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CALHOUN WEEKLY TIMES.
BY D. B. FREEMAN.
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Squire Wadley I Petition tor divorce in
. vs. V Gordon Superior Court,
Amanda Wadley. J September term, 1875.
The defendant is hereby notified that the
above stated case will be tr>ed at the Sep
tember term, 1875, of Cordon Superior
Court. IIANKS & BIVINGS,
jun9-60d. Plaintiff’s At.orneys.
TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW.
High hopes that burn like stars sublime,
Go down the Heaven of Freedom ;
And true hearts perish in tie time
We bitterest need them !
But never sit we down and say
There’s nothing left but sorrow ;
We walk the wilderness to-day,
The promised land to-morrow.
Our birds of song are silent now,
There are. no flowers blooming ;
Yet life beats in the silent bough,
And Freedom’s spring is coming ;
And Freedom’s time comes up alway,
Though we may strand in corrow ;
And our good bark aground tosday,
Shall float again to-morrew.
Thro’ all the long dark night of years
The people’s cry ascendeth,
And earth is wet with bloo i and tears ;
But, our weak sufferance endeth !
The few shall not forever sway,
The many toil in sorrow ;
The bars of liey are strong to-day,
But.Christ shall rise to-morrow.
Tho’ hearts brood o’er the past, our eyes
With smiling futures glisten ;
For, lo ! the dawn bursts up the skies!
Lean out your souls and listen !
The world rolls Freedom’s radiant way,
And ripens with her sorrow ;
Take heart! who bear the cross to day
shall wear the crown to-morrow ;
0, Youth ! flame-earnest, still aspire,
With energies immortal;
To many a haven of desire,
Our yearning ope’s a portal,
And though age wearies by the way,
And hearts break in the furrow,
We’ll sow the golden grain to-day,
The harvest comes to-murrow.
Build up heroic lives, and all
Be like a sheathen sabre,
Ready to flash out at God’s call,
0 chivalry of labor !
Triumph and Fail are twins; and aye
Joy suns the cloud of sorrow ;
And ’tis the martyrdom to-day
Brings victory to-morrow.
Gerald Massey.
TURNING THE TABLES.
Breakfast had just been cleared away,
and the little sitting room was very
bright and cheerful in the yellow flood
of the April sunshine. There were
pots of purple-blossomed violets in the
window seat, and a blue-ribboned guit
ar lying on the sola, and books lying
on the talle, and close by the fire Airs.
Haven had seated herself with her desk
to write some letters.
She was a trim, compact little woman,
with bright brown hair, and eyes to
match, and a resolute mouth that some
how carried out the expression of a
nose that our French neighbors phrase
“ retrousse .” Mary Haven had charac
ter —that you might see at a glance.
As she sat there, unscrewing the sil
ver top of her inkstand, and selecting a
suitable pen.the door opened very softly,
and a round full-mooned face appeared.
“ Mrs. Haven, mem, if you please.”
“ Yes,” said Mary Haven, descrying
at once by the infallible barometer of a
woman’s ear the rising thunderstorm
in the domestic atmosphere, “ What is
it, cook ?”
“ It’s not that you are not a kind
mistress, mem,” twisting the hem of her
check apron, and the wages is good, not
to say company is allowed once a week,
and Sunday evenings always out, but
there are some things flesh and blood
can’t stand, no more they can’t mem,
and I haint no patience with such do
ins’, and if you please to suit yourself,
mem, at a month’s warnin’—”
“Why, cook, what is the matter ?”
“ Some can abide meddlin’ with, mem,
and some can’t —and if the barrel o’
mackerel sets in the wrong corner, and
the sugar boxes ain’t kept covered prop
er, it’s the mistress should tell me of it,
and not the master, and if Mr. Haven
wants to be cook, mem, well and good,
but I won’t stay in the same kitchen !”
And cook flounced out, maltreating
her apron, having had her say.
Mrs. Haven flushed scarlet. She
rose and went down stairs to the cellar,
where her husband, minus his coat, was
endeavoring to move a huge washing
machine.
“l r ou see, Bridget,” he called out,
“this is the worst possible place the
thing could stand in, and—why, Mrs.
Haven, is it you ?”
