Decatur Eagle, Volume 13, Number 17, Decatur, Adams County, 30 July 1869 — Page 1

THE DECATUR EAGLE. PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY jV. J. HILL, EDITOR, PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETOR. OFFICE —On the west side of Second Street, over Dorwin & Brother’s Drug Store. Terms of Subscription. One copy, one year, in advance, , $1 50 If paid within the year 2 00 If paid after the year has expired, 2 50 Papers delivered by carrier 25 cents additional will be charged. No paper will be discontinued until all arrearages are paid, except at the option of the publisher. Rates of Advertising. qT H o h h ® o' B $ o « ? ff o ® O ® Q *1 O Space. f' 8 § § f | ~ ? C ° S’ : =§: s : : ■Halt Inch.. 50 1 oo 1 50 250• 350 550 S (hi ■One “ 75 125 200 350 450 60010 00 ■Two “ >25 2 1)0 350 500 "001000 17 00 Three “ 1 75 275 4 50 6 50 900 14 00 22 00 Four “ 225 350 550 8001100 18 00127 00 Qnar.Col... 275 425 825 950 13 00 21 00132 00 Half “ 425 62« 915 14 85 18 65 30 00 48 00 -4 •• 575 765 12 (8) 20 80 24 30 39 00'64 00 0118 " 700100015 Ou 25 00.30 00 48 QO 80 00 Special Notices.—Fifteen per cent, additional to the above rates. Business Notices.—Twenty-five per cent, additional to the above rates. Legal Advertising. One square [the space of ten lines brevier] one insertion,,. $2 00 Eeach subsequent insertion 50 No advertisement will be considered less than one square; over one square will bo counted and charged as two; over two as three, &c. Local notices fifteen cents a line for each insertion. Religious and Educational notices or advertisements may be contracted for at lower rates, by application at the office. Deaths and Marriages published as news—free. OFFICIAL DIRECTORY. District Officers. Hon. Rob't Lowry..Circuit Judge. J. S. Daily, Circuit Prosecutor. Hon. D. Studabaker. Com. Pleas Judge. B. F. IbachCom. Pleas Prosecutor. County Officers. Seymour Worden Auditor. A. J. Hill Clerk. Jesse NiblickTreasurer. M. V. B. Simcokeßecorder. James Stoops, JrSheriff. H. C. Peterson . Surveyor. Sam. C. BollmanSchool Examiner. Josiah Crawford, ) Jacob Sa.rff, >Commissioner. George Luckey, J Town Officers. Harrison B. KnoffClerk. Tobasco Burt Treasurer a Marshall. Herman Bosse, ) David King, f Trustees. David Showers, J Township Officers. Union.—Trustee, J. 11. Blakey; Justice of the Peace, E. B. Looker; Constables, Joseph C. Walters and William Cellars. Root.—Trustee, John Christen; Justices of the Peace, Jeremiah Archbold, Lyman Hart and Henry D. Filling; Constables, John Schurger, Martin Lord and Henry Luttman. Preble.—Trustee, F. W. Gallmeycr; Justices of the Peace, A. Mangold and John Archbold; Constables, —vacant. Kirkland.—Trustee, Jonathan Bowers; Justices of the Peace, S. D. Beavers and James H. Ward; Constable, John T. Baker. Washington.—Trustee, Conrad Brake; Justices of the Peace. J. W. Grim and Samuel Merryman; Constables, Frederick Mbits and Elias Crist. St. Mary’s.--Trustee, Ed. McLeod; Justices of the Peace, Samuel Smith, S. B. Mcrris and William Comer; Constables, George W. Teeple, S. B. Fordyce and J. W. Andrews. Bluecrekk.—Trustee, John Emery; Justice of the Peace, Lemuel Williams; Constables, William I. Danner and William Danner. Monroe.—Trustee, Thos. Harris; Justice of the Peace, Lorenzo D.“ Hughes; Constable, John T. Martz. French.—Trustee, Solomon Shull; Justices of the Peace, Lot French and V. D. Bell; Constable, Joshua Sarff. Hartford.—Trustee, Peter Huffman; Justices of the Peace, Bcnj. Runyan and Martin Kizer,- sen.; Constables, David Eckrote and John Simison. W abash.—Trustee, Henry Miller; Justices of the Peace, A. Studabaker and James Nelson; Constables, Jacob Butcher and A. G. Thompson. Jefferson.—Trustee, Charles Kelly; Justicesof the Peace, Justus Kelly and John Fetters; Constables, —vacant. Time of Holding Court*. Circuit Court.—On the third Monday in April, and the first Monday in No-, vember, of each year. Common Plkas-Coubt.—On the second Monday in January, the second Monday in May, ana the second Monday in September, of each year. Commissioner's Court.—On the first Monday in March, the first Monday in June, the first Monday in September, and the first Monday in December, of each year. ■—M■——

