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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 tttttttttttttttt 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. . i 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."