“ Yes, it is I,” said Mrs. Haven, “ I
thought you had gone to your office,
Henry.”
“I’m going presently ” said Mr. Ha
ven, “ but you see, slary, everything
down here is at sixes and sevens. It’s
well I come down occasionally. Cook
has ro more economy than a wild sav
age, and Bridget puts everything pre
cisely where it shouldn’t be. My dear,
have you looked over the grocer’s bill
for a month ?”
“ No, I haven’t,” said Mrs. Haven.
“ Well, it’s quite alarming:. There
must be a leak somewhere —and that
reminds me —the molasses keg is drip#,
ping at the rate of half a pint a day.”
Bridget and cook stood by, murmur
ing dark discontent. 3lrs. Haven was
more annoyed than she cared to ex
press.
“ I will see to it,” she said.
“ But you don’t see to it, my dear ! 1
found a box of stale eggs on the top
shelf —eggs, my dear, that are complete
ly wasted, when eggs are five cents a
piece.”
Ms. Haven turned and went up stairs
again, with a round red spot glowing on
either cheek —signal pennons of the
disturbance within. She was not a
faultless angel, any more than other
women are, and she was very much out
of temper, as she walked up and down
the room with her hands behind her,
and the brown eyes glittering with an
ominous sparkle.
“ Mary, have you seen my memoran
dum book ?” asked her husband, as he
entered, pulling on his gloves
“No, I have not. Perhars you II
find it on the pantry shelf, or under
Bridget’s washing machine,'’ answered
Mary, shortly. „
“ Now, puss, you are out of- temper,
CALHOUN, GA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 23. 1875.
said Mr. Haven, good humoredly, “ and
how very unreasonable that is of you!”
“ Henry,” said Mrs. Haven, laying
one hand appealingly on his shou.der,
and looking up into his face, “ you do
not know how it mortifies and annoys
me to have you interfere in my domes
tic affairs.”
“Aren’t we a firm, Henry Haven and
Wife ?” he asked coolly, “and are not
our interests identical ?”
“ Yes ; but Henry Haven has his de
partment, and Wife ought to have
hers.” t
“ That’s all nonsense, my love.”
“ Henry, will you oblige me by leav
ing these domestic concerns to my oftn
management ?”
“I would do much to oblige you, my
dear Mary, but I shall not concede that
point,” he said, as he took his depart
ure, leaving Mrs. Haven indignant and
meditative.
Bridget’s voice broke with Celtic ac
cent upon her reverie.
“ Please, ma’am, I found this little
black book behind the flour barrel.”
“ Thank you, Bridget; it is Henry
Haven’s.”
She glanced mechanically at its
pages as Bridget disappeared. The
column devoted to that was full of
closely written memoranda.
“ See Kartwyn and Daley about the
house in 12tn street —not to let them
have it for 1,200. Call at McAllister’s
and order the green oil cloth instead of
buff for the office floor. Tell Martin to
proceed directly with suit in Russell vs.
Russell. Remind clerk not to settle
Taylor’s bill —alteration to be made
first. Go halves with Jordon in a lot
opposite Central Park”—and thus in
definitely.
Mary Haven had read the words
without much interest at first, but pres
ently her eyes brigtened, and a roguish
suspicion of a smile began to tremble
around her resolute lips.
“ I am very glad I found this memo
randum book,” she thought. “ Let me
see —Mr. Haven told me he was going
to Brooklyn in the morning; there will
be plenty of time.”
She glanced at her watch and then
rang the bell.
“ Bridget, will you step around the
corner and tell them to send a carriage
for me immediately ?”
Her bonnet and shawl were on long
before the vehicle arrived, and she em
ployed the surplus time in jotting down
various addresses from the Directory.
When at length the carriage arrived,
she took her seat with the self possession
of a queen.
“ Drive to Kartwyn & Daley’s N.—
street,”
Mr. Kartwyn came to his office door,
a dried up little lawyer, much aston
ished at the unexpected apparition of a
pretty woman in a carriage.
“ Good morning, Mr. Kartwyn,” said
Mary, calmly. “I am Mrs. Haven, I
called to let you know that you could
have .the house in Twelfth street for a
thousand dollars a year. I suppose you
are aware that the property belongs to
me.”