CHURCH DIRECTORY. Bt. Mast's (Catholic). —Services every Sabbath at 8 and 10 o’clock. A. M., Sabbath School or instruction in Catechism, at 1 j o’clock, P. M.; Vespers at 24 e’elock, P. M. Rev. J. Wcmhoff, Pastor*. MrrnontsT.—Services every Sabbath •t 101 o'clock, A. M., and 7 o'clock P. M. Sabbath School at 9 o'clock, P. M Rev. p. N. Shackleford, Pastor. PRKSBTTB>tA!t.—No Pastor. Prayer Meeting every Sabbath al 1 o'clock, and Sabbath School at 2 o'clock, P. M. BLANKS. Blank deeds, blank notes, Justicea-RTanks, Constables Blanks etc. etc., printed and for sale at the. eagle OFFICE.

The Decatur Eagle.

■Vol. 13.

ATTORNEYS. JAHES R. 8080, Attorney a,t Law, DECATUR, INDIANA. DRAWS Deeds, Mortgages and Contracts. Redeems Land and pays Taxes. OFFlCE—Opposite the Auditor’s Office. vlOn6tf R. .S. PETERSON, Law, DECATUR, INDIANA. PROMPT attention paid to all business entrusted to his care. Is a Notary Public, and draws Deeds, Mortgages, and other instruments in writing. OFFICE—In D. Studabaker’s Law Office. vl2n33tf DANIEL D. HELLER, Attorney at Law, DECATUIt, INDIANA. WILL practice his Profession anywhete in Indiana or Ohio. OFFlCE—Opposite the Recorder’s Office. '* v!ons2tf

PHYSICIANS. F.A.JKLLEFF. W. H. SCHROCK. JELLEFF & SCHROCK, Physicians and Surgeons, DECATUR, INDIANA. OFFICE—On Second Street, opposite the Public Square. vßnlstf. CHARLES L. CURTISS, Physician and Surgeon, DECATUR, INDIANA. HAVING permanently located in this place, offers his professional services to the people of Decatur and vicinity. OFFICE—At the Burt House. 11-3 G

ANDREW SOR G , Physician and Surgeon, DECATUR, INDIANA. OFFICE—On Second Street, over W. o.Spencer & Brother’s HardwareJStore. vßn42tf. A. J. ERWIN, U. D., Stirgeon. Dispensary, Aveline Block, vl 1n 25 " FORT WAYNE, IND. S. C. AYERS, JW. D., RESIDENT EaKanfl. Eye Surgeon, FORT WAYNE, INDIANA. OFFICE—South west corner Main & Calhoun streets, over Drug Store. ©aSF’Ai-tificial Eyes inserted. 12-44

DENTISTRY. H. 11. JIcCONNEEL, Surgeon Dentist, DECATUR, INDIANA. All work neatly executed and warranted to give sat-I.T-U iafaotion. Call and’examinc specimens. OFFlCE—Opposite the Public Square, over Heller's Law office. v11r.49 REAL ESTATE ACENTS. JA.IIES R. 8080, LICENSED REAL ESTATE AGENT. DECATUR, INDIANA. rpHREF. THOUSAND ACRES of good 1 farming land, several Town Lots, nud a large quantity of wild land for sale. If you want to buy a good farm he will sell it to you. If you want your land sold he will sell it for you. No sale, no charge. vlOnfi

AUCTIONEER. CHARLES H. FRANCE, A.uetionocr, DECATUR, INDIANA. 4 NNOUNCES to the public that he is 2 V a regularly Licensed Auctioneer, and will attend all Public Sales when requested. OFFICE—Tn J. R. Bobo's Law office.

