part,
from illness.
This healthiness is attributed to the
necessarily active life of actors, and to
the regular exercise, not only of the
limbs, but also of the internal organs of
the throat and lungs, thereby fortifying
the weakest portion of the system.
Actors who have resisted the great
temptation of their calling to intemper
ance have reached the very longest term
of human life.
Of all classes they are the freest from
crime. This is owing mainly to their
constant occupation of mind, time and
bodv in their pursuit; but it may be also
attributed to their softness of feeling and
sympathy of character. They are char
itable almost to recklessness in their ef
forts to relieve suffering. —Nmv York
Mail.
EMEUS OUT S TRIBUTE TO THE WARM
ER.
The following worthy tribute to the
farmer is from the pen of Ralph Waldo
Emerson:
The glory of the farmer is that in the
division of labor it is his part to create;
all trade rests at last on his primitive
activity. He stands close to nature; he
obtains from the earth the bread and
meat; the food which was not he causes
to be.
The first farmer was the first man,
and all historic nobility rests on possess
ion and use of laud. The farmer’s office
is precise and important, but you must
not try to paint him in rose colors. You
cannot make pretty compliments to fate
and gravitation, whose minister he is.
He represents the necessities. It is the
beauty of the great economy of the
world that makes his comeliness. Ho
bends to the order of the seasons, the
weather, the soil and crops as the sails
of the ship bend to the wind. He rep
resents continuous hard labor year after
year and small gains.
He takes the pace of seasons, plants
and chemistry. Nature never hurries ;
atom by atom, little by little she
achieves her work. The farmer ties
himself to nature, and acquires that
livelong patience which belongs only to
her. He must wait for his crops to
grow.
His entertainments, his liberties and
his spending must be on a farmer’s scale
—not a merchant’s. It were as false for
farmers to use a wholesale and massy
expense as for States to use minute econ
omy.
He has great trusts confided to him.
In the great household of nature the
farmer stands at the door of the bread
room, and weighs each loaf. It is for
him to say if men shall marry or not.
Early marriages and the number of
births are indissolubly connected with
an abundance of food. The farmer is a
hoarded capital of health, as the farm is
of wealth, and it is from him that the
health and power, moral and intellectual,
of the cities come. The city is always
recruited from the country. The men
in cities, who are centers of energy, the
driving-wheels of trade, and the women
of beauty and genius—are the children
and grandchildren of the farmer, and are
spending the energies whioh their fath
ers’ hardy, silent life accumulated in
frosty furrows.
He is a continuous benefactor. He
who digs a well, constructs a stone
foundation, plants an orchard, builds a
durable house, reclaims a swamp, or so
much as puts a stone seat by the way
side, makes the land so far lovely and
desirable, makes a fortune which he
cannot carry away with him, but which
is useful to his country long after
ward. * * *
Who are the farmer’s servants ? Geol
ogy and ohemistry, the quarry of the
air, the water of the brook, the light
ning of the cloud, the casting of the
worms, the plow of the frost. Long be
fore he was born the sun of ages decom
posed the rocks, mellowed his land,
soaked it with light and heat, covered it
with vegetable film, then with forests,
and accumulated the sphagrum whose
decays made the peat of his meadow.,
A MARRIAGE PORTION FOR HIS
WIDOW.
A gentleman of this county, whose
name was not given, called upon a prom
inent lawyer of this city to write his
will, and in the devise to his wife he
added a clause that if she should marry
again then the property devised to her
should be for her sole and separate use,
free from the control of her husband,
but giving her the right to dispose of it
by will or otherwise as she pleased. It
was simply providing for his wife as
most prudent fathers provide for their
daughters. He made a marriage con
tract for her provided she made a mar
riage for herself. This is hardly as
liberal, but quite as wise, as the case of
the Frenchman who left his wife a
double portion provided she married
again, as marriage would entail a greater
expense upon her than if she lived sin
gle.—Lexington ( Ky .) Press.
When Mr. Edmunds had just been
elected to the Senate from Vermont a
member asked Senator Collamer what
kind of a man his new colleague was.
“ Avery able man,” was the answer.
“ Avery sharp-sighted man. Why, ha
can see a fly on a barn door, two miles
off, with perfect distinctness— and not
6ee the door.”
