Decatur Eagle, Volume 11, Number 2, Decatur, Adams County, 19 April 1867 — Page 1

THE DECATUR EAGLE.

VOL. 11.

DECATUR EAGLE, ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, BY A. J. HILL, PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETOR. OFFICE—On Monroe Street in the second story of the building, formerly occupied by Jesse Niblick as a Shoe Store. Terms ofSubscription: One copy one year, in advance, fl ,s(> If paid within th*? year. 2.00 If not paid until the year has expired, 2,50 ETPapers delivered by carrier, twenty five cents additional will be charged. BTNo paper will be discontinued until all arrerages are paid, except at the option of the publisher Rates of Advertising: One column, one year, $60,00 One-half column, one year 35,00 One • fourth column. one year, 20,00 Less than one-fourth column, proportional rates will be charged. Legal Advertisements: One sdnare [the spa-e of ten lines brevier] one insertion, $2,00 Each subsequent insertion. 50 o*No advertisement will be considered less than one square; over one square will be conn ted and charged as two; over two as three, Ac. ETLocal notices fifteen cents a line for each insertion. (ETReligfous and Educational notices or advertisements, may he contracted for at lower rates, by application at the office. UTDeaths and Marriages published as news —free* JOB PRINTING. We are prepared to do all kinds of Plain and Fancy Job Printing, at the most reasonable rates. Giv us a call, we feel confident that atisfaction can be given. Congressmen John Morrissey is said to be like Daniel Webster, hecanso he ig an Ex-Pounder. An old bachelor says that the talk of women is generally about men. He is mistaken—it is dry goods.

Why should young ladies mak good soldiers? Because they are accustomed to “bare arms.” A Literary man, on returning into private life said his connection with the piess had thawed and resolved it self into adieu. C false friend is like a shadow op a dial—it appears in clea- weather, but vanishes as soon as it is cloudy. ■■ ■ > ■ i— A tragedian bad his nose broken. A lady on one occasion said so him:— I like your acting, but I cannot get over your nose.*’ “No wonder,” replied he, “the bridge is gone.’ ’ Wife (anxiously) “What did that young woman observe that passed us just now?’, ’Husband (with a smile of calm delight) —“Why, my love, she observed rather n good looking man walking with quite an elderly female —that’s all! Ahem!”

An enterprising keeper of a confectionery store in Waterbury, Conn., bas taught a parrott to say “pretty creature” to each person that enters the store. The result is that the store is crowded all day. A clergyman asked a sea captain his 'views about the future state, and was answered that he did not meddle himself with state affaits, The Bishop of Carlisle, who thinks that every boy and girl should learn to repeal the Thirty-nine Articles as well as -the catechism, recently asked a youthful scholar il he had read the Thirty-nine Articles. “No,” said the boy, “but I have read 'The Forty Thieves.” “You may stand down, sir,” said the Bishop. An editor in Illinois recently saw a patent clothes washer. It was in the shape of a wheelbarrow. The revolutions of the wheel put in motion a crank that moved the plunger that pounded the idoibes. The body of the box was moun • 4ed where the load is in a wheelbarrow. (On the top ol the box was a wringer. A Jady can put her clothes in the machine, pick it up and go out calling; the longer \her list of friends the further she will have to wheel her burden and the better her clothes- will be washed. Calling will then be of some use, and an eternal gadabout will become a first rate wash-