HOTELS. HIESSE HOUSE, I. J. MIESSE, Proprietor. Third St., Oppoiite the Court Iloute, DECATUR, INDIANA. rrtllE traveling public will find this _L House a desirable stopping place. Good sample rooms. vlln9 MAIN STREET EXCHANGE. A. FREEMAN, Proprietor, Weit Main Street, near the Public Square, FORT WANYE, INDIANA, ▼llnll - If MAYER HOUSE. J . W. BULL, Proprietor, Corner of mhoun and Wayne Streett, FORT WAYNE, INDIANA. v!2n7 ts

REDEEM HOUSE, A. J. H. MILLS, Proprietor, On Barr, brhcten Calvmbia and Main Stt., FOUT WAYNE, INDIANA. GENERAL Stage Office. Good stableingin connection with this house. v!2n25 ts

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ULCATUR. IND., FRIDAY. JULY 30,1869.

“My Idfe is Like the Summer Rose.” “My life is like the summer rose. That opens to the morning sky. But ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die, Yet on that rose’s humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see; But none shall weep a tear for nie. My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail, its date is brief, Restless and soon to pass away, Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade The parent tree shall mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree But none shall breathe a sighh for me. My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa’s desert strand— Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand. Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore, loud moans the sea; But none, alas! shall morun for me. Count de Gasparln on Female Suffrage.

While so many of our thoughtless or light brained American writers and speakers are rendering themselves ridiculous in the estimation of cool-headed thinkers of both sexes, it is not amiss to present them with the views expressed by the eminent scholar and philosopher, Count De Gas parin, on their favorite “hobby,” female suffrage A close reasoner, always arguing from cause and effect, he has given a forcible paper to the public in L'Egalite on this very subject, and one whose train of analysis and conclusions cannot be gainsayed by the most ardent supporter of the cause. As an elector, he claims that woman would “fill her ro/e as mother equally ill with that of wife,” both to be lost ultimately “in the whirl of politics.” There are few persons, male or female, who will not agree with Gasparin in this deduction. In proof of his argument, he says that:— “In the first place, public w life claims time.- Those who invite woman to become a man really only with it to a minimum extent. Unfortunately, logic has its inexorabilities. One is a man or one

is not. One enters public life or one does not; it is a question of taking up or letting alone. The women who einbark in public affairs must devote a portion of their lives to reading the journals studying public and political opinion. assisting at public meeting and following parliamentary discussions. ***** We should see women's clubs, salons of politcal women, and jourrnals written by women (very well written, I doubt not.) We should have to stand by at the coming of the female man (7'ewneZiomtne), inferior both to the woman and to the man, who would have renounced all grace and not have exchanged it for strength. Think of woman delivered over to the press reports, to the insolences of caricature. Trained to the contest, giving and taking hard hits, she would soon lose the charm of softness and modesty, which are at once a charm and a defence. I know well what the family would loSe • I wish to be informed what politics weuld gain. Would there be less intrigue, fewer passions, less prejudice, few personal questions taking the place of questions of principle? * ******** Woman is superior and influential only on condition that she is a true woman. Take from her neither her silent action nor her noble domestic empire, which includes her household, her children husband, too, and in addition to these the sick and the indigent. The political woman, the bluestocking, the woman who has ex changed the family for the public, stands already before us in the road on which we are urged, as a warning and a scarecrow.” —. There in a nut shell is the whole truth about this woman's suffrage question. Only a limited number of the sex in this country, or in England, ask the right to vote. Count De Gasparin is right in his logic, and the women of America and England, who arc not “beside themselves,” will thauk him for the manly words he has written in their behalf.— Philadelphia Inquirer.

A story is going the rounds, of a party of ladies who were caught in a shower having the color washed from their cheeks. A lady at our elbow thinks the color of some of the gentlemen's noses would not be washed out without a waterspout.

Romance In Real Life. From the Greenville (S. C.) Enterprise. On Sunday last, Miss Matilda Griffith, who has long been a respected resident of Greenville, and Mr. John Grant, of Ireland, were married at the residence of the for mer, by Rev. E. T. Buist, D. D. The incident is a pleasing one: a romantic history attaches. Thir-ty-three years have fled since the parties became engaged, nor have they seen each other in that time, and during a large portion of it, were ignorant of each other’s whereabouts. They were both attached, when mere children, in their native Ireland; but when the engagement became known the families of both parties were opposed to it from opposite religions views; that of Miss Griffith contrived to send her, against her will to the United States. Mr. Grant, all disconsolate, enlisted in the British army, not being aware at first whither the ladj’ had gone. His career as a soldier continued twenty-six years; in the meantime he fought the terrible Sepoj' rebellion in India, making as many hair breadth escapes “in the emminent deadly breaches” as Othello. He returned to England some three or four years ago, and having in the meantime had some correspond ence with the lady by letter—for his devotion never faltered—sailed for this country. She was on her voyage at the same time to old Ireland, and the ships passed each other. He found his way to the great West; and having been prostrated by cholera, and losing the means brought with him, he went to Montana to recruit. Last Friday he arrived by the cars in Greenville, suddenly and unheralded, and forthwith sought the house of Miss Grifliith, who knew him instantly on sight, but he did not recognize her in the same manner, for she had changed from the fra gile girl to the mature woman. Os course she was agitated and overjoyed, as he was, and, there being no longer any impediment, an immediate marriage was determined on. The result was their union on Sunday, as before stated. They both have the congratulations and kindest wishes of this community, and the good prospect from apparent vigorous health, of enjoying many years of happiness to crown their mutual and rare constancy. A Model Pilot.