During the temporary absence of the
proprietor of the Sheridan (Neb.) Post,
parties entered the office and issued a
holiday edition that stirred things up
pretty generally in that place.
SUBSCRIPTION-$1.55.
NUMBER -il.
Ay AMBUSH OF ARTILLERY,
We werd driven back at Seven Pines
the first day, but on the second we gave
them a little “ Hail Columbia,” and
drove them back in return about half a
mile from where our outside line was es
tablished on the first day. It was a
most terrible fight. I had never seen
anything like it, and as I have never
seen an account of a rebel charge made
that day I will undertake to briefly de
scribe it. On a wooded eminence a
short distance below where our first
line had boon established two or three
batteries of artillery were stationed by
Heintzelman. One section of two
pieces was drawn out from the wood
and placed in the clear corn field beyond.
It was rather a dangerous position for a
battery to be in without support. The
section had scarcely unlimbered when
from the woods in their front there de
bouched four lines of Confederates
(Cheatham’s brigade), who, in regimental
front and four lines deep, came .pouring
down upon the devoted section, “hire
with canister 1” commanded the weak
little voice of the young Lieutenant who
commanded the section, and the Con
federates seemed to laugh at the two lit
tle six-pounders opposing them.
“Double-shot with canister!” said the
commander of the masked guns in the
woods, and still the enemy came on and
on, as if on parade. Not a musket was
fired, and the section kept booming
away with terrible rapidity. I had
thought that the Lieutenant and his
section would turn tail to the foe. He
did not, but stood there and worked his
guns with the coolness of a brave man.
All at once, with a yell, the enemy
started on a double-quick, and in a mo
ment more the section was captured and
the Lieutenant was a mangled corpse.
Now came the most terrible carnage I
had ever seen. The capture of the sec
tion had evidently greatly encouraged
the foe, and his lines swept up and up
the hill until within about a hundred
yards of the Union cannon. It was a
magnificent sight. The lines had no*
broken yet, but kept onward as march
ing for review. “ Fire I” rang out from
the woods, and at least a dozen cannon
belched forth their storm of death. I
can see it even now. Men in all the
agonies of death piled like fence rails
one upon another, with their more fort
unate comrades climbing over their
mangled bodies to reach the guns. The
magnificent lines of a moment before
wavered, then stood still, and then
faded away like snow beneath the sum
mer’s sun. The charge was ended, and
but few, if any, lived to return. Tho
field where the enemy hq,d advanced was
a perfect slaughter-pen, indeed, The
dead and wounded lay in all directions,
and not one of all tho men who had ad
vanced got back again. It was a gal
lant charge, and to the noble and brave
Lieutenant who commanded tho section
alone in the field, and who gave up his
life to duty, was the credit of winning
the -battle due. The enemy lost about
1,500 men in killed, wounded and pris
oners, Our loss was eight men killed
and sixteen wounded. —Philadelphia
Weekly Times.
RODERIGO HAD FORGOTTEN.
“ Will she never come ? ” he muttered
in low, earnest tones; “never come to
hear the sweet words of love that are
waiting on my lips for her ? ” A fish
rose to the surface of the brook, looked
at the young man and went away tired.
“I will seek her,” he said; but as he
turned to go a pair of gleaming arms
were thrown around his neck and two
rosy lips were puckered up for a kiss.
“So you have come at last,” he said,
looking at her fondly. “ Yes,” re
plied the girl ‘ ‘ Birdie McMurtrv never
breaks a promise. I told mamma that
she would have to hang out the clothes
herself to-day, although it nearly broke
my heart to leave her at such a time.”
“Great heavens!” said Roderigo to
himself, “ I had forgotten that it was
Monday.” —Chicago Tribune.
A CAUTIOUS EDITOR •
The religious welfare of Greenville,
Ala., is jealously guarded by the Echo.
Anew theater was to be opened with
“ Richelieu,” and the cautious editor,
while admitting that the play was re
garded as tolerably moral, felt it his
duty to add : “We are so utterly ig
norant of everything in this line, having
never informed ourselves upon the sub
ject, that we are entirely unable to make
any positive assertion one way or the
other. Tiiis notioe was allowed to enter
our columns with the express under
standing that we are constitutionally
and religiously opposed to theaters.
We have only announced—all go at
their own risk."