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■■■■hhhhb - . —■ ■— 1 • ‘ -t . ■ -S* •• • ••• \± % -!• - jgjj_)VVlN MARTIN, 3?x*opx-ietoa*. — — Devoted to Home Intearests and Culture. . — TWODOLLiiKSA Year in AJrtvanec, H1 . VOLUME IX. PERRY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 26, 1879. NUMBER 26. • 2'n.; * THE voice in the twilight. I wm iitUng *'°ne toward the twilight, With spirit troubled and vexed, ; With thought* that were moibid and gloomy, j And frith that was eadly perplexed. gome homely work I was doing* Por tho child of my love and care, Borne iticbes half wearily sitting, jn the endless nude of repair. put my thoughts were abo itthe -building,” The Work some day to be tried; And'that only the gold and the silver. And tho precious stones, shouldabide. Bn4 remembering my own poor efforts, The wretched work I had done. And even when trying most truly, The meagre success I had won; • It is nothing but‘wood, hay, and stubble,' ' I aald; “It will all bo burnod” This uselessfruit of the talents One day to be returned. ••And I have so longed to serve Him, And sometimes Iknow I have tried; Bn'.I'm sure when He sees such building He never will let it abide,” Jiist then, as I turned the garment, That no rent should be left behind, Jlj eye caught sigh, an odd little bungle Of mending and patch work combined. ■ My heart grow suddenly tender, And something blinded my eyes. With ono of those sweet intuitions That lometlmcs mako ub so wise. Dear child! She wanted to hetp me, Iknow 'twas the best she could do; But oh, what a botch t he made it— Tho gray mismatching tho blue! And ye;—can you understand it?— With a tender smile and tear. And half compassionate yearning, I felt she had grown more dear. Then a sweet voice broke the stillness, And tho d car Lord said to me, “Art thou tenderer for the lit le child Than I am tender for thee?” Then straightway I knew his meaning, So full of compassion and lore, And my faith came back to its Befngo Like the glad returning dove: For I thought when the Master-builder Comes down His temple to view, To see what rents must be meuded And what must ho buildcd anew— Perhaps as He looks o'er the building, He will bring my work to the light, And seeing (he meaning and bungling; And how far it all is from right. He will feci as I felt— for my darling. And will say as I said for her; “Dear childl She wanted to help me, And love for mo was tho spur: “And, for the true love that Is in it, The work shall Bccm perfect as mine And because it was willing service, I will crown it with piaudi t divine.” And tlioio in the deepening twilight I seemed to he clasping a hand, Aud to feel a great love constraining me, Stronger than any command. Then I know by thrill and iwcctness, 'Twas the hand of the Blessed One, That would tenderly gnidc and hold me 'Till all the labor is done. So my thoughts arc nevermore gloomy, My faith no longer is dim, But my heart is strong and restful And mine eyes are unto Him. —Northwestern Christian Advocate. memoriae address of a. c. RILEY, ESQ-, AT MAR SH ALL VILLE. The following is published by request ef the Memorial Association. Its late pnblication is duetto tho fact that we only received the manuscript last week, the delay being due to a misunderstand ing not necessary to explain here: Mi. A. C. RileyEsq:— Dhab Sib;—At the solicitation of many friends, I now write to request a copy of your most excellent speech, for pub lication. With the hope that yonr fu ture career may become brighter and brighter as the years roll on, I remain Respectfully yours, Mbs. Db. Jno. R. Cook, Pres. M. A. Marshallville, April 30th, 1879. er the same grand nation, but the bow ed and sorrowful mother, stricken with grief and mourning ltke Rachel: “weep ing for her children and will not be comforted because they are not” Ytt, as she bends over tbe bodies of her buried brave, kneeling there and raising her eyes in prayer to Heaven, lb! in the emblem of her grief, in the tear-drop that dims her eye; mirrored in radiant beauty, beams tlie law of God’s eternal promise. Though cast down, not forsaken; conquered, not disgraced. For those, of her sons who perished, died with their faces to the foe, and those who returned, brought back their, shields of valor. ft is natural that men reared in the south should be courageous. The soil and climate, the scenery and local asso ciations, united with the hallowing influ ences of religions homes and virtuous and patriotic women, could not fail to produce a bold, brave and generous soldiery. It was a custom among the Greeks and Romans, on the days of their na tional games and festivities, to relate in poetry and song the martial deeds of the warriors and soldiers. Thus Virgil suDg. Homer■JlSwtS’ecl in lines of irn- moHal-b^tsffy'ttiKl strains of stirring patriotism the glories of the “Trojan War.” So, too, the brilliant deeds of the battles of Platea, Senctra, Mara thon, Thermopylae