Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 2, Number 15, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 October 1871 — Page 6

A LETTER.

BY ADELAIDE A. PROCTER.

Dear, I tried to write you such a letter As would tell you all my heart to-day. Written Love is poor; one word were better Easier, too, a thousand times, to say.

I can tell you all fears, doubt* an needing, "While I can lie near to you, hold your hand, Looking right into your eyes, and reading fieasiturance that you understand.

Yet I wrote it through, then lingered, thinking Of Its reaching you,—what hour, what day Till I felt my heart and courage sinking With a «trange, new, wondering dismay. "Will my letter fall," I wondered sadly, "On her mood like some dlscordnnt lone, Or foe welcomed tenderly and gladly? "Will she be with others, or atone? "It may find her too absorbed to read it. Have with hurried glance and careless air "Had and weary, she may scarcely heed it

Gay and happy she may hardly care. "Bhall

I—dare

I—risk the chances?" slowly

Something—WOK it shyness, love, or pride?— Chilled my heart, and checked my courage wholly „r Bo I laid it wistfully aside. Then I leant against the casement, turning Tearful eyes towards the far-oir west, Where the golden evening light was burning, Till my heart throbbed back again to rest. And I thought: "Lore's soul is not In letters, Neither space nor time keeps souls apart Hi nee I cannot—dare not—send my letters, Through the silence I will send my heart.

"If, perhaps now, while my tears are falling, Hhe is dremning quietly alone, Hhe will hear my Ixtve'B far echo calling, Feel my spirit drawing near her own.

"She will hear, while twilight shades enfold her, All the gathered Iove she knows so well,— Deepest IX)ve my words have ever told her, Deeper still—all I could never tell.^

"Wondering at the strange, mystertduS power That has touched her heart, then she will say: •Home one whom I love, this very hour,

Thinks of me, and loves me, far away.'

now—and

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''If. as well may be, to-night has found her Kiili of other thoughts, with others by, Through the words and claims that gather round her JShe will hear Just one half-smothered sigh

"Or will marvel why, without her seeking, NiuMciily the thought of me recurs Or, while listening to another speaking,» .« ^Vaney that my hand is holding hers." •1 fc 1 dreamed, and watched the stags' far splendor

Glimmering on the azure darkness, start,— While the star of trust rose bright and tender, Through the twilight shadows of my heart.

[from the Argosy.]

Mabel's Story.

We lived far away in the country in a rustic district. My father was Postmaster of the little place, and kept a few groceries for sale. But he had enough to do to maintain his family scantily and clothe them decently. I was sixteon, and housekeeper: my mother was dead, and I was the eldest of us four children, Tho rest being younger, I strovo to do my best for ihom.

My great trouble thou was my clothes. Other young girls of our station that I associated with dressed bettor than I could,and it grieved me. Vanity begins earlier than that in tho female heart. I had mado up and remado overy artiolo of my mother's wardrobe for tho children or for mo, had workod up overy shred to the best advantago and now that was all gono, and I did neod a now dress for tlio coining Winter. I made iny shoes last as long again as other girls did, for I know my rather noedod ovorv slxponco ho could oarn, and I muled wanting anything. Not that ho over was cross, but ho often sighed, ami looked so pained and sorrowful when I asked for money. that I tried to do *vith as little as possible.

Hut hero it was the last of October: my summer dresses, poor enough at all times, looked very thin and paltry now.

One .Saturday afternoon I shall nev•or forgnt. It is what I am going to toll •of. My work all done, the children at

Jong,i«»brown

ilav tlu orchard, I combed out my hair, put on my best cotton frock, selected a plain linen collar of mvown making and pinnod it on my neck with an old breastpin, the onIv bit of Jewelry I ever owned. With liie, I think it was an instinct to dress well. Not line only neat. Then, taking out my last Winter's best frock, I sat down by the window to see what I could do at renovating it. It was a light blue merino—'very light Indeed

I knew It was too short for

me, as I was still growing, and was verv shabbv. Hut by turning and nutting in a wide band of trimming which I had, 1 thought it might be made to Answer so 1 set to work with a will.

Tho work was vexing. I was trying to do wluU scarcely could be done and as I sat sewing and contriving, I felt 111 to cry over our poverty. Just then the dog on tho

shop

sill set up a loud bark­

ing, and I looked to seo what It was at. A man was coming in at the gato with a pack on his back: a traveling peddler, I knew. He smiled and came in, .although I said 1 did not want any*thing and tho children, seeing him, •"camo running in too. "I cannot afford to b»v indeed I cannot," I kept saviAg. Hut the man only kept on smiling, and opened his puck on the parlor floor. And it was great a treat to me to see the things, to make great opposition.

