Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 27, Number 24, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 January 1878 — Page 1

VOL. xxvn NO 24. INDIANAPOLIS, WEDNESDAY MOBNING, JANUARY 30, 1878. WHOLE NO. 215.

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T1IE SOUNDS . OF THE SABBATH BEIXH.

Oh, no, there Is no flaming hell! Said the Universalis bell; -jjooH up to Heaven this holy day, Atend this church and leara the war; Taere are no (Ires, no fiends to blight The hope wilhln the heart that' right; . 14 o hell ! no hell ! no hell ! no hell ! Do well ! do well ! do well ! do well ! Haid the Unitarian bell: Come here and cast aside your load, And work your way along the road, With faith In Uod and faith In man. And hope in Christ where hope began ; lo welll do well! do well! do well! Uaid the Unitarian bell. Swell ! swell ! swell ! swi 11 ! ye waters, swell! J&xcialrned, In peals, the Baptist bell; While faith In t hrist alone can save, Man must be plunged beneath the ware. To show the world unfaltering faith In what the sacred scripture talth; Hwell! swell! swell! swell! ye waters, swell! Exclaimed, In- peals, the Baptist bell. . Farewell ! farewell ! base world, farewell ! Cried out tne Presbyterian beltf La fe is a boon, to mortals given. And there Is nothing trne bat heaven; Do no provoke the avenging rodCome here and learn the will of Uod; farewell ! farewell ! base world, farewell I Cried out the Presbyterian bell. We tell the truth t we tell ! we tell! Bhouted the Methodist ic bell; One Lord has made salvation free, 2fone need be lost on land or sea; .Repent, believe, have hope, and then. Be saved, and praise the Lord Amen! The truth we tell ! we tell! we tell! bhouted the Methodistlc bell. Excel! excel! In love excel! Chimed the Episcopalian bell; This la the ehurch not bnilt on sands Kinblem of one not built with hands; Its forms, and rules, and rites revere And worship htre come worship here; Excel In faith and wrks, excel! Chimed the Episcopalian bell. Look down, ye saints. In heaven that dwell! bhouted the Roman Catholic bell: Lean o'er the battlements of bliss, And deign to bless a world like this; Let mortals kneel before this shrine, Here is the water. hre the wine ; Look down, ye lnts. In heaven that dwell! Exclaimed the Roman Catholic bell! O'er city's streets or h ill-side dell King on, each Heaven-assuring bell; Press forward, pilgrims, to tne shrine Of Calvary and Palestine; These paths that lean through earthly dross. All meet at last beneath the cross. The Christian does not fear the knell, As angels toll the funeral bell. Written for the Sunday Sen tin el. 1 ALL FOR LOVE. BY "MRS. SALUE A. RAM At! E. Chaftsb IV. There was no choice in the matter, and Will Phelps was forced to -return to the city without his wife. Although he would not listen to her few plans .for the future, he made one proposition to her, and after much pleading she consented to do as he wished to make the separation temporary and with' out publicity. She would remain at the old homestead with her father's housekeeper; he would return to his business in the city; at the end of six months, or as soon as either desired to effect tf reconciliation, he would come to her, or she would go 'to him, as the case might be; as either might feel inclined, letters would be written, but there was . to be no -compulsion or surveillance. In making this proposition Will said: "Maggie, I think you are perfectly justified in pursuing the course you hare. I have done wrong; I acknowledge as much, 'but I believe I can in time prove to you my penitence." 'These words brought the glad light to the young wife's face. "Then, Will, I will go home with you. I can trust you. forever after this. You must take me with you." I can not conceive why these words of faith and forgiveness should have been unpleasant to Mr. Phelps, but they nettled him, perhaps because in reality he was playing a hypocritical part, as he feigned a sorrow he did not truly feel, or he' did not want his wife to think that he was' true in his acknowledgments of his faults. "You should never have doubted me. A jealous wife is a contemptible creature, and she degrades her husband as well as herself by her suspicions. I did only what all men in society do, I flirted a little, and you assumed an air of outraged dignity and virtue, and accused me of baseness and neglect . I married you; that Is . sufficient proof that I cared for you." "And did I not marry you. Will? Did I not give up the shelter of my father's home to go trustingly out into the unknown world simply becaase I loved you? Did I not put aside every affection and memory of my . girlhood, and live but for yon and to please yon? Ilave I not been true? And yet, would you excuse me to-day for even the slightest variation of wifely loyalty, because I married you, and thus give an evidence of my affection for you. O Will, I can not tell why it is a sin for me to do wrong, and nothing for you to do the same." "You do not understand the laws of society, Maggie. It is no harm for me to do a thousand things, one of which committed by you would condemn you to social ostracism. - The world has a different code for a woman from that which governs a man.". "Well, then, I appeal from the code of the world to the law of Cod. We promised mutually to cling to each other, to forsake all others, to be true and honorable. Is not that as binding upon you asuponmef "What have I doner' "You love another. That is enough. And with that knowledge, obtained from your own lips as you told the story to her whom you love I can not be your wife another day. Marriage without love is unhallowed, and I can not longer consent to be in disgrace and agony what I had hoped to be in honor and love your wife. Cut scmetinies, Will, there will coma momenta to each of us when life will hold but one desire to be again united. Yoi will ever be -my husband, for I love you. You have even