Admiral Farragut told a little story on his trip down Boston harbor the other day. In passing through the Narrows he told a captain by his side that about 50 years ago this month he was a midshipman on board the frigate Independence. Sailing through the Narrows, bound up after a three years’ cruise, a fishing schooner tacked just ahead of the frigate, when the officer forward sang out to the pilot, who was on the quarter deck, “Starboard your helm, pilot, hard a starboard, or you will run a schooner down, now in stays under our bow.” “Tell him to say his prayers, then,” promptly responded the pilot, “for I shall not starboard my helm,” and he was as firm as his word. The frigate struck the fisherman square amidships, smashed in her side; she filled with' water and drifted leeward, while the Independence kept on her course, and cleared all danger. The crew of the fisherman were picked up and taken on board. The secret of the pilot’s disregard of orders was in a rapid calculation of expedients. The frigate was in such a position that to have varied her course half a point either way would have put her ashore. The loss of the schooner would be a mere trifle compared with the putting ashore of a sharp vessel like the Independence, drawing about 22 feet water s The promptness with which the pilot decided, the admiral said, made a deep impression on his young mind, and therefore all the circumstances after a of 50 years was still, fresh in his memory. The pilot was the late Capt John Wilson, who died at the age of 84. He was the a young man of commanding presence—calm, self-possessed, and very quick in all his movements. He was through life equally prompt and faithful in the discharge of every duty’.

It is not what people eat, but what they digest, that makes them strong. It is not what they gain, ( but what they save, that makes i them rich. It is not what they read, but what they remember, that makes them learned. It is not what they profess, but what they ' practice, that makes them righteous. . Docs a man consider a woman a poem when she is a-verse to him ’

A Pitiable Case. From the Portsmouth (0.)-Times. On Thursday Jast onr city was startled by a little episode of an unusual character, which resulted in bringing to the light of the world an innocent clild of shame. The story is briefly this: An unfortunate girl nartied Sarah Gilceukamp, 20 years of age, went before Esq. Kricker last week, and had a young man named Barthel arie-ded as being the father of her illegitimate child. She subsequently settled the matter for a trifling sum. On Sunday she was driven from the place where she had been stopping, and being in a delicate situation was unable to obtain admittance elswhere, and for several nights had, we hear, been sleeping in out buildings. Desperate •9’et last, she started for the mayor’s office on Thursday, to obtain refuge and assistance. She reached the entrance, but was unable to proceed further, and seated herself upon the steps. Attention was shortly attracted to her, and her condition becoming known, medical attention was hastily called in. Preparations were made to remove her, but before it could be done the crisis came. The front doors were closed to shut out the eyes of the curious passers-by, and there, at noon to-day, a female child was born. This unexpected event caught the city officials unprepared, and for want of swaddling clothes the youthful stranger was Wrapped in a newspaper, until a neighbor furnished some necessary articles. The mother and child were soon removed to the house of a kind-hearted lady, who offered to take care of them tor the present. A strange happening indeed, in a land of Christian charity! This poor woman, sinner though she was, could find no rest, no refuge save in the public street. Cast out, despised, and trodden under foot, she wandered about with her load of guilt and misery until her babe was born. Oh it was pitiful. In a whole city full Home she had none.’’