The first thingtthat came out was just the verv thing I had most longed for—a beautiful tine French merino, of la dark crimson color. I had once seen dress of this kind, but none had ever Von offered Ar sale in our place that wuld equal this in shade or texture.

The peddler looked at tne with his keen black eyw as 1 knelt down to feel the prize I had no hope of winning. "The lady will buy," he wiid but I -shook :ny head and "crossing my hands ^behind mo stood up resolutely trying not to long for the much desired pioo© of goods.

Not buy!" ho exclaimed in *bw-!explained ken language of somo sort. 1 could not tell whether Gorman or French and he looked at me so astonished, even pitiful, that I felt sorry at once, and confessed that I bad no money, and could no* purchase,

But the beaut mil young lady have aomeold silver—old jewelry—old silk dre«w»—just as good as the money?" $

I laughed at the idea, but he only

,»ne, he took out a small doll for my littie sister, and told them to run away now, "till staler bought her drew," I motioned to the boys to stay near the door M«p, and then taking up the much-coveted dresa-piece, I again examined it, Satan was tempting me, or stfune vexatious spirit that docs duty fo|r him, and never had I been so sorely tH*et. Itow could I let It go, yet how Davibrn*

blnnk eyes never left my CM*,

but the fellow waareanectful, only bowing lower he said, "Yoa think it good?"

jret

"Oh ves!" 1 replied, "too good for bluff old landlord "but no such man on, yes a rep««u,

»'\Tnt so be said. "It suits you recollect now that Joe, my 'ostler, saw mach?.ncTyo "hSll chip." he ~w fellow with I tell you I have no money."

Be you very sure I aid not hesitate long the temptation was too great so thrusting the old pin carelessly into his breast pocket, he tied up his bundles, atxl with low bows left tbe house.

I could scarcely believe in iny good luck. I spread o'ut my new frock on the bed, and held it before me to try the effect. And then I "began to repent. My father, I knew, would not give me one cross look but still I did hate to tell him of the twelve shillings I owed the peddler. I would be so saving for the next three months, that he would lose nothing by my bargain, for I'd scrape it together myself.

Wnen I picked up the linen band to ut it round my neck, I did not know ow to fasten it at first without that familiar old pin then I recollected how often the girls had told me that a bow of ribbon would look so much prettier. So, looking np a small piece of black velvet, I formed a bow, and felt moro than satisfied.

My father did not get homo to tea or to supper. I put the children to bed after their slieos of bread and treacle and a good washing.

At ten o'clock a note came, saying some business had detained my father that I had better close tho house and retire, This was nothing very unusual, as his business matters often kept him late. I was quite a staid little woman in management and did as I was bid. My father would collie in with bis latch key. On Sunday morning at breakfast tho children showed him thoir watches and doll. I said nothing about tho dress,for It struck me that he was looking anxious.

or

A.'

Sunday, of being so "very tire"—and I with the merino in my hand all the while.

Wheiro's your breast-pin, Mabel bo asked, as the children ran out before tho door after breakfast. ------o

I can

Tho breast-pin I was frightened at valley "Louisiana, once. Ho had never asked after it or

it father. Or, rather you Ponce de Leon, feeble and grayhaired, can But I hopo you will not blame shot to death by savages, evei while me' What have you heard about it?" seeking theimmortalfountain ^aSalle,

Well mv dear listen. We have the dauntless and tireless, withpisthin never attached any value to that old arms folded, and his tatterei cloak pin only that a good, kind woman wrapped about him, cradled in an untrave it to your mother to keep for yon, known grave, among the barren hills and so wo did keep it because of that, of Trinity River Raleigh, IM early Sho was a stranger to us poor lady, and darling fortune, his narrow, bs»ld herd was in distress, and vour mother was under the shining axe, his culm lips kind to her. But she left the place murmuring. "This is sharp medicine, soon after you were born, and we nev- but it cures the worst disease Ie hoer heard more oi her. Yesterday h«w- to, lowered at midnight to the bottom over I cot a letter from a long distance, of the 4Misslssipi, with no audiUe prayasking about that very pin, and de- er from his Iieart-broken ctnrades, ut that very pin, anu uc- er uum uw ..v.w v.. seribinc it even to the name on t. lest lurking red men should learn that back. Tt is very valuable Mabel."