and' ‘‘sea-born Sa- taunis,” wreathed in a crown of cour age and valor, are handed down in the liistorv of this warlike people. The glories of our Revolutionary fath ers, the names of Marion and Lee, of Morgan and Warren, Putnam and Greene, are household words in the temple of American liberty. Aud to day we are proud to claim descent from the men who pa’ ticipated in that war for independence. We owe to posterity a truthful history of our cause, and uutil such a history can be written, it may be the high and holy privilege of this associa tion to keep fresh the eveuts that will one day gild the pages of an impartial history of out risi, progress, decline aud fall. We owe it to the great men who so often led our soldiers to victory, most of whom arc dead and caunot see that a place is reserved for them in their country’s history. They deserve to be remembered by the world and loved by their countrymen. It is due to the gal lant dead, no less brave than their lead ers, who sleep on so many hard-fought fields, and died in the hope that they would not be forgotten by those whose liberties they perished to save. It is due to a great cause that was so near beiug wou, and failed, not from a want of courage aud valor on the part of the men who wore the “gray.” It is not enough to say that those men thought they were right. They believed it, they knew it, and wo affirm to day that they were right. “Tbe south had right, •reason aud justice on her side, and they have not changed sides simply because we were defeated.” Gather your children around the fireside, and in the quiet of the evening hour, and tell them our his tory all over, “from the birth of its dream to tbe last-.” Let it be told to all coming ages in a spirit of tiuth that the whole world will feel and acknowl edge. “Let Truth l-e tlie champion and History the trumpet.” before whose blast the votaries of error shall crouch and sneak away like the dark and murky night before tbe beams of a fnll-orbed sun. It will be tolcL- Mrs.Dr.Jnq. R. Cook, Pres. M. A.:— Dbab Madame.—I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of yonr: favor- of the 30th nlt.j requesting in behalf of jonrself and others, a copy of my mem orial address delivered before your as sociation pn the 26th of April for pub lication. I cheerfully comply with your request. Thanking yon for the land manner in which yoq expressed your wishes, l am, Yours very truly, Alokzo C. Riley. Marshallville, May 3rd, 1879. Ladies of the Memorial Association, La. dies and Gentlemen: The uncounted multitudes that are assembled to-day all over this Southern the cessation from the pursuits of Hie, these floral offerings, and the deep concern depicted on your faces, prove the feeling which this occasion has ex- dted. We have come to instill , in the youthful heart feelings of patriotism, to* renew the ties that bind ns to a com mon cause, a common straggle and a common suffering. To strengthen those ends that unite us in one common Solitude to the memory of the men who “knew the right, and knowing, ■wee! nmniain;” to commend their val- cr, and to hand down to posterity the rightness of their example. Eighteen years ago we beheld the Sccud old nation of tho south, lot-king ln e °oseious pride upon her gallant "'ho bad left home and tbe com- °rts of home life, and had taken lip the wo.Q in defense of their native Lind. 0Ul years later we beheld her no long- “Truth crushed to earth will rise again, The eternal years of God areber’s; While error wounded, writhes in pain, And dies amid her worshippers." Let their deeds on the famous day of the battle of “Bull Run” be recounted. How 20,000 Confederates put to flight 60,000 Federate, together with the- elite of Washington City, Who had come dressed in holiday attire, with wine and music, to celebrate with the feast and the dance, the victory of their Federal tioops. Let it be told how this army. fh-d to Washington City,, surprised and. terri fied at the deadly resistance of our gal lant men. : : Follow the course of these men as they were led for more than three years over the soil of Virginia, as they trod iii triumph, .with -feet- red with, the blood of their erienries, and as they drove back the invading hosts, some- t : mes four, sometimes three, but never less ttian two toohe; struggling on witn desperate courage and enthusiastic hope. At one time forcing McLellan across the Janies and clear away from the soil of Virginia. Now hailing Burnside in inglorious defeat across the Rappahannock, and saving the good town of Fredericksburg. See! how they flank and rout the northern hosts under Hooker in the Wilderness.