Mr. Kartwyn bowed low, delighted
with the bargain he was about to se
cure.
“And now drive to Mr. McAllister’s
carpet store,” said Mrs. Haven.
She walked in with cool self-posses
sion.
“ Mr. Haven has concluded to
take buff oil cloth,” she said.
Mr. McAllister stared as he entered
the order on his books.
“ I will send it around immediately.”
“ Now for the taylor,” thought Ma
ry.”
Snip and Scissors had an elegant es
tablishment on a side street, just out of
Broadway.
Mary camly walked up to the coun
ter.
“ Henry Haven’s bill receipted, if
you please.”
The taylor presented the bill, which
was promptly paid.
“ Where now, ma’am ?” said the
driver.
“ To Jordon’s real estate agency, op
posite street.”
“ Ah, Mrs. Haven, is it you?” said
the agent, cheerfully. “What can I
do to serve you this morning ?”
“ Nothing, thanks,” said Mary.
“ I came round to tell you that my hus
band "has thought better of the Central
Park lot. He will not take half.”
“All right,” said Jordon, “ Smythe
k Parker are only waiting for the op
portunity. I’ll let them know iumiedi
ately.”
“ I don’t think I have done quite
mischief enough,” said Mrs. Haven to
herself “ I’ll go down to tha office
now, and turn the stove around, and
have Jack re-arrange the law books?”
So the carriage left Mrs. Haven at
her husband’s office in a narrow, down
town street.”
About one hour subsequently, Mr.
Haven sauntered into the establishment
of Kartwyn k Daley.
“About that Twelfth street lease,
Kartwyn ?”
“ Y T es, sir;” said the lawyer, rubbing
his hands. “ A thousand dollars is a
very fair price. I don’t at all object to
giving it.”
“ Who the deuce is talking about a
thousand dollars ?” demanded the puz
zled Haven. “ I don’t mean to let you
have it a cent short of fifteen hun
dred !”
“Mrs. Haven was here this morning,
and told me it was her property, and 1
could have it for a thousand dollars !”
“Mrs. Haven !” echoed the astonish
ed husband. “But really this is quite
unbusinesslike !”
“ I don’t know whether it is or not,”
said the lawyer, stilly. “ I only know
that Mrs. Haven spoke before witness-
es, and that the property is undeniably
hers !”
Henry Haven retreated from the field,
vanquished, but chafing.
At the door of the carpet store Mr.
McAllister met him.
“ It’s all right, sir; the oil cloth is
half down by this time !”
“ Which oil-clotL ?”
“ The buff pattern, sir ; cheap goods.
Mrs. Haven was here and ordered it
some time since !”
“ The mischief she did !”
“ l hope there is no mistake, sir ?”
said the dealer anxiously.
“N —no,” returned honest Henry,
discontentedly ; adding to himself, as
he turned away. “ What has gjt into
Mary ? is she crazy ?”
Mr. Haven was in no very amiable
humor by the time he reached the
sanctum of Snip and Scissors.
“ I’d like to know what you mean by
sending home such garments! I won’t
wear ’em, unless they are made over
completely—nor will I pay the bill !”
• “Sir,” demanded the surprised tai
lor, “you are aware that our rule is, no
alteration alter the bill is settled.”
“Very well—your bill isn’t settled,
and it wou’t be either in a hurry !”
“Mrs. Haven paid it this morning.”
Mrs. Haven stared him in the face
at every step.
“I will stop in at Jordon’s anyway,”
he thought, “ and secure that lot. It
will be a capital speculation.”
Mr. Jordon looked up as Henry en
tered.
u Suppose we clear up the business
about that Central Park lot,” said Ha
ven, carelessly, “I don’t know that I can
do better.”
“ l 7 our decision comes rather late,”
isaid Mr. Jordon, “I signed over to
Smythe & Parker half an hour ago!”
“And by whose authority ?”
“ Mrs. Haven’s. She was here a lit
tle while since, and told me you would
not take the half lot!”
Mr. Haven left the real estate office
abruptly, and went directly down to his
own place. Mrs. Haven sat at his desk,
sorting and arranging papers with in
dustry worthy of a more legitimate
cause.