My heart was boating ten strokes where it should have beat but one. The pin we have set no store by is of great value, Mabel. Tho centre diamond alone is worth what to us^poor would bo a fortune. Ana it is

ail yours, mydtar you can convert the diamonds into money and bo at ease all your life."

What with the overpowering surprise and what with fear of my father's anger, I fainted. When I came to myself on thesofiiin the parlor, the children were there, and it was too late to go to church. I felt bewildered and trembled yet, but listened attentively to my father as he read the important ietter from London. Then I aprang up wild!

V. ,.VM, JU81 IWWUWU dly.

Oh. father, fiuher, go down to tho

Black Horse!" I exclaimed. ihe pea-

faouge ye8terday

Uni*\A fka fKAuirnt. Af tTIV l)AiUi

,leader

"J

jo

bundle come up the bank from

"So You give me creek Jort after tbe «age pawed but some'hing to keep for you, and I come I didn pay any attention to him. he said. My father gave up all hope at once "But I have nothing," I insisted, but 1 could not believe my fortune was Still be only seemed more eager said gone. He tried to comfort me, sayi .. 4, to I was just as well off as before and had 4^. jjow

something of hard times, of having stay at the tavern, and expenses over a new dress into the bargain.

hated the thought of my beautiful me rir.o! Well, it is of no use to prolong my story, or all the efforts made to catch the adroit thief. He was no peddler but a clerk.in that very law office from

Suddenly be stepped close to me, pointing to tbe poor brooch 1 wore. I could give him that, he said: that is, could give him that, he said that is, out a ciern.iu mm i»w oiuw lend it to him in trust until he came which the letter was sent te]lingu»°J a train. Did I think much of it he the diamonds. He manned to delay a^ked the letter to my father for a post or

I laughed as I undid it. I did not two hastened away himself and ob think much of it, but it was all the tained my pin. fewelry I possessed in the world. I We never tound him: we showed him my name on tbe back, heard of him. He must have got off "Mabel." But it was worn nearly il- somewhere over the sea with his prise. legible now. My poor, toiling father always gent "Nearly quite," he said turning it did

And this was gold, if it was gold, was all all dinted and mashed flat, the original pin gone and a needle tied in by the eye with a thread which served to fasten it. One large stone was set in the centre as large as a pea, surrounded by nine smaller ones, but one of these was lost out long ago, and I had ott,pn tried to find a piece of white glass to fit the small cavity, but had failed. The stones were all glass as I believed. Some of the girls in the village would ask me why I were the old fashioned thing and then 1 would show them the dim "MaDel" on tbe back, and tell them I had been named after the name there. Some one bad given my mother the pin for me when I was born and she, mother, said I should bear the same name. The peddler kept it in his hand, and I noticed that his fingers trembled. "I'll bring it you back in three months time," said he "'twon't be 'o no good to me, but I'll take it .on trust. Or, if you can pay sooner, I shall be about the neighborhood all next week, and shall sleep each night at the inn."

not reproach

nbout in his bands. "It very poor." day the regret lies heavily on my mind true the poor thin for what might not have done for lnm and the dear children with all that money

me but ever to this

And the lady who bad given me the pin did not know until she was dying the value it was of and that caused the stir. Ah me! it was one of those chances in life that perhaps we all miss on occasion "the tide in the affairs of men that taken at the flood leads on to fortune." And about my crimson dress? For a long while, shabby though I was, I could not look at it or let it be made up. But time soothes troubles. And I must say that it made a charming gown and one who was an artist saw me in it and made me his wife. So perhaps it all happened lor the best.

But I'tn sure I hope that wicked peddler—who made believe to speak like a foreigner the better to take me in— came to be hanged!

FATE OF GREAT EXPLORERS. De Soto and his men—the flower of the Peninsula chivalry—braved every thing, suffered every thing, in their search for F.l Dorado. The hot springs of Arkansas they thought the fabled fountain of perpetual youth. They penetrated Missouri from ihe south twice crossed the Ozark Hills, and spent the winter of 1541—12 among them. They found the region swarming with fierce Indians. They fought the Pawnees, who still do a thriving business at scalping surveyors and throwing trains off the track along the Union Pacific Railway in Nebraska and the Kaws, of whom a miserable remnant yet survive, to raise pouies, and beg tobacco and whisky, on the fertile bottoms of the Kansas River. They smelted ore, and were disgusted to find it lead instead of silver. Vernon County, Missouri, still contains ruins of old fortifications and furnaces, believed to mark the winter camp of those gallant-, ill-starred soldiers of fortune.