now cast me out of your heart, but you may X pray have memories of the happy moments we spent when first we wed." "But need this be final? May we not repent this day's work and long ' for reconciliation that would be impossible In some measure were we to have a formal separation? After a while you will see these things In a different light and will be less ready to accuse me." "I did not accuse you; your own words and heart are your accusers. . But let It be as you say, I am willing; I have had to beer much; I can bear the burden yet a little longer." The next morning he left her without a ref. orenceto the future. Her pallid face and deep mourning garb silently reproached him, and he chafed at the quietness of her deportment He had never seen such a woman. He had known them only as creatures of passion, full of vehemence and anger, or else weak, vapid girls, bathed in tears at even a frown. Maggie did neither. She was unnaturally calm, as if her very life blood was frozen in her veins. She met him at breakfast, conversed pleasantly, and then with the utmost composure packed his trunk. As she handled the familiar garments her hands trembled, and her heart throbbed faster than its wont, but there was no help for her; there was no chance for her to escape the agony and pain of her life. As she smoothed and folded his coat a photograph fell from the pocket the pictured face of Kate Mason. Maggie looked long and eagerly at it as If she would stamp its features on her memory. The low, broad forehead, the waves of beautiful hair, the soft lustrous eyes, the smooth curve of the cheek and throat and the full, rich lipsShe was indeed fascinating. With the picture still in her hand the wife walked to a mirror and studied her own face. Disappointment had done its work welL The girlish bloom and freshness had all vanished under the cruel winds of sorrow, and pain, the familiar guest of a woman's heart, had long since looked out of the heavy eyes. "He is scarcely to blame; but I was his wife, the mother of his dead child, and I believed him honorable." Ciiaftxb Y. The days and weeks went by without a change, save that of deeper sadness in the heart of the lonely wife. She lived a life of retirement, but the moments were filled with deeds of kindness and charity. Oat of her own sorrow she saw the suffering of others, and she brought light to stricken souls though still she sat in darkness. After a lew weeks no word came from her husband, and though she heard sometimes in various ways of his welfare, directly there came no. word for her. She had answered each of his letters, had tried to hope that perhaps she would again be happy, but she saw too plainly at last that she was an unloved wife. But she could have cherished a faint spark of trust and confidence had she not been convinced that instead of her husband desiring her presence he was entirely indifferent to her fate. One day, some months after their separation, she longed so tenderly to see him that, unable longer to control herself, she went alope and unheralded to the city. She knew Will had given up the old home and was boarding, for he had written ot his purpose to do so, and had sent her a few articles that had been presents to her. She went to an old friend's and there she heard the worst Her husband had told a few of his friends his desire to be legally separated from her. But not even this had power to check her overwhelming desire to see him, even though she spoke no word to him. It seemed to her as if leaving the city without beholding him would be an utter impossibility. She knew that even then he was arranging for a divorce from her on the plea of desertion, bat she still loved him, and she could not bid him "good by," even though it was a silent voiceless farewell, without the greatest anguish. Her lriends were true and tried, and they pitied her lonely condition, though not even to them had she told the unfaithfulness of her husband. She would spare him that, though in consequence of her silence she was harshly judged by society. She sometimes thought perhaps she bad been too quick and hasty in her action; that perhaps if she had waited and hoped and prayed she might have won his heart from its wanderings back to her. She loved him so tenderly that she could , have forgiven him ' had he come but half way in a reconciliation. As a last hope she wrote him a note to come to her friend's to see her. He came, but so cold and passionless that Maggie saw in a minute her mistake, and regretted that she had allowed love to carry away the dictates of her reason. He told her of his intentions, but asked nothing in regard to her future. He proposed to go to Europe and travel some years, and, in fact, he could not tell whether he should ever return or not "I have made a deposit to your credit, and have also deeded the house to you." "You mistake; I can not accept either. As your wife I was proud to have you confer on me these favors, but, now all is changed. I can not and I will cot accept a single dollar from your hands. I will have enough for my few wants, and I hope soon to earn something. I will not m any way Interfere with you in getting a -divorce, but, oh! Will, this is . so hard,"-, but she spoke only to herself; he left the room when she commenced speak ing tenderly to him. In a few hours all that he had ever possessed of hers was sent to her, with the exception of a tiny gold ring that she had put on his finger when they were married. With a breaking heart she left the