“Y r es, my dear : Jones vs. Brown ;
he belongs on the left hand pile. Re
ally, Mr. Haven, the confusion of your
papers is appalling!”
“Confusion, madam ? They were in
the most perfect orcter. Where are my
law books ?”
“Oh, I put them in the closet!”
“ Mary, are you crazy! It is
scarcely becoming for a woman thus to
usurp her husband’s place!”
“We are a firm, my dear, at least, so
you told me this morning—Henry Ha
ven & Wife—and therefore our inter
ests are identical!”
“ Yes, but—”
“ Consequently,” went on Mary,
mimicking her husband’s rather pomp
ous voice of the morning, “ I shall beg
the privilege of interfering whenever I
deem it advisable.”
He looked frowningly at his wife, but
the wriukles vanished out of his fore
head at the smiling sunshine of Mary’s
eyes.
“ My dear, it is rather late to trans
act any more business, shall we walk up
home together ?”
And Mr. Haven must have left his
“ interference ” principles at the office,
for Mary never saw any more ol^tliem.”
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A Vessel Bfavigaledby a Woman.
A vessel which arrived at New York
last Friday brought the intelligence that
the bark, Rebecca. Crowell, which left
New l 7 ork March 6, for Buenos Ayres,
became disabled during a severe gale,
three days after leaving here. Several
of the spars and sails were carried away,
and the captain and first mate were in
jured to such an extent that they were
confined to their births throughout the
rest of the voyage, and rendered inca
pable of managing the vessel. There
was no other person on board except the
captain’s wife, who understood naviga
tion, and she undertook the task of con
ducting the bark to its point of destina
tion. The second mate was a yonng
man of twenty years old, able to take
the helm, but ignorant of the process
of making observations. The woman
then assumed the command of the ves
sel, boxed the compass, took observa
tions, ascertained the latidude and lon
gitude, aud directed the course of the
vessel. After exercising control for
forty-eight days, during which the ves
sel encountered violent gales and ship
ped heavy seas, the captain's wife, worn
out and exhausted with her labors con
ducted the vessel, with its valuable car
go, safely into the port of Buenos Ay
res. A purse was made up for her on
her arrival.
Wives and Carpets. —ln the se
lection of a carpet, you should always
1 piefer one with small figures, for the
two web’s, of which the fabric consists,
are always more closely interwoven than
in carpeting where large figures are
wrought. “ There is a good deal of
true philosophy in this,” saj& one, “that
will apply to matters widely different
from the selection of carpets. A man
commits a sad mistake when he selects
a wife that cuts too large a figure On
the green capet of life—in other
words, makes much display. The at
tractions fade out —the web of life be
comes weak —and all the gay figures,
that seemed so charming at first, disap
pear like Summer flowers in Autumn.
This is what makes the bachelors, or
some of them. The wives of the pres
ent day wish to cut too large a figure in
the carpet of life.
’Tis the first spring mosquito
Heard humming alone,
His thirsty companions
Will come along soon.
[For the Calhoun Times.
A WORD OF ENCOURAGEMENT
We have often noticed, with mingled
feelings of pity and regret, the tenden
cy of mankind to verify the adage that
“When a man starts down hill, every
body gives him a kick.” This is, to
say the least of it, very ungenerous,and
entirely wrong. How often are the
good intentions of the young destroyed
by the discouraging and disparaging re
marks of the unfeeling, thoughtless “man
of the world I”
Naturally, mau is prone to evil; but
when, under the influence of the work
ings of the Holy Spirit, he resolves to
forsake the ways of evil, and live an
honest, upright life, and walk in the
paths of virtue and morality, we should
encourage him in every possible way.
Don’t think that because he has been a
frequenter of the gaming table, the grog
room, and the various haunts of evil,
that he is a hypocrite, or that he is not
going to hold out faithful. All things
are possihle with God, and
“ While the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.”