Their fate served as a warning. For one hundred and thirty years the great river was left undisturbed, unseen by civilized man. Then Marquette the missionary, with Joliet the explorer, starting from Canada, floated down its silent current to the mouth of the Arkansas. Like later travelers, they were surprised to flnd tbe stream so clear ana blue above the mouth of the Missouri, so muddy and turbid below.

Before reaching the Gulf, they turned back from diead of the Spaniard^. But after them, also from tbe norti., came La Salle, the fearless. He rede the muddy current until he had planted the lilies of France at the mouthj of tho Mississippi. Louis XIV was nt the zenith of his glory. In the nam# of the Great King, the bold explored took possession of the entire country, baptizing the river "St. Louis," ind its

Poor La Salle! Ho hoped fortvealth, fame, and honor from his discoveries. They brought hardship, lieart-iickness and death. For years he facec appalling disasters with unshaken srul. At last, after long, fruitless endeavors to

noticed it before. Ho must have hoard of what I'd done and was angry. "Father, I liavo not got it!" I exclaimed at once, read}' to cry. "Not got it! What do you mean, child You surelv wore it yesterday!" find ngatn tho banks of theMisnssippi, "Yes Sir" I replied, "and it's all a bewildered wanderer in nortliirnlexsafb. i'was just going to tell you about as, ho fell, assassinated by one of Ins it when vou frightened me." own soldiers.

Well", I don't wish to frighten you, How great explorers, like great oramvdear* I bad no thought of such a tors, have suffered the mostcrud mockthing. Calm yourself, while I tell you erv of destiny! They form the saddest of a letter 1 received yesterday, and pictures in all history. Colutrbus, of then vou can tret tho pin at your lei- the broad brow and majestic frune, in sure. You mm get It?" «n old age of poverty and chains

the bold was at rest after all his wanderings—in poace a/ter all his troubles.

As officer of Stonewall Jackson's command, relates an interesting reminiscence of the death of General Phil. Kearney of the Federal array, who fell mortally wounded in one ol the bloody and hard contested battles of the Potomac during tbe late war—of which the relator was an eye witness. He says: "The gallant Kearney received his death wound from a private in my *»mmand, and when he fell fbrm bis horse, I hastened, with many others, to the point where he lay, not supposing that the wound was a mortal one. Just as we reached his body, however,

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ftis limbs gave one convulsiv« quiver,

ai,d

dier is there, and be has my pin." I headquarters to the effect, and General Mr father's first thought was that the| gomjng to the spot irnmedigood fortune had turned my brain. I gave one glance at the dead offlall to him. He was very features, and exclaimed, My nAtrar ftPAlrtincr mi* DUt AS tO 1 N. WAM ITAAW WKA trnil luvfi

explained MI 10 uim. ocr feature#, ann e*cia:nieu kind, never ncolding me but ns to

then all was over. Seeing that he

nL* I" nvnlaitnfkd Thft DP/i* I «Ant Irt

and men au was over, cweing

was a

Major General, word was sent to

God lOT| (lo you

finding tbe pin and the peddler, killed You have shot the most galti,n ivrvr.l man his fool- |Japt

ttnding me pm ana uw» .• knew more of the word than bis fool ish child, and was not so hopeful.

However, he thought it best to go and for me to go with him. So in a

few moments wo were walking down fon0Wing his example, and for a tn thn itlaek Horse. The landlord was Mvnrantial lilenM was ob-

to the Black Horse. The landlord was sitting alone in his front porch, smoking quietly. He looked surprised when when we walked up the steps, but very politely invited us into the parlor, explaining that his women folks had gone to church.

Is there a peddler staying with yoa, Mr. Ford began my father. "A peddler7—no," exclaimed the Undlord, as if the question vexed htm. "Haven't seen a peddler for three weeks, and the one that was here then did not

bay his bill.** I most have turned vervpale at this.

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and felt faint agftta. Mr. Fbrd wanted me to take a cordial. My ftth«r turned It off saying 1 was tired. Then he mid that I had made a little bargain with a peddler the day before, and that we wished to settle with him. "Got cheated, I warrant," said the

MAN'S ORIGIN.