IF A LADDIE MEETS A LASSIE. If a laddie meets a lassie Walking in the s'reet, If the lassie wears a '* titter”-— Shows an ankle neat; If the wind is rudely blowing, l ifts her skirts too high, And the laddie sees that ankle. Need a lassie cry? Every lassie wears a " filter'* And te ".hinderpeßt,” And a metal* paipitator” On her mtwy breast If, when m-rried co the laddie, These false charms he.epies; If he says, “Im sold byjingo!” Need a lassie cry?” MY MOTHER’S GRAVE. It was thirteen years since my mother’s death, when, after a long absence from my native village, I stood beside the sacred mound beneath which I had seen her buried. Since that mournful period, a great change had come over me. My childish years had passed away and with them my youthful, too; and as I stood at my mother’s grave I could hardly realize that I was the same thoughtless, happy creature whose cheeks she so often kissed iu an excess of tenderness. But the varied events of thirteen years had not effected the rememberance of that mother’s smile—lt seemed as if I bad seen her but yesterday—as if the blessed sound of her well-remembered voice was in my in ear. The gay dreams of my infancy and childhood were brought back so distinctly to my mind, that had it not been for one bitter recollection, the tears I shed would have been gentle and refreshing. The circumstance may seem a trifling one, but the thought of it now pains my heart, and I relate it that those children who have parents to love them, may leern to value them as they oughtMy mother had been ill a long time and I had become so accustomed to her pale face and weak voice that I was not frightened at them, as children usually are. At first it is true, I sobbed violently; but when, day after day, I returned from school and found her the same, I began to believe she would always be spared to me; but they told me she would die. One day when I had lost my place in the class, and done my work wrong side outward, I came home discouraged and fretful; I went to my mother’s chamber. She was paler than usual, but she met me with the same affectionate smile that always welcomed my return. Alas! when I looked back, through the lapse of thirteen years, I think my heart must have been stone, not to have melted by it. She requested me to go down stairs and bring her a glass of water; I pettishly asked why she did Hot call a domestic to do it. With a look of mild reproach which

I shall never forget, if I live to be a hundred years, old, she said, “Will not my daughter bring a glass of water for her poor sick mother?” I went and brought her the water, but I did not do it kindly. Instead of smileing and kissing her, as I was wont to do, 1 set the glass down very quickly and-left the room. After playing a short time, I went to bed without bidding my mother good night; but wheu alone in my room in darkness and silence I remember how pale she looked and how her voico trembled when she said, “Will not my daughter bring a glass of water for her poor sick mother!” I could not sleep. I stole into her chamber to ask forgiveness. She had sunk into an easy slumber and they told me I must not waken her. I did not tell any one what troubled me, but stole baek to my hed, resolved to rise early in’ the morning and tell her how sorry I was for my conduct- - The sun was shining brightly when I awoke, and hurrying on my clothes I hastened to my mother’s chamber. She was dead! She never spoke more—never smiled upon me again—and when I touched the hand that used to rest upon my head in blessing, it was so cold that it made me start. 1 bowed down by her side and sobbed in the bitterness of my heart. 1 thought then 1 wished 1 might die and be buried with her; and old as 1 now am,l would give worlds—were they mine to give—could my moth-

•‘Our Country’s Good shall ever be our Aim—Willing to Praise and not afraid to Blame.”

DECATUR, ADAMS COUNTY, INDIANA, APRIL 19,1867.

er but have lived to tell me she forgave my childish ingratitude. But 1 cannot call her back, and when 1 standby her grave, and whenver 1 think of her manifold kindness, the memory of that reproachful look the gave me will bite like a serpent and sting like an adder. 1 Couldut tell one from to th er. “Old Fritz.” who raises pigs an! cabbages in California, appeared before Judge H., says an exchange, as a wit* ne»s, but was quite unable to tell which from t’other. • Question —“What is your name?” Answer—“ Veil, I calls mineself Fred, but maybe to—l don’t know—it is Yawcup. You see, Cbudge, mine ujodder she. have two little poys; one of them was me and one was my broder, or one was broeer and t'other was me, 1 don't knew which; and 1 was chust so old u my breder was young, or my broder was chust so old as me, 1 don’t know which; and mine moder she don’t and one of us was named Fred aod t’other Yawcup, or cue named Yawcup and t’uther Fred, 1 dont know which, and one of us got died—but mine moder, she never could tell whether it was ma or mine broder what got died; so Chudge, 1 does not know whether 1 was Fred or Yawcup—sad miae moder, she don’t know!” A Venerable Steve. The oldest stove in the United States if not in the world, is that which warms the hall of the capilol of Virginia, in Richmond. It was made in England iu 1770, and warmed the house of burgeesea and the general asse mbit for sixty years before it war removed to its present location, where it has been for upwards of thirty yearn. It has survived three British kings, and has been eontemporanecue with lour monarchies, two republics, and two imperial governments of Francs. The great republics of America has been tern by civil war, the breaches partly healed, and still this old stove has remained unmoved in the midst of ali-