When you see a young man who has
been snatched from the awful abyss of
sin ; who has purposed to forsake his
evil ways, and endeavor to discharge
his duty to God and his fellow man;
who has resolved to turn aside from the
broad and much-trodden road that lead
eth to destruction, and Walk in the
straight and narrow path that leadeth
unto life—extend to him the “right hand
of Christian fellowship ;” speak the gen
tle and loving word of encouragement
to him ; exhort him to be faithful, even
unto death, and then he shall have a
crown of life; point him, with the fin
ger of gospel light,to that upper and bet
ter Kingdom, that “house not made with
hands, eternal and in the Heavens;”
and great is your reward.
Gentle and encouraging words are
never lost: for, though sometimes for
gotten by frail and feeble man, they
never escape the eye and ear of the re
cording angel of Heaven, aud there are
they entered to your credit.
A little word of encouragement gen
tly spoken, with a feeling of brother
ly love and Christian sympathy, will
cost you nothing, and oh ! the glorious
effect it has on that new-born soul! It
shows him that there are other hearts
which beat in unison with his and that
he has much to incite him to nobler and
better deeds —much to urge h'm on to
victory and to Heaven. Even the hard
est heart will melt away under the lits
tie word of loving kindness; hearts
may be softened by gentle words that
could never be penetrated by dint of
force or persuasion.
Approach that miserable-looking hu
man being, in the shape of a man, who
is even now staggering under the influ
ence, of rum, and speak of something
that will recall some incident of his
childhood, and see the effect. Instantly
a perceptible change will pass over his
face, his haggard and bloated features
will glow with a blaze of love, and his
whole countenance will beam with ra
diance at the thought of that dear
mother who cared for him in infancy,
and tried to point him to Heaven ; aud
those haggard, sunken and expression
less blood shotten eyes (the once bright
and blazing, but now shattered, windows
tothesoul)will be bedimmed with tears,
whUe he will bow his head in his hands
and weep !
The influence of kind words for good,
and the influence of harsh and thought
ess ones in sinking souls it to hell,is in
calculable. *
Never, we beseech you, let it be re
corded against you in the Courts of
Heaven that you were instrumental in
the eternal damnation of a human soul.
And this you may be, in a thousand
ways which, perhaps, you had never
dreamed of. Even a careless word, one
slight remark, made with no thought of
the evil it might result in, and with no
intention of malice or mischief, may
plunge again into the frightful depths
of sin. that soul which is yet “trembling
on the verge of the Heavenly King
dom.”
Always lend the helping hand to the
needy and helpless; ever speak the
word of encouragement to the doubtful
and faltering; but never doubt a man’s
good intentions, and be the means of
destroying them, by giving utterance to
yotfr doubts and fears, reminding him
of what he has done in the past, cr
by going to jour neighbor in confidence
and telling him of what dastardly and
sinful acts you know him to have been
guilty, under the false impression that
you are doing that neighbor a service.
Let us do right ourselves, and strive to
help others, and God will reward us in
the ¥ eud. S. R.
Strong Testimony.
Reading only a few days since, an ar
ticle from the pen of an African explo
rer, (I think. Stanley,) in which he said,
in effect that if a man intended to drink
spirits while traveling in the heat of
Africa, he had better make his will be
fore starting, caused me to look for an
old letter, which I found. It was from
a friend in Alabama, written thirty
years ago, in which he tells me of a
temperance meeting which he had then
recently attended, and of a speech by
001. Lehmonousky, who bad been for
many years a soldier under Napoleon.—
The veteran arose before the audience,
tall erect, and vigorous, and said, (as
my friend reports)—•
“ You see before you a man seventy
years old I have fought two hundred
battles, have fourteen wounds on my
body; have lived thirty daj r s on raw
horseflesh, with the bark of trees for
my bread ; snow and ice for my cover
ing; without stockings on my feet, and
only a few rags for my clothing. In
the deserts of Egpyt I have marched
for days under the burning sun; my
feet blistering in the hot sand ; with
eyes, nostrils and mouth filled with
dust; and with a thirst so tormenting
that I could have torn open my own
veins for drink had I believed I had
blood to spare. Do you ask how I sur
vived these horrors ? I answer that,
next to the kind providence of God, I
owe my preservation, and my subsequent
health and vigor, to the fact that 1 nev
cr drank a drop of spiritous liquor in
niy life. And,” he continued, “ Baron
Larry, Chief of the Medical Staff of
the French Army, had stated that the
six th usand survivers who safely re
turned from Egypt, were all men who
abstained from the use of ardent spir
its as a beverage.”