We do not know all that roan has done since he came upon the earth, or when he did it. Our chronologies are not agreed, even ss to events, the data of which are admitted and handed down in a connecting chain. The monuments of Egypt and Assyria are covered with inscriptions which vere as plain to the makers of them as the clearest English to the writers of it, and which nave been partially interpreted to modern understandings. They recoid the history of nations of high civilization and of enormous populations, and the deeds of kings who conquered other nations like them, and decreed the destinies ot the world of their time. Tbe nations, the kings, and their deeds are referred to in the Bible, the most authentic historical record of ancient times that we have. Yet no man ean tell within a thousand years of when one of those monuments were erected. Those who have examined them the most carefully and with.the greatest skill, are widely at sea about them. The Vedalstic literature of Asia has moulded the thought and religion of cultivated peoples for ages. But no one knows when the Vedas were composed, or can offer anything but the vaguest conjecture respecting the people who made them. Buddha has fixed the thought, the religion, and the civilization of other

Eeople,

and the authorities differ by

undreds of years as to when Buddha lived. The monuments of Central and South America, as numerous, as elaborate, and probably as significant as those of Egypt and Assyria, are an entire mystery. The task now appears hopeless of fixing the time when the men of the ancient iron age, the bronze age, and the stone age lived, who have left behind them their tools and arms, or few sticks, the shells of the oysters and bones of the meat they ate.

So we have more than we can do to satisfy inquiry with reference to those who have transmitted voluminous records and permanent impressions on society, as well as to those that have left only traces that they once existed. Infinitely greater in extent, greatly more complicated in number ami relations of the details that are to be compared, is the problem ol composing a chronology to the history that the earth has writtenin its strat». But the investigation will go on, and will be probable in the results, though they consist in the discoveries that will be made collaterally, and not directly bearing upon the question of time.

BLUNDERS OF THE TEL EO It A PH. As illustrative of the ludicrous mistakes sometimes made in the telegraph office, the papers relate the following anecdote from.tho London Court Circular, respecting a lady of rank, who is said to combine those three great excellencies—youth, beautj', and goodness

During the debate in the bouse of Lords on the subject ot the army bill, her noble husband who is as proud and fond of her as he should be, was just about to rise and deliver a violent attack on something or somebody, when a telegram was put into his hands. He read it, turned pale, and quitted the house called a cab, drove to tbe Charingcros^ station, and went to Dover, and was no more heard of until the next day, when he returned to his own home, and on his first inquiry was told that tho Countess was in lier own room. He hastened to her, and a terrific row ensued, the exact words ot which no one knows but themselves. At last he burst out' "Then What did you mean by your telegram?" "Moan what I said, of course. What are you talking about?" "Read it for yourself," returned the still unappeased husband. She did read it. "I flee with Mr. to Dover straight: pray forme." For a moment she was startled, but th burst into*a hearty lit of laughter. "Most dreadful telegraph people! No wonder you are out of vour mind. I telegraphed simply, 'I tea with Mrs. in Dover street. Stay for me.'" His lordship was so savago at tho laugh he had raised against himself that he was at first inclined to make a Parliamentary question of it, but listening to more judicious advice, refrained.

A MARRIAGE UNDER DISCUSSION. London letters confirm the rumor that Prince Arthur, who hns been for sometime animated by a belle passion for Lady Anne Churchill, daughter of the Duke of Marlbdrough, has been encouraged bv tho successful result of Lord

Ixmers

know who yo« have

0ffieer

tjtje

of the Federal army. This'

hopeful. Kearney, who lost his arm in it best to go,

j^pxican war.' He then involan-

tJirfly

lifted his hat, every officer in the

moment a reverential silence observed by all. Subsequently the body of the dead soldier was placed upon two boards, and when being removed to headquarter# was followed by Gen. Jackson. Gen. Swell, and other officers, whiles regimental band preceded it, playing a dead msreh."