Matrimonial. Few people, in estimatii.g the happiness of a married couple, made due allowance for human imperfection. No human being can be brought into the intimate relationship of husband and wire without the occasional development of something discordant. Only perfect, absolutely sinless persons could live absolutely perfect lives together; and such men and women can never be found in this world ; and as in another world there will be no marrying, abso lately perfect marriages can never be realized either in this world or in that which is to come. But arc not the vast majority of married persons quite as happy as an equal number of unmarried ? And still more, arc they not as happy with each other as they would be with anybody else ? By a change of partners they might get rid of some one or more causes of disturbances between them—some constitutional defects or infirmities, or some disagreeable, habits,; but they would find in other parties other causes of disturbances quite as serious, though of an entirely different kind; so that, after all, it might be very different to say on which side there existed the greatest amount of happiness or misery. The fact is, that men and women are susceptible of only a given amount of contentment and bappi. ness in any condition of life; and marry whom they will, they-can never exceed their capacity for enjoyment. Many people are foolish enough to imagine that marriage is the sovereign cure for all the disquietudes and miseries of life; and when they get married, and yet find their favorite panacea does not work perfectly, they jump to the conclusion that it was because their marriage was not a true one, that it was illsorted, and therefore an unhappy one; whereas the only trouble is that both husband and wife are human—neither divine nor angelic—and have, like all other human beings, more or less of sinful infirmity about them,

The Land We Love, aSouthem magazine, tells an amusing story of the first battle of Bull Run; how a wounded Union prisoner begged a Louisiana Tiger to relieve him of his sufferings by death : how the brave ‘ Tiger" coolly gratified him by cutting his throat with a dirk; how he then bowed to the other wounded men and blandly asked if “he could accommodate any other gentlemen.”

It is more disgraceful to distrust one's friends than to be deceived by them.

The New Secretary of the Navy Runs Aground. Wade* and Makes a Discovery.

An account of the grounding of the little steamer Pilot Boy, on a sand bar near this city, and the successful efforts of Admiral Robeson, assisted by cx-Admirals Borie and welles, in getting her offhas already been published in these columns. But one little incident springing out of the occasion, illustrative of the natural nautical, ness of “New Jersey's favorite son,” escaped our pen at the time. We now append it as a codicil to our other article. While Admiral Robeson was, with pantaloons rolled up wading about the stearn of the steamer, the tide being out, he discovered the rudder.rising out an inch or two above the water. He gazed at it a few minutes with an anxious and puzzled look, when the doubts suddenly lift his bronzed and weatherbeaten countenance, and calling the attention of ex-Admiral Borie to the circumstance, he exclaimed :

“D—n my starboard topgalant forecaetle midhip, .if the steamer has’nt run aground upon the upright edge of a long thick plank I” A Singular Trio. The Louisville Courier Journal relates that one night recently there was a singular group drinking wine at a res*aurant In that city. “One of them,” it says, ‘had been a confederate soldier, and his right arm had been shot off nearly up to the elbow. Another had loss his right arm in the federal service, and it had been taken off close to the shoulder. The other man appeared to be a federal offlcomplained of no disabilities of any sort. The ex-confeder-ate declared that had John Bell been elected President, the unhappy war would never have come. The large, whole gentleman, thought the election of Douglas would have acted as a soothing preventive. The man who had lost nearly the whole of his right arm declared that he had been an original Massachusetts abolitionist and that he had fought well, but that had lie lived in the South, he would have fought just as well for the stars and bars, As a more emphatic expression of friendly sen timent, they employed a couple of strolling Italian musicians to play between drinks, ‘The Bonie Blue Flag,’ ‘Yankee Doodle,’ ‘Dixie,’ ‘Rally 'round the Flag, Boys,’ and MersCillcs Hvmn.’

Father and Mother. When our parents die, it is as if the roof over our head were suddenly uncovered, for the wind of heaven to blow down upon us; as if the strong arm on which we have learned were snapped assundcr, and we were roughly told to walk alone. Then (if onr parents loved us as some parents can love), the mind that most thoroughly understood us, the heart that was most entirely wrapped up in us, the soul that so often prayed for us, the face that we Jirst learned to recognize, the voice wc first learned to obey, the hand we fir»t tried to grasp, the knee that wc first learned to climb, the cheek we first wished to kiss, are gone, and will never come back. We may be in prime, and for years past may have been bearing the burden of other lives; yet the thought that our father and mother are really gone, and that we can no longer consult them in our difficulties, nor confide to them our secrets, nor share with them our joys, nor lavish on them our love, makes the heart sad with a deep and abiding sadness, unless it has grown old in premature de cay.

Swearing Chinamen.