* It was up on one of these occasions, when Gener al Jackson was standingin the pride of conscious power upon the battle-field, issueing his artillery . oommands, that the gallant Bee exclaimed to his over taxed command, “There is Jackson standing like a stone wall; let us rally behind the Virginians: let ns determine to die here, and we will conquer.” With what determination they drove hack the ( invaders aud put them to bcwilderinu ; flight, in despair that anything eonld : be accomplished, even with the aid of ; their allies, against brave and determin- ! ed men, fighting for their rights, lc-d by a Lee, and backed by a stonewall— Jackson; the cheer of whose men always struck terror tofthe hearts of their ene mies. Pause with them at Cold Har bor, where they so completely jrgptcd the enemy that the anthoritie# at'Wash- ingtou began to fear they fffugbt iij vain. Here Marshallville lost one* bV her “jewels,” who fell in the very flush of victory, like the gallant Wolfe on the heights of Abraham, and gave his life a willing sacrifice in defense of his coun try. [Maj. J. O. Owens.] But we would hot stop Lere,—go with them to McDowell’s Heights, where the famous “12th Georgia Kegiment,” com posed in part of the “Davis Rifles” from this place, did such desperate fighting. Having been advanced at first in front of tbe crest of bills, where their lines showed to the enemy be neath in bold relief against the sky. : — They could not be persuaded to retire to the reverse of the ridge, where many other regiments found partial security without losing the efficiency of their fire. Their commander, seeing their useless exposure, endeavored again and again to withdraw them; but amidst the musketry, his voice was lifted up in vain; aud when by passing along the line he persuaded one wiDg of the regi ment to recede, they rushed again to the front whila he was gone to expostu late with the other, and showered dead ly volleys upon the ranks of the inva der.” Tell me! for you were there, if when the shot and shell rained like hail upon their devoted ranks, tell me if the southern soldier blanched or quailed? But it is not for me, it is not for any man, to describe the grandeur^ aDd he roism displayed by our men on that day. [Here the speaker pointed to the ‘Davis Rifles’s” - flag, which was unfurl ed at half-mast behind him.] The ora tor is before you. Let it speak. Tho’ its lips are silent, it speaks volumes to us of courage, valor and patriotism. They fought like brave men, long and well. Here fell the gallant McMillan. Here fell your beloved sous aud broth ers, leaving to Macon conu’y the rich inheritance of their name and example. Did time and occasion permit, ve would follow our men through the whole war; for they were as glorious in defeat as they were in victory. When death threatened them in the pride and pomp of war they were nothing daunted, but when he came on the “Pale Horse” and brought famiue iu our ranks, it was not in the hearts of our men to resist him, or protract a useless struggle against the overwhelming numbers of the. enemy. Tlie last act of the drama is now complete. The south sheathes her sivord and furls her banner without one stain of dishonor upon its spotless folds. The bird of hope which had led our soldiers through four long years of civil war, now folds its white wings to its side, and drops at the foot of the southern cross. Lee sheathes his faith ful Sword and hands it to Grant. Then, tm-ning, there was a look of approba tion aud pride on every feature of his fine face as he gazed up and down the line of the battered remains of a once grand army. He did not reproach them with word or look, for he knew that they bud done all that men could do to sup port our cause. A Cato might have fal len upon his sword; but a Lee returns to the put suits of a private Me, follow ed by the love of his soldiers and the gratitude of his country. “Great maul yon are gathered to your fathers, and live only to your country in her grateful remembrance and your own bright example.” It is true we did riot accomplish our separate independence; but we did pLmt a land-mark for principles that will guide freedom’s sons for ages yet unborn. •‘Bullets may mangle flesh, spill blood, slay men, but they can never reach the vital principles for which men contend.” Who here to-day is not proud, not only that he is an American citizen, but also, that “by birth and sentiment he is of the south.” As we look over this audience to-day, our eyes behold some who participated in our late straggle, and there are many such all over Ibis land. Soldiers of a memorable civil war! you are spared once more to witness the commemora tion of your deeds pn the field of battle. God has allowed yon once more to to partake of the blessings of your country. He has permitted us, yonr wives, sous, daughters and brothers, to meet yon here with giatefnl heaits, in the name of a great cause, iu tbe name of oppres sed right and’iri the name of all that is dear to a patriotic heart—to thank yoy! Bu\ alas! you are not all here: the sword has thinned yonr ranks; our eyes look in vain for many of the patriots who left our midst; some in the bud of youth, others in the pride of manhood. They went forth