And, touching African experience I
will add another bit of testimony of my
own. While cn the coast of Africa in
the United States service, in the Sum
mer of 1843, a malignant inflammatory
disease of the eyes broke out among the
crew of our ship. A spirit ration of
half a pint of whisky per diem was
served out, and of those who did not
draw this spirit, but took credit of monk
ey instead, not one was in the least de
gree affected by the baleful disease.
Eife-Eeaves.
Pleasantest of pleasant hours are
those in which our thoughts are trans
ported from the tiresome scenes of the
Now to the recollections of the Then.
How pleasant in the quiet twilight hours
to take up the volume of life and turn
over its leaves, dwelling long on those
scenes that touch pleasant tjhords in
the memory and awaken harmonious
thoughts in the mind ! Long and lov
ingly do we linger over the first leaves
of this, our life volume—leaves whose
pages were in our childhood hours.—
What sweet memories and varied scenes
are presented by them to cur mind !
We see the dear old homestead, the
fields, the orchard, the meadow, the
creek bn whose banks so often
sat, and in childish glee tossed the peb
bles in its waters and watched the cir
cles grow wider and wider until they
touched either shore and were lost to
view. On the same pages we sec still
brighter scenes. Every page is light
ened and brightened by the smiles and
love of dear home friends. But, turn
ing over the leaves, we come to pages
on whose scenes, though not recalling
pleasant memories, we love to dwell.—
We take up these leaves and for hours
linger over the scenes they present. —
They are pages blurred by many tears,
marked by many scenes, every one of
which causes us a heart-throb. These
leaves tell of days in which some loved
one closed the volume of his life, leav
ing only his memory and a stone to tell
that he lived and loved.
Thus we cast a retrospect over our
past, leaf by leaf and page by page, re
viewing the record of our life work.—
At the end of this term we will turn
over the pages on which will be traced
this season’s acts. What will it unfold ?
It remains for us now, while the pages
are unwritten, to fill them with kind
words, pleasant smiles, good deeds, be
cause when once written they can never
be effaced. Let each day’s record be
all that we could wish it, so' that when
death closes and seals the volume of our
life, we need not tremble to have it
opened and read in the presence of the
Great Jehovah.
Women and the Census.
While Captain Harper wa3 engaged
in taking the census at Austin, Nev.,
recently, a lady on whom he called ask
ed permission to look at his book. The
captain, who is noted for his courtesy,
consetned, and after glancing over its
pages, the lady said : “ Now, lojk a
here, you can’t fool me that way; ’cord
ing to this book there ain’t a woman in
this town over forty years old. Y r ou
have got a dozen women down here as
being from thirty-five to forty years of
age. and I’ll take my solemn Bible oath
that I knew every one ot ’em ten years
ago and they was all the same age then
as they be now. Y r oung man, there
must be some mistake; probably you
ain’t good at figgers. You can put me
down at forty five ; I ain’t ashamed to
tell my age.” The captain put her
down at forty-five, but he says he’ll bet
all his money that she is over sixty.
Women charm, as a general thing,
in proportion as they are good. A plain
faee with a heart behind it is worth a
world of heartless bc-auty. Men wl o
have tried both uniformly agree to this.
Knowledge may slumber in the
memory, but it never dies; it is like
the dormouse in the ivid tower, that
sleeps while winter lasts, but awakens
with the warm breath of spring.
VOL. V.—no. 47,
Extravagance.
The following paragraphs, which wo
have met in the course of our reading
contain a groat deal of truth worthy the
consideration of our readers.
Extravagance in Living.—“On *
cannot wonder that the times occasion:
ally get hard, said a venerable citizen
too other day, “ when one sees the way
in which people live and ladies dress.’'