Eight To Sixteea. Lord Shaftesbury lately stated in a public meeting in London that from personal observation, he ascertained that of adult male criminals of that city, nearly all bad fallen into a course of crhne between the ages of eight and sixteen years; and that if a young man lived an honest life up to twenty years of age, there were forty-nine chances io favor, and only one against him, as to an honorable life thereafter. This is a fact of singular importance to fathers and mothers, and shows a fearful responsibility. Certainly a parent should secure and exercise absolute conover a child under sixteen. It cannot be a difficult matter to be this except in very Tare cases; an 1 if that control is not very wisely and efficiently exercised, it must be the parents* fault; it is owing to parental neglect or Yemiseness. Hence the real source of crime in such a country as England or the United States lies at the door of the parents. It is a fearful reflection! We throw it before the mind of the mothers and fathers of our land and there leave it to be thought of ia wisdom, remarking only as to the early seeds of bodily disease that they are, in nearly every case, seen between sundoi»n and bed 1 time, in absence from the family circle; in tha supply of spending money never earned by the spender opening the doors of confectioneries and soda fountains; of beer and tobacco and wine shops, of the circus, the negro ministrel, the restaurant and dance; then follows the Sunday excursion; the Sunday drive, with the easy transition to the company of those whose ways lead to the gates of social physical and moral ruin. From eight to sixteen—in these few years are the destinies of children fixed in for-ty-nine cases out of fifty—fixed by parents! Let every father and mother solemly vow, “By God’s help, I’ll fix my darling’s destiny for good, by making home more attractive than the streets.*’

Coaamon Sense And Presence of Mind. If a man Lint away, iostead of yelling like a savage or running to him to lift him up, lay him at full length on hie badk on the floor, loosen '.he clothing push the crowd away so as to allow the air to reach him, tnJ let Lim, alone. Dashing water over a person in a simple fainting fit is, Larbari'y. The philosophy of a fainting is that the heart fails to send the proper supply of blood tothe brain; if the person is erect, that blood has to be thrown up hill, but if lying down it has to be projected horizontally, which requires less power, as is apparent. If a person swollow poison deliber ately, or by chance instead of breaking out into multitudious and incoherent exclamations, despatch some one for the doctor. 'Meanwhile rnn to the kitchen g it hall a glass of water in anything that is handy, put into it a teaspoonful of salt and as much mustard, stir it in an instant, cat :h a firm hold of the person’s nose, the mouth will soon fly open, then down with the mixture, and in a second or two up will come the poison. This will answer better in a large number of cases than any other. If by this time the physician has not arrived, make ti e patient swallow the white of an egg, followed by a eup of strong coffee (because these nullify a larger number of poisons than an y other accessible articles) as antidotes for any poison that remains in stomach. If a limb or other pa-t of the body is severely cut, or the blood comes out by spirits or jerks, be in a hurry or the man will be dead in five minutes; there is no time to talk or tend for a physician say nothing, out with your handkerchief, throw it around the limb, tie the two ends together, put a stick through them twist it around, tighter aod tighter, until the blood cease* to flow. But stop, it does no good. Why? Because oaly a servered artery thrown out blood in jets, and the arteries get their blood from the heart; hence, to stop the flow, tbs remedy must be applied between the heart and the wounded spot—in other words, above the wound. If a vein had been severeed, the blood would have flowed in a regular stream, and, on the other hand, the tie should be applied below the wound, or on the other side of the wound from the heart: because the blood in the veins|flows towaida the heart, and there is ne need of so great hurry.