The trial of Ah Choy and Ah Sam, now going on in the district court, for the murder of Ah Sou, says the Silver City (I. T.) Tidal Ware, “is creating a greater interest than any trial that has ever occurred here,, on account of the novelty of the method of swear ing witnesses. A rooster's head is hacked off with a knife, a saucer brokeir, the oath written on yellow paper, burned, and the smoke, in which is supposed to be the spirit of the burned oath, blown up to heaven in each case. The prosecution and defence each swore five witnesses, killed five chickens, broke five saucers, burned five pieces of paper, etc. After killing the chickens they are thrown away by the Chinamen, and considered unfit for use; but having had their throats ent. nicely bled, etc., the American heathen consider them none the worse for having l>een sworn by. and we confess to have been guilty of the sacrilege of assisting to devour a portion that was really fat, tender, and good to our unsanctified palate."

Valuable Discovery. ——— The Oakland (Cal.) <News> says: “Mr. Snyder, the energetic and popular superintendent of the Union Pacific railroad, announces the discovery of petroleum in Summit county, Utah, near the line of the road. Bottles of the crude oil have been taken to Omaha for examination and analysis, and the result is that the oil proves to be a good quality both for illuminating and lubricating purposes. Beyond doubt, this discovery is one of the most important in its consequences of any made for many years. It will affect the commercial intrests [sic] of more sections than one. The preliminary analysis of the oil showed that it compared very favorably with the best of the Pennsylvania product. A competent oil expert has given the opinion, from actual observations made, that oil exists in immense quantities from Bitter Creek (in the Fort Badger [sic] region), about 780 miles to Evanstown [sic], 950 miles west of Omaha, and from the Utah mountains south of the Wind River mountains, north of the Union Pacific road. It now only remains for men of enterprise and capital to open up a section which should prove as valuable to Nebraska and Utah as the Venango district to Pennsylvania. ———<>———— Evil Speaking.

ISFo. 17.

Slander is like the Greek fire in the ancient warfare, which burned unqnenched beneath the water; or like the weeds, which, when you have extirpated them in one place, are sprouting forth vigorously in another spot, at the distance of many hundred yards. A man who, for a moment's gossiping gratification, drops an idle word affecting a neighbor’s character, resembles » that Scotchman who, from partiality to the flora of his native land, sowed the little thistle-down in the British colony where he had raised his tabernacle, and where that nuisance to agriculturists had been unknown up to that time, It grew and flourished ; and breezes —like the active wind of talk, that soon propogates a slander —carried the winged seeds hither and thither, to found for their obnoxious species, thousands of new homes.— Jlobinson.

Taste Sot. Drunk! Young man did you ever stop to think how terrible * that word sounds'? Did you ever think what misery you brought upon your friends, when you degraded your manhood by getting drunk? Drunk! How it rings in the ear of a loving wife! How it makes the heart of a mother bleed ! How it crushes out the hopes of a father, and brings shame and reproach upon sisters. Drunk ! see him as he leans against some friendly house, lie stands ready to/all into tlie jaws of hell, unconscious as to his approaching fate. The wife with aching heart, sits at the window to hear her husband's footsteps, but they come not! He is drunk! He is spending the means of support fSr liquor, while his family is starving for bread, his children suffering for clothing. Drunk! His reputation is gone, gone. His friends, one bv one, arc leaving him to his fate. He goes down to his grave ‘uhhonored and unsung'.’”

Life Thoughts. Dr. Chalmcr beautihuly says: “The little I have seen in the world, and known of the mystery of mankind, teaches me to look upon their errors in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it passed through—the brief pulsations of joy, the tears of regret, the feebleness of purpose, the scorn of the world that has little charity, the desolation of the soul's sanctuary, and threatening voices within, health gone, happiness gone—l would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow man with him from whose hands it came.”

Eternity. Lord Lytton, in his novel entitled “Lucretia,” gives the following idea of eternity: “What we call eternity may bo but an endless series of those transitions which men call deaths; abandonments of home after home, ever to fairer scenes and. loftier heights. Age after age the spirit, that glorious nomad, may shift its tent, fated not to rest’ in the dull Elysium of the heathen, but carrying with it evermore its elements—activity and desire.— Why shonld the soul ever repose ? Labor is the purgatory of the erring; and it is none the less the heaven of the good."

- A wise old gentleman, who knew all about it, on retiring from busi ness, gave the following sage ad-, vice to his son and successor:— “Common sence. my son. is valuable in all kinds ofbusinc-w —except lovemaking"