We thought there was a great deal of
truth in what the old gentleman said,
Houses at irom five hundred to a thou
sand dollars rent, brocades at three dok
lirs a yard, bonnets at twenty, and
shawls, and cloaks, &c., from fifty dol
lars up, are enough to embarrass any
community that indulges, in such ex
travagances as Americans do. For it is
not only the families of realized wealth
who could afford it, that spend money
in this way, but those who are y'ct la
boring to make a fortune, and who by
the chances of trade, may fail 0 f this
desirable result. Everybody wishes to
live, now-a days, as if already rich.—
llie wives arid daughters of men, not
worth two thousand a year, dress as
rich as those of men wortn ten or twen
ty thousand. The young. too, be-in
where their parents left off. Extrava
gance, in a word, is piled on extrava
gance, till
“Alps o’er Alps arise."
Ihe folly of this is apparent, The
sums thus lavished go for more to show
and neither refine the mind nor improve
the heart 1 hey gratify vanity, that
is all. % the practice of a wise econ
omy, most families might in time enti
tle themselves to such luxuries: and
then indulgence in them would not be
so reprehensible. If there are fwo
men, each making a clear two thousand
a year, and one lays by a thousand at
interest, while the other spends his en.
tire income, the first will have acquired
a fortune in sixteen years, sufficient to
yield an income equal to his accustom,
ed expenses, while the other will be as
poor as when he started in life. And
so of larger sum. In fi„ e , any man,
by Imogen half of what ho annually
makes, be it more or less, can before he
is forty, acquire enough, and have it in
vested in good securities, to live for the
rest of his life in the stylo in which h e
has been living all along. Yet h>w
few do it! But what prevents ? Extras
agance ! Extravagauce ! and again ex*
Lravagunce !
Dc P th of American Lakes.
There is a mystery about American
lakes. Lake Erie is only 60 to 70 feet
deep; but Lake Ontario, which is 592
feet deep, is 2HO fee t below the tide
levei of the ocean, or as low as most
parts of the Gulf of St. Lawrence; and
the bottom of Lake Huron, Michi°-an
and Superior, although the surf.ee is
uiuch higher, are all from their vast
depths on u level with the bottom of
Ontario. Now, as the discharge through
the river Detroit, after allowing for the
probable portion earned off oy the evap
oration, does not appear by any means
equal to the quanti y of water which
the three upper lakes receive, it has
been conjectured that a subterranean
liver may run from Lake Superior, by
the Huron, to Lake Ontario. This con
jecture is not impossible, and accounts
tor the singular fact that salmon and
herring are caught id all the lakes com
municating with the St. Lawrence, but
no ottiers. As the Falls of Niagara
must have al vays existed, it would puz
zle the naturalist to say how these fish
got into the upper lab's without some
sub ter ran can river; moreover any peri
odical obstructed of the river‘would
furnish a not improbable solution of the
mysterious flux and reflux of the lakes.
llano a Chinese laundryman in
Chicago, is translating popular sontrs
into “ pigeon English." Here is the
icsult of his last labors on “ Commin'
Thro’ the ltye
Spose man lun slam-bang float of gal
VValkee through Ie lye j
Spose man make kisses pidgin gal -
What fo’ cly ? h *
hvly man pickee up some gal,
Speakee all loum no got mi,
Ail same lookee so evly gal loun’ my wav
Walkec tlough le lye.
—
I hate anything that occupies more
space than it is worth,” says Wil'iam
llazlitt; “ I hate to see a load of band
boxes go along the street, and I hate to
see a parcel of big words without any
thing in them." We would always
give the preference to band-boxes; they
have an appreciable value, at least,
whereas, “big words without anything
in them," like a sounding brass and °
tinkling cymbal, only signify the emp
tiness of the person using them.
“On, nm, can’t I hare that big thin"
up there? said an infant who sat by
the window, peering at the moon.—
‘ Have it? of course you can't—shut
up . “800-hoo-hoo,” sobbed the lit
tle fellow j “if I can’t have the moon
then I’m going to have some breads
butter’n jelly.”
- -
‘•You need a little sun and air,”
saoi a physician to a maiden patient
seeking his advice. “If I f O ,” the
curt reply “I 1] have to wait till I get a
husDand. ” °
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TtfosE people only will constantly
trouble you with doing litt'e offices for
them who least deserve you should do
t:iem any.
Ir is remarked that no man can be
come thoroughly acquainted with his
family history until he runs for office.
™ IAN s fight— -A right to a hu&
band, if she c hi get one.
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