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HKIB Prices rule in Wisconsin, A. boy of that name, fifteen years old, and six feet two inches long, is reported se, the paper which trots ants to Know. that tor highf"

out the lt«»m wants How Is

The gallows is one of the improvments of modern civilisation, lately introduced by the Japanese. The people gather in great crowds,

inspired

by

awe-struck sdtniralion, to aee bow the old thing works.

suit to avow his love, and

the proposed marriage is now under discussion at heudquarters. As far as rank is concerned, the point must be considered solely »s a matter of principle, there being not a shadow of difference in that respect between the marriage now sought and that»already conceded. The daughter of the Duke of Marlborough holds precisely the same relativo position as does the son of the Duke of Argvle. Tho families of both are equally illustrious, and both are connected one way or another with half the leading houses of the realm. But there does exist one ground of objection, which will probably turn the scale unfavorably for tho royal lover. The Duchess of Marlborough is half-sister to the Marquis of Londonderry, who has been sn incurable lunatic for years. She is also sister to the late Ixird Adolnhus Vane Tempest, and for some time before his death he was afflicted in the same manner. Moreover, ft child of another brother of hers is strongly suspected to be laboring under the same fatal taint. Such considerations would naturally interfere with a matrimonial alliance, royal or menial. •,_»

A DISTRESSING CONUNDRUM. The New Orleans Picayune tells of an ambitious young debater in a village society who propounded this abstruse conundrum:

EflPr man plants a watermillion seed next to his fence and this1'ere watermilllion seed sprouts up into a watermillion vine and that 'ere watermillion vine grows, and meanders through that 'ar fence into another man's lot adjacent and in that other man's lot, so adjaoent, that 'ere watermillion vine that sprouted from that 'ere watermillion seed and meandered thro* that 'ar fenoe into this 'ere other man's lot adjacent, tharin consolidate* and homologates into a watermillion, the question, feller citizens and ladies, i*: To which of these 'ore men did that "ar watermillion. so homologated, and promulgated, belong? to tbe man who planted that 'ere watermillion seed that meandered thro' that 'ar fenee into this 'ere man's lot adjacent and thar so censolidauxl into a watermillion or to the man who owned that 'ere lot so adjacent, whar so promulgated tbe watermillion that so exerggitated from that ar watermillion vine that meandered thro this er# fenos and so sprouted from that 'ar watermillion seed I thai that ere man thar planted

[From the New York Standard.] THE TWO JOHNS. *t

A Moral Talc—How Two Honest Men Prospered. There are two Johns in the Fourth Ward. The .last name of one begins with a and the surname of the other commences with a C. They arechums. —They are very sharp men, very but as Marc Antony said in a peculiar way, they "are both honorable men." They were, not long ago, in a very unusual condition known as "hard up but by industry and integrity thev have achieved a little competency. Thus: C. met G. one dav in a bar-room, their usual resort, ft was a temperance bar, of course. Said C.: "Old boy, we're dreadful hard up, but I know how to make a raise sure thing." "No," said G. "honor bright? I haven't nnything more to take to my uncle, except a paper collar, and my landlord's dunning me. But really, now?""Yes," replied C. "this is the plan: I've found a man fool enough to lend me $100. Tbe&reat racejbetween Longfellow and Helmbold comes off next •week at Saratoga. We'll go. There'll be the heaviest kind of odds on Longfellow' ol course. I'll back Helmbold and you'll be stakeholder. After the first bet you give me the stakes and I'll bet the whole amount make you holder again, take them again, bet again, ana so on. Then we suddenly leave and divide the pile. See?" "Well, you are'genius, Johnny we'll try it."

On the day of the great contest they were on the"ground. The plan worked. Soon G. as stakeholder, had $5,000 in his possession, then tbey thought it convenient to leave before the race came oft". They went. During the race they were coming to New York at the rate of thirty miles an hour, planning to rusticate until the affair blew over. When they came out of the Hudson River Railroad depot the first ne\Vs that they heard was that Helmbold had won! They were not astonished, perhaps—at least no moro so than every body else. They had lairly won their money! They were honest uion, and need not run away. They didn't. Virtue is its own reward, lionesty is the best policy. gnu Jr* HAPPINESS IN WEDDED LIFE.