A Caoss Woman—The idea of a woman getting cress and ugly when things in a family do net run quite as smoothly as they should, is simply ridiculous. She makes herself aa object es contempt whenever she is guilty of such nonsense. The Almighty baa created her fora purpose entirely different to this insane and foolish indulgence ia angry passions. He has made her beautiful and attractive in her persons; endowed her with eensi biiities and refinements of mind and manner which, when properly cultivated lead to the elevation of the higher and holier feelings of nature. Think of a being thus constituted getting cross on every trifling occasion. How she insults her Creator and prostitutes those excellent qualities which the s'ern sex do not possess, and which seem to be reserved dy heaven for het alone. Think of this lair women, whenever the devil tempts you to sin. You may be all in form and feature that is calculated to win the admiration of man , but a disposition to be surly and. ill-natured robs you of your social and greatest {charms. A woman with a mild and gentle disposition, an intelligent and perceptive mind and a fair form, is an ornament to society.

A Couple »of nicely dressed ladies lost their tickets in the Hartford and New Heaven ears the other day, and after hard urging by the conductor, consented to rise and see if they hadn’t dropped them while sitting in their seats, and the conductor found a stout fourteen year old boy had been nicely tucked under their skirts, for a safe and quiet ride.

A Strange Cat. Pat Maloney, better known by the name of Father Pat* on returning from woik one evening, was met at the gate . by Biddy, his better half, in a high state ■ of excitement. ‘Pat,’ says she, 'there’s a strange cat in the cabin.’ Cast her out then; don’t be botherin’ me about the baste.’ ‘Fair an’ I’ve been strivin’ to do that for the mather of tin minutes past, but six is beyant my reach, behind the big red chest in the corner. Well yez be after helpin’ me dhrive her out, Pat* ‘To be sure I will; bad luck to the console the has for me house. Show her to rue, Biddy, till I tachs her the respect that’s due to a man in bis own bouse—to be takiu’ possession without so much as by year leave—the thafe o’ the world!” Now, Pat bad a special antipathy to cate, and never let pass an onor tuniiy to kill one. '1 hie be resolved to do in the present cash, and instantly lot med a plan for the purpose. Perceiving but one way of egress for the animal, he says to Biddy: ,Hav yet iver a male bag in the house rue darlint?’ ‘Divil a one is there Pat. Yea took it to the mill wid yet, to bring Kame chips, this morning.’ ‘Faix an* I did, and there it is yet, tbinAnd have ye nothing’ at all st all in the bouse that will tie up like a bag, Biddy?* •Troth an’ I have, Pat— there's me Sunday petticoat—ye can draw the strings close at the top an’ sure it will be better for not lollin’ the cat lavin’ ye.‘ ‘Biddy, darlint, ye’re a jewel; just be after brlogin’ it to me at wanst.’ Biddy brought the garment, and sure enough it made a good substitute for a bag. Pat declared at a glance that it was 'illegant.’j So, holding it close against the edge of the cl eet, he took a look behind and saw a pair of eyes glaring at him. •An’ is it there ye ;are, ye devH? Be out o’ that, bad luck to yez, ye thaviu vagahone. Bread an’ ye won’t Inve st all with perlite axin’—yerself will bote the pigs intirely. Biddy, have yez any hot waiher? ‘Sure I’ve the full of a tay kettle all a bilin,’ Pat.’

Bo aftei castin’ the matter of a quart thin behind the chest, and we’ll see bow the baste minds the like o* that.’ ‘Howld close, thin—here gose the steamin’ hot water.’ So saying, dash went the water, and out came the animal into Pat’s trap. ‘Arrah, be the howly poker, I have him now, Biddy,* says Pat. *ls it nine lives ye have, ye baste? Well, now, be axin me pardon for all the thavin’ ye’ve bin doin’ in my house or its the nine lives will not save ye. Biddy, ssze howld o’ the poker, and whilst I sbolder tnebag, just whack daylights out o’ the haythin divil intirily.’ Pat threw the bundle over his shoulder and Biddy struck about three blows io the tune, ol St. Patrick’s diy in the » orning when she suddenly stopped. •What smells so quare, Pat? Sure its takin’ me breath away wid the power of it. Oh, mnrther, Patl it,s the devil je have in the sack!’ •Bate him, thin—bate the horns cffl’ ‘l’m fain tin,’said Biddy, ‘cast him eff ye, Pall* •Oeh, murther! murther! Biddy Maloney, what have ye done? Ye’ve went and mistaken a horrible pole cat for a Jiirrumless tame cat!’ •Pat, for the love o’ God, if ye’re convanient to the door unclose it, for I’m perisht intirely, Ob, Biddy Maloney, that her you should lave ould Ireland to be emolhere and murthered in this wav!” •Faix the little villin bates the divil himself; he’s ruined me bouse and kill Biddy, an* put me out o’ consate wid me own self OK, the murtheiin’ baste!’ By the dint of washing and scouring and airing, and the burial of Biddy’s best petticoat under the ground for a space of time, things were at length set *o right again. But not, a little recrim ination took place between them on the occasion, and neither ever forgot the expulsion from' the cabin of Biddy’s ’strange cat.*