with the common in junction of the southern mother, “My son, come back a soldier, or die with your face to the enemy.” And nobly did they fulfill these injunctions; fir they composed in part one.of the most gallant divisions of the whole pro visional army. Men who never asked, “How many?” hat, “Where are the en emy?” Anil how shall we speak of their brave commander? Virginia’s boast,— the nation’s pride: He, the great martyr of this great cause! He, the vie:ini of a fearful mis take on the part of his owu devoted men! “Gut down by Providence in the hour of over whelming anxiety and deep gloom; pouring out his generous blood like water, before he knew whether it would fertilize a land of freedim or a land of bondage.” “Great and holy man! tho’ our proud colors no more un furl thy praise, tho’ the booming of victorious cannon no more prtJcteim thy fame,” yet thy memory is.engraven on 00 the imperishable tablet of tbe south ern heart! “Firston the dusty plain. The goklcn prize to gain, What hero boasts thy praise in Epic story? Oft on thy brow was seen The peaceful oUve’s green,. The palm of th£_unsallied fame.” The fame of Stonewall Jackson, the hero-martyr of the nineteenth century! And you! Benton, Hill, Cleburne, Cobb, Johnson, and hosts of others! you too are remembered. Jackson and Lee were not the only brave men who led our soldiers to battle. They were suc cessful; but there were many captains in our hosts whose colors were never lowered to an enemy. Every soldier deserves special mention. In commending the courage of the men, let us not forget the self-denial ef the women. -She was the star at home whose bright beams cheered our men to suffer and endure. It was to this star, when weary and disconsolate, onr sol diers looked for strength and encour agement. When did they fail to aid our cause when it was in their power to do it? In how many instances did they check desertion. When were they ever heard to complain of hardships neces sarily imposed on them by war? “Sol diers’ Aid Societies” over the whole southern land by the ladies. It was one of the last acts of the government to call on the Virginia ladies for food tor the army. And the reply to such a call by a distinguished Virginia lady, was the common reply of the women of the svhole south. Said she: “I aud my children will live upon the head, let the soldiers have the meat.” Said a Federal general to a southern lady. “Madame, you astonish me! Your slaves are deserting you or are being daily spirited away, yonr homrs are sacked, your farms wasted, your stock destroyed, and jet you make no com plaint.” “Sir,” said the lady, in the spirit of Cornelia, “you do not under stand tbe feelings of our southern wo men in their estimation of the cease for which you are making them suffer. I lost my husband not long ago, I shed no tears over him; and do you suppose 1 would mourn over property, when I made no moan over him? When I lost him, I lost my all. My sex forbids me to take his place in tbe ranks, I cannot fight; but I can endure.” And nobly she did endure throughout tbe whole war. My countrymen, it was her hand that rocked the soldier’s cradle; she instilled into his youthful heart feelings of pa triotism; she nerved his arm to fight his country’s battles; and on the field' and in the hospitals it was her gentle hand that cooled the soldier’s fevered brow; and now, when the “cruel war is over,” it is this same devoted woman who em balms in tbe hearts of his children and his countrymen, the memory of the southern soldier. God bless the woman of the south!— He does bless her, and blesses the south with her presence. There is no more potent influence that operates on the hearts and minds of men than that of the love of country. Hence it has pass ed into a proverb that “It is sweet, it is glorious to die for one’s country.” It is said that the Swiss, when they are forced to leave their country, and can not return to the shade and sunshine of their beautiful Alps, draop and die from home-sickness. So, too, the Is raelites “hung their harps on the wil lows and did not have the heart to sing m a strange land.” These people loved their country for its- beautiful mountain scenery, its healthful climate, and the fertility of its soil. No wonder then that the men of the south loved their sunny land, with her mountains and her rivers, her fruits and her flow ers. Let ns cherish iu onr heart’s most intimate affections a never-failing love for this hallowed spot of,our ancestors. Let ns through all coming years love the land consecrated by the memory of a Washington, Lee and Jackson; a Ben ton, Cleburne, Cobb and Sidney John son. Let ns, by being good and useful citizens, make this land all that these great men could have wished it to be come. Then will our land blossom as fhe “rose of Sharon,” and we can trutL- fally exclaim with the English poet: "There is a land of every land the pride. Beloved by Heaven o’er all tbe world beside, Where brighter sons dispense aerener light, And milder moons emparsdise the night; In every dime the magnet of the soul. Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole. Form this land of Heaven’s peculiar grace, The heritage of Xatnre’s noblest race, Theie is a ip a of earth supremely blest, A dearer, twe. ter spot than ail the rest. Where stall that spot of earth be found? Art thou a man? a pat riot? loot aronn d- Oh! thou shall find, howe'er thy footsteps roam. That land thy country, that spot thy home ” It is natural to mourn when those whom we love are taken away; we do not ask you to check the noble emo tions of the soul; and while it is sad to think that so many of our brave men sleep in a strange land, some on the plains and in the wilderness, -others along the river banks and in the gloomy swamps, let ns remember that by day the sun sheds a halo of light around their graves, and by night, the beauti ful stars, the forget-me-nots of the an gels, keep constant vigil. "The tall cliff, the cavern lone, For tbe departed heroes mourn; Mountains weep in crystal rill, And flowers in tears of balm distil And rivers teach their rushing waves To mourn dirges ’round their graves.” We eaDnot forget them-—No, “Time cannot teacb forgetfulness, When grief’s full heart is fed by fame.’ We thought as tbe roll was called, that if the spirits ef the dead partici pated in the affairs of the living, their soldier splits were gathered around us to-day from a hundred battle-fields.— They come from the plains of Manas sas, from the valley of the Shenandoah, from the heights of Fredericksburg, from the Potomac to the Rio Grande; from the mountains to the sea, they come, they come! and are bathed to-day in the love and gratitude of their coun trymen. Everywhere monuments are being raised by this association to per petuate the deeds of the southern sol dier. Noble tbe design, and noble the designers. “Let them rise until they meet the sun at bis coming, and let his departing rays play upon their sum mits.” Tho’ they were to pierce the clouds, they would do no more than justice to the grandeur of the cause.— But the glory of their arms does not rest for perpetuity on these marble monuments. Soldiers of the south! “Our poor work may perish, but thine will endure. These monuments may moulder away; the solid ground on which they rest may open .and engulf them; but thy memory shall never fail.” Like the im mortal amaranth, it will bloom again, beyond the stars. “ Wherever on earth a heart shall be fonnd that beats to the transports of patriotism and liberty, its highest am bition will be to claim kindred with thy spirit!” At the celebration of Queen Victoria’s sixtieth birthday in Canada, the * ‘feu de joie” salute was given, being the first time ever performed in this country. The different regiments needed constant drilling to bring them up to the requir ed proficiency in firing it. ns a single ’mistake renders the performance ridic ulous, wholly spoiling its effect. The salute is fired in England only on the queen’s birthday. The firiBg of thj sa lute begins on the right of tli6 front rank of the men, each piece beiDg dis charged separately, and in quick suc cession, so that there is an unbroken fire running like electricity along the line. When the firing reaches tbe left of the front rank, it returns np the rear lank from left to right. The effect is pleasing when the salute is properly given. Each man stands with his piece to his shoulder, the hammer cocked, and his finger upon the trigger. As the piece next to him explodes, lie fires, and so in turn each man along both ranks explodes his piece. Each man is guided by the click of the hammer fall ing on the piece to the right or left, in the front or rear rank, as his position happens to be. Should there be a sin gle misfire, the whole had better not have been attempted, as nothing more demoralizing can be guessed. The roy al salute, as practiced in the presence of royalty, involves also the firing of four teen heavy guns in rapid succession.— The whole salute usual'y leaves a heavy cloud of smoke which hangs for some time, veiling tLe scene. Toil and lie Happy- The Christian at Work thinks Ruskiit- never said a truer thing than this: “If you want knowledge you must toil for it; if food, you must toil for it; if pleas ure, you must toil for it.” Toil is the law. Pleasure comes by toil, and not through self-indulgence and indolence. When one gets to love work his life is a happy one. Said a poor man in Brook lyn, the other day, with a family of eleyen to provide for: “If I were worth a million dollars, I should not wish to do much different than I do now every day, working hour after hour. I love it a thousand times better than rest.” He has for nearly half a century been surrounded by workers, and has caught the spirit of industry. He loves work better than food or sleep. He is hap py who has