Women, if th«*y would rule men's hearts, must deserve, and unwittingly exact, the approval and admiration of their minds. Alas! for that variableness of temper which goes up like a rocket and comes down like an aerolite: a miracle of smiles, or a weeping Niobe a driving tempest, or a flushing sunbeam. A never-varying, bland, lullaby sort of temperament is most simK)rely to be deplored sparkle, buoyancy, and evfen an irrepressible dash of riotous fun, now and then, are most healthful and appetizing. But mere feminine diplomacy should forbid tho not infrequent exhibitions we have, of an odd dovetailing of winsome caresses and childish poutings on the part of the wile and so should the whimsical interplay of foolish indulgenoe and churlish neglect on the part of the husband be abandoned. Principle, not caprice, should be the energizing and controlling motive. The most charming photographic views of wedded life aro to be taken from the higher mounts of vision —those of settled design and steady purpose. There must, of course, be mutual concessions, and mutual agreements to disagree. There is a way to win by commanding, and to command by winning. By ..the wise interlaying of self-centre'd strength and a prodigal wifely affection, she may achieve marvels of wifely management. The husband may be unconsciously lead,but never essay to drive. At the same time wo are frank enough to confess that there aro too many femmcs couvcrtcs who neod the flaming sword of an archangel to awe and repress them. Thero is no such thing as conquering them by love as well prate of love to a blackbird. But if kindness fail, severity will fail all the more surely. Flies still continue to take more kindly to molasses than to vinegar. Tho lineal descendants of Balaam's garrulous "charger" hold fast their propensity for offensive disputation, and aro more gently amenable to a tempting display of luscious fodder, than to the dreary phenomenon of a curiously plaited leather, however ticklish to the external senses that may be.—From "Ideal Womanhood," in the Overland Monthly for October.

CONTINENTAL MONEY. A brief history of the progress of Continental,money may not be out of place, because so" few of tho present generation have ever been correctly informed respecting its operations and details. It is in itself something properlv appertaining to an illustration of a chanter on the "War of Independence," and as such we givo if:

In June 1775, the first emission was made of $2,000,000. Before the close ol that year $3,000,000 more were issued.

In May 1776, $5,000,000, more were testted in the autumn of the sameyfar, $5,000,000, and in December, $5,000,000, additional. Such frequent and large issues began to reduce their values in the confidence of tho people. In the mean time the power of taxing was virtually denied to the confederation. Tbey could only recommend tho measures to the States.

The whole amount Issued during the war was $400,000,000, but the collections made by the government in various ways canceled, from time to time, about one-half of it so that the maximum of valuation at no time exceeded $200,000, 000, nor did it reach that sum until its depreciation had compelled Congress to take it in and pay it out at $W for $1 ol specie.

It kept on at par for the first year, as it was about equal to tho amount of specie held in all the colonies, but tbe quick succession of increase tended to depreciate it until it reached 500 to I and finally 1,000 for I, when it ceased to circulate for any value at all.

Public securities of a similar character were given, bearing such names as loan-office certificates, depreciation certificates, final settlements for services, supplies, etc., and these constituted tho public debt at the end of the war. All thaw were wortb bnt ft to 1 until 1780, when they were funded and rose to par, and thus made fortunes for many.

TflUS lust move ©f Knglish enterprise is to dredge the Tiber for the riches supposed to be concealed in its bed. It is thought that tho scheme will pay a hundred per cent, better than excavating cities and shoveling ont broken bronzes and bruised marbles. But then the Tiber happens to be an Italian river, and the Romans are indignant at such a proposal. The mod ana money In the bed of the old Tiber belong to them, and the suggestion of fortunes to be made by diving and dredging in the river has thrown tbe inhabitant# of the Holy City in an ague fit of extravagant expectations, which nothing bnt a bath In the turbid river can cure.— GoUiert Age*

MA RA YMOND IN THE SPIRITIS EDITING A DAILY PAPER IN THE SPIRIT LAND

Thp Boston Banner of Light (Spiritualist) of a recent date publishes the follo.wlng as coming from the pen of the late Henry J. Raymond, of New York:

I am glad to find a free platform, even if it is for post-mortem souls, where the nbgro and the Moslem can come alike, where ignorance and wisdom, where old age and childhood can come. I hope before this century goes out nil platforms in the country will be free, not only for the living but for the dead. The time is fast hastening when they whom the living call dead will bo ab' to clearly represent themselves here your physical senses that death will bno longer death—that they whotore dead will no longer be out of sight, for you can see them and hear them, and you will allow them to stand upon your platlorms and they will preach God's gospel to you.

I have been called, at the urgent reuest of many of my friends in New 'ork, who desire to know if it is indeed true that I am engaged in running the editorial department of a "daily" in the spirit world. They can not realize it, they say. Give us somo evidence of R. Well, what if 1 send a copy of one of the dailies down to them, would they understand it? Would they realize it any better? Perhaps so. am going to try to do it. I see in the minds of your audience that they wish to know if I am going to send a tangible copy. Yes, it' I send any at all, loV'it would bo useless to do anything else. They want to know if that article was from me that appears in the book entitled "Strange Visitors?" Yes every word of it, and there's more coming, but no moro to day. HENRY J. RAYMOND