Short Dresses. A remarkable change in fashions is the introduction of the “short” suit. Many, trembled while adopting bo daring an innovatiopf fearing ridicule, or that a fashion so strange end unexpected would Vanish as suddenly cs it appeared. Jhf? new short dress is thoroughly feminine. It frees woman from ail the obstacles to walking and out door exercise, without offending their taste or their scruples. It is simple, compact requires little material, few skirts, and those small and narrow, relieves the body of all superfluous weight, and in donjunction with the admirable thicksoled walking boo's now in vogue, furnishes a costume for the street as nearly peifectasan imperfect state of existence. It is not known how long the fashion will continue to be accepted abroad but it is greatly to be hoped that it will be sustained here. A generation of short dresses would enable our American women to grow, and nurse their own children, and prove a great step towards a universal millenium. The style of makeing short dresses is infinitely varied, but the prettiest are cut straight at the edge and open the sides over the petticoat. The Jacket accompanying these is short and straight, somewhat loose, and cut up on the sides also. The first short dresses were universally cut iu “dents,” or teeth, square or pointed, and many of them are cut out in various ways still, but plainer method is generally considered*in the best taste. Balmoral skirts in faney colors, of with fancy trimmings, are not elegant worn under short dresses; the petticoat must be of the same material as the dress ora deep band illmulate the petticoat in the same, or a contrasting color. Among seme beautilul models of short dresses exhibited by Mme. Demorest was one witujbreadths shaped like petals, and folding over like leaves of a flower. The sac is cut io match, or it may be cimulated by a trimming put on so as to produce the same effect. The material in this case was blaek silk, and it was trimmed with narrow folds of violet silk, put on between two rouceaur of black satin, with a jet heading. The petticoat was of violet silk, laid in flat plaits, fastened down with small cut jet beads. Another design formed and octagon over a straight petticoat. The nfhterial was gray poplin, and both dress and petticoat were trimmed with bands of white gimp, made in a net-work of fine gray cord and chenille. The sac was cut to match.

Short dresses will be a god-send to those who like mornining walks in the country. No more dew-bedragged skirts no more extravagant washing-bills—-“seeing the sunrise ” will simply require the exercise of a little moral courage—it will cease to be an expensive luxury. It must bs remembered, however, that short dresses are not to be worn on ceremonious occasions without offending against the rules of social etiquette and moreover, that they must not be worn at all by ladies weighing over two hundred pounds— New York Times. A Western soldier, who had been through .all the campaigns and shared in many of the fiercest battles of the war writes from bis home that “be never realised the horror ol war till he got heme to Indiana and found bis gal married to a stay-at-home dry goods clerk.” A correspondent of the New Orleans Picayune gives an account of the adventures of a party who attempted, without sucess, to reach ‘.he top of tho volcano Oriziba, in January last. They reached ' a height of sixteen thousand feet, when one of the party had his shoulder broken by the fall of a detatched stone from above, and they were compelled to turn back. The difficulties in the way of reaching the top are perhaps insurmountable. During the war with Mexico a South Carolina officer undertook the ascent. He fell paralysed at a height of 15,000 feet. A flagstaff, -which is still standing, was erected on the spot.

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