conquered laziness, once and forever. A Gas Clock- It is said that there is a clock in the Guildhall Mnseum, London, of which the motive power is hydrogen gas, gen erated by the action of diluted snlphuv- ic on a bull of zinc. The clock itself resembles a large colored glass cylinder without any cover, and about balf full of sulphuric scid. Floating on the top of this acid is a glass bell, and the gas generated forces forward this concave receiver until it nearly l eaches the top of the cylinder, when, by the action of a delicate lever, two valves become sim- ultaneonsly opened. One of these al lows the gas to escape, thereby cansng tbe receiver to descend and the other permits a fresh ball of zinc to fall into tbe acid. The same operation is repeat ed as long as the materials for making the gas is supplied, and this is effect ed without winding or manipulating of any kind. The dial plate is fixed to the front cf the cjlinder, and communi cates by wheels, etc., with a small glass perpendicular shaft, which rises with the receiver and sets the wheels in motion. A Washington correspondent of the Providence (Rhode Island) Jo vernal Sen ator Anthony’s paper, says; ‘ Informa tion from a prominent member of Gen. Grant’s party abroad, that he has stated in the most positive terms that he will not enter into a contest for the nomina tion, and that active work for the place on the part of prominent candidates wonld preclude him from allowing his name to be used. This confirms the opinion tliat some of orunt.s most in timate friends here have expressed, and for this reason the sadden announce ment of Secretary Shei man’s candidacy continues to disturb them greatly The subject is one of universal conversa tion.” .✓ A store wss broken into one night, bat strange to say nothing was carried off. The proprietor was making his boast of it, also expressing his surprise at losing nothing. “Not at all surpris ing,” said his neighbor; "the robbers lit a lamp didn’t they.” “Yes,” was the reply. ' “Well,” eoniinned the neighbor, “they fonnd your goods marked np so high that they could’ut afford to take them.” A Presbyterian church has been built and dedicated in Eiberton. A NEW SALUTE. Too Slack Grammar. The peril of employing highly edu cated youusr men as clerks was again il-. lustrated yesterday. A woman stopped at a green grreer’s on Woodward ave nue aud asked: “Is them lettuce fresh?” “You mean that 1 t-nce,” snggested the clerk, “and it is fresh.” “Then you’d better eat it!” she snap ped, asYhe walked on. The grocer rushed ont and asked the clerk what on earth had happened to anger her, and the young man re plied: “Why nothing, only I corrected her grammar.” “You have turned a vuy one of my best customers. Only yesterday she came iu and asked me how I sold those white sugar and I got an order for a A’hole burre!. Hang you sir! but if them ensti mers want grammar, they don’t expect to find her iu a grocery! No, sir, and if yon see she again you want to apt logize in the most hnmblcr- est manner!”—Detroit Free Press. The conviction and senrenciLg of Benjamin Mayer, of New York, to hard labor in the penitentiary for two years aud a half, promises to accomplish a great deal of good and to clear the bus*, iness atmosphere of that ciy. Mayer was a member of a firm that obtained §85,000 worth of goods on the represen tation that his firm was solvent, where as it was at the time insolvent, and soon alter went into bankruptcy, with liabilities of nearly ninety thousand dollars. Suits were immediately begun against Mayer for swindling. Finding the prosecutors determintd iu their case, Mayer became alarmed and offered, with tbe aid o! rich relativi s. to pay the amount he had atempted to swindle bis creditors ont of, if tLey would dis continue the crimiual cases against him. They refused, preferring to lose their money and vindicate tlie law, and May er will therefore spend a considerable period cf his life at Sing-Sing. In sen tencing Mayer, the Judge laid down the sound principle that any person who obtained goods from another by false representations as to his financial con dition is a swindler, aud should be pun ished like any other swindler. It is said that over forty applications Lave since been made to the District Attor ney to begin prosecutions against other business men who, like Mayer, have taken advantage of their creditors. It is probabale that before these capes are finished many persons in New York will learn the difference between honer- ty and dishonesty—a difference which they did not seem at one time to com prehend. Tbde as Pbeachixg. —No young wo man ever looks so well to a sensible man as when dressed in a plain, neat, modest attire, with but little ornament about her. She lcoks then as though she possessed worth iu herself, and needed no artificial rigging to enhance her valne. If a young woman wonld spend as much time iu improving her mind, training her temper and