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MRS. STOWE ON MOTHERHOOD. Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowo tells a homely truth in a lew remarks she makes on motherhood in her story of "Pink and White Tyranny," recently published by Rbbert's Brothers, wherfl she says that "people niay mourn im lugubrious phrase about the Irish blood in our country. For our own part wo consider the rich, tender, motherly nature of the Irish girl an element a thousand times moro hopeful in our population than the faded, washed-out inaiffer ntism of fashionable womoii, who have danced and flirted away all their womanly attributes till thoir is ueithcr warmth, uor richness, nor, maternal fulness left in them meio papwr dolls without milk in tfteir bosoms blood In thoir voins. Givo us rich, tender warm-hearted Bridgets and Kathleens, whoso instincts teach them the real poetry ot motherhood who can love unto death and bear trials and pain cheerfully for the joy that is set before them. We aro not afraid for the republican citizens that such mothers^ will bear to us. They are tho ones that will como to high places in our land, and that will possess tho earth by right of the strongest. Motherhood, to tho woman who has lived only to bo petted, and to bo herself the centre of all things, is a virtual dethronement.' Something weaker, fairer, moro delicate' than herself come—something for hop1 to sorve and care for more than herself. It would sometimes seem as if motherhood were a lovely artifico of tho great1 Father, to wean the heart from selfish-' noss by a peaceful and gradual process. The babe is self in another form. It is so interwoven and identified with the mothor's life, that sho passes by nlmofii insensible gradations frbm herself to fV« and day by day the distinctive love self wanes as the child-love waxes, filling the heart with a {.housnml new springs of tenderness."

NOT TO BE CA UQHT.

A town in Vermont has a society off young men formed for thoexnress purposo of rescuing young ladies iron drowning. Wo warn these gentlemei that we will not accept even honorary, membership in their concern we do not sympathise with tho movement. Upon several occasions wo have stoo^ by and seen young ladies' noses disappear beneath the waters WHO, with stolid indiflerenco that would hav been creditable in a husbilhd. It wa. a triflle rough on the darlings but, wo know our own mind, wodo not pro pose, Just for tho doubtful pleasure of saving a female's life, to surrender ov prerogative of marrying when nn whom we liko. If wo take a fancy to woman wo shall wed her, but we re no to be coerced into matrimony by a»,j gum-chewing school-girl who ma* chance to fall into a horse-pond. W know their tricks and their, manner —waking to consciousness in afellGw' Arms, and throwing their own wet or about his neck, saying, "Tho lifo have preserved, noble youth, is yonr^ whither thou goest I w'ill go thy Go* shall be my God, and thy horses an carriage shall bo my horses and enringes!" This cheerful sort of thin may be coveted by a Green Mountu Boy—a very greon mountain boy—'1^ we are too old a sturgeon to bo ci« with a spoon-hook. Ladies in th% cinity of our person need not hesf to fling themselves madly into the fin goosopuddle that obstructs their w«3 their liberty of action will be scrupi, lously respected—.San Francutca Nrt' Letter.

COLORADO WOMKN.—Graae Greet wood, writing from Colorado, HRVH the she had felt, before mingling with th« much, that with their new, straof wild surroundings tho illimitable va" ness of earth ana sky with new lab and hard-ships, and deprivations a discomforts with the care of all ditchers that cometh upon them dai —they must be discontented, unhapp rebellion* but was astonished to fin that, even though they had been dra? gxl away by "tyrant man" from cor fortable Eastern homes, neighborit cronies, and choice Gospel and slv ping privileges, they declared tha were

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so happy and so healt'

tbey are there, right on tho edge Great American Desert—that they in the sure hope of soon having than the old comforts and luxuri aronnd them—that, in short, the suit of tbe "fl nb-pots of Egypt" has goclean out- of their nostrils. Sho sa she everywhere found Colorado worn singularly courageous and cheery, a. she thinks that the canse, in a' gr~ part, lies in tbeir excellent healt. And sbe might have addod that excellent health comes from hav! cheerful occupations, and not fritteri away hves in gadding and gossip th were intended for use and beauty.

A MAN will die for want of air in ti' minutes, for want of sleep in ten day for want ot water In a week, for wa of food at various intervals, depend«. oii tbe constitution, habits of life, a circumstances of the occasion. Insta oes have been given where persons ha been said to live many weeks witho eating a particle of food, but when a portunities have been offered for a f* investigation of the case, it bas be» invariably tound that a weak and wi od fraud has been at the bottom of it'