cherish ing kindness, mercy, and other good qualities, as most of them do in extra dress and ornaments to increase their charms, she would ac least be thousand UNDRESSING LITTL EYES. “Where is ‘Whisky Bill,’ who used to drive the old white horse in front of a twenty-five cent express wagon?” re peated the man in tones of snrpriso. “Well, now, it’s a curious case,” ho slowly continued. “We all thought ha had gone to the dogs for sure, for Re was drinking a pint of whisky a day, but a few mouths ago ho braced right up, stopped.drinking, aud now I hear he is good business and saving money; It beats all, for the last time I .saw hiisi he seemed balf underground." - When you go home at night and! find that all is well with yout own flesh 1 aud blood, do you goto sleep reasoning that the rest of the world must take’ care of itself? Do you ever shut your eyes and call up the hundreds of face^ von have met during the day, and won der if tlie paleness of death will cover any of them before the morrow? Wuen yon have been introduced to a face, even if it be a stranger’s, do you let it drop from memory with your. dreams; or do you call it up again and again as* night comes down, and hope it may loose none of its brightness in tho whirling mists of time? So “Whisky Bill” was hunted down; An inquiry here tmd thetofinally traced him to a little brown cottage on a by street. Ho sat on the step in the* twi light, a burly, broad sbonldered man of fifty, and in tho home three or fonr chil dren gathered around the lamp over a picture book. “Yes, they used to call me ‘Whiskey’ Bill’ dowu town.” he replied as ho moved along and made room, “but it’s weeks since I heard the name. No won der they thick me dead, for I’ve nofc - set eyes on the old crowd for months; aud I don’t vtant- to for months to’ come.” “They tell me you’ve qnit drinking,- One could see that from your face.” “I hope so. I haven’t touched a drop’ since February. Before that I was half drunk day in and day ont, and more of u brute than a' man. I don’t mind say ing that my wifes death set me to think ing, but I didn’t stop my liquor. Gotf forgive me, but I was drunk when 1 she’ died, balf drank at the grave, and T meant to go on a regular spree that’’ night. It was low down, sir,- but Twas 1 no better than a brute those dnyS.” “So you left yonr motherless’ chil dren at heme and .went out and got' drunk?,’ No, I said I meant to, bnt I didn’t;- The poor things were crying all the day,' and after coming home from the burial I thought to get ’em tucked away itf bed before I vent out Drank or so ber, I never struck one of ’em a blowy and they never ran from me when' I- staggered home. There is four of ’ear in there, and the vonngest isn’t quite* four years yet. I got the elder ones in 1 bed all right, and then came little Ned-.* He had cried himself to sleep, aud bo- called for mother as soon as I woke* him. Until that night I never had that boy on my knee, to say nothing of* patting him to bed, and yjn can giiesav these big fingers made slow work witfi the hooks ana buttons. Every minute he kept sajiug that his mother did’fc do that way and mother done this way,, and the big children were hiding theif heads under the qnilte to drown their sobs. When I had his clothes off and! bis night gown on, I was ashamed and put him down, and when the oldest saw tears in my eyes and pnt her arms around my neck, I dropped the name of ‘Whisky Bill’ right then and.for ever.” “And little Ned?.’” ’’Mebbe l’d have weakened bnt for him,” replied the man as he wiped hi» eyes. “After I had got the ohild’a. night-gown on, what did he do bnt kneel right down beside me and waifr for me to say the Lord’s Prayer to himt Why, sir, yon might have knocked me- down with a feather! There I was, mother and father to hrm, andl couldn’t say four words of that Prayer to save-, my life! He waited aud waited for me to- ■ begin, as his mother always had, and the big children were waiting, and I took him in my arms and kissed him, I called heaven to witness that my life- should change from that hour. And so. it did sir; and I’ve been toying bard ta, lead a sober, honest life. God helping me, no one shall call me ‘Whisky Bill’’ again.” The fonr little children, little Ned i* his night-gown, came ont for a good kiss, and the boy cuddled in bis father’s arms for a moment and said: “Good night pa—good night every, body in the world—good night, ma, np in heaven—and don’t pnt ont the light till we-get to sleep.”—Detroit Fret Press. A Boy’s Tbibute.—That was a dtli-. cate compliment a seven-year old Mil. waukee boy paid his mother the other evening. The family were dismissing at tbe snpper table the qualities which gq to make up the good wife. Nobody thought the litij-a fellow had been lis-. teDing or could understand the talk, until he leaned over the table and kiss ed Lis mother, and said: “Mamma, when I get big enough, I am going tQ marry a lady just like joq.”