city and went back to her country home, utterly crushed. She had known for months that she was not loved, but hope had ever burned a faint taper in her soul, but now it was extinguished, and sorrow shrouded her in darkness. In eighteen months she knew the final issue of the matter. Will Phelps was granted a divorce, and by the next day's paper she read the announcement that he had sailed for Europe. Kate Mason had been abroad six months. She waited for no more, but selling all she possessed in the world she started westward to find, amid new scenes, a home, and to seek some occupation that would .not only afford recreation for her mind, but would yield her some income. She bore letters of Introduction and soon found herself comfortably settled, and began to hunt sort e thing for her restless fingers to be busied about One of her new friends suggested to her a way by which she would find ample opportunity to do good as well as remunerative work. The idea seemed feasible, and she gladly accepted the chance. She was offered a situation as assistant matron of a large "home" -on the mountain side in Colorado, a resting place and a hospital for invalids. Quietly she stepped at once into the discharge of her duties, and after awhile a faint sense of relief came to her sad heart and nervous frame. In the healthy, pure atmosphere she grew strong and well. Only once did the old agony touch her with withering force, and that was the announcement in a friend's letter of Mr. Phelps' marriage ' to Kate Mason. She had expected it, but not so soon, and for a dav she went bitterly over the memories of the past, but the next she threw all by. Naught more did she hear of him, not a whisper of tidings came to her for years, and the past seemed like a dreadful dream, when one day a lady and gentleman, with a delicate fragile child, came to the "home." It was Maggie's thirtieth birthday, and that 'morning she had noticed how thick and fast the gray had woven itself among her glossy hair; how the years had left their impress upon her face and form. She dressed habit aally in black, and to-day her heavy dress seemed to cling to her more closely than ever before. Around her throat she pinned a frill of black lace, and drew over her hair her neat little nurse's cap. Thus attired she went into the parlor to receive the guests. One glance told her all; it was Mr. Phelps, his wife and child, and with the practiced eye of a sillied nurse she saw that disease and death were' written on the pinched, drawn face of the once beautiful woman. In the confusion of bringing the invalid into the house he did

not recognize Maggie, and with a praye that he might not she stepped forward to attend to alts, pneips. To be Continued1 Spelling:; Kefofin. Superintendent W. T. Harris said in his recent address before the Spelling Reform association: "In this matter we of St Louis can speak with positive experience. In the fall of 1800 the phonetic modification of this alphabefas invented by Dr. Edwin Leigh, was tried in one of our public schools as an experiment, and the following year it was adopted throughout the public schools of the city, where it has ever since retained its place. By this system the child has a perfectly phonetic alphabet in so far as "one sound for each character" is concerned, although it Violates the third law of Latham in having more than one character for the same sound. Yet, even with this, we find the folllowing advantages in the system, which is still in use with us after ten years: 1. Gain in time a saving of one year out of the three years usually occupied in learning to call on easy words at sight t 2. Distinct articulation, the removal f foreign accent and of local and peculiar Intonations. - 3. The development of logical power of mind In the pupil. He can safely be taught to analyze a word into its sounds and to find the letters representing them, whereas, with the ordinary orthography it is an insult to his reason to assure him that a sound is represented by any particular letter. Hence, analytic power is trained instead of mere memory from the day of his entrance into the school and analytic power is the basis of all thinking activity." . Power of Mothers. You may talk of the influence of statesmen and of cabinets, but after all there is no influence in the world more potent than that which mothers wield. They have possession of minds and hearts first form views and principles, and these are dominant and enduring. "What can mothers do?" asks one, and then answers his own question thus: "The prayers arid efforts of Monica, the mother of the great Augustine, arrested him in his wicked career, and. under God, laid the foundation for the development of a profound mind, a noble Christian spirit and a distinguished theologian. Mary, the mother of Washington, impressed her character on her son, and was largely instrumental in giving him the character through which he became so great The mother of John and Charles Wesley so guided and inspired her sons that she has been called the Mother of Methodism.' Benjamin West said that his mother's kiss of praise for his first eifort at rude sketching, made him a painter. There are many similar instances on record to encourage mothers in the work of right example, and ot mental and moral culture." What la tbe Bible Like? It is like a beautiful tree, which bears sweet fruit 'for those that are hungry, and affords shelter and shade for pilgrims on their way to the kingdom of heaven. - It is like a cabinet of jewels and precious stones, which are not only to be looked at and admired, but used and worn. It is like a telescope, which brings distant objects and far off things of the world very near, so that we can see something of their beauty and importance. It is like a treasure house, store Louse,' fox all sorts of valuable and useful things, and which are to be had without money and without price. It is like a deep, bread, calm flowing river, tbe banks of which are green and flowery, where birds sing and lambs play, and dear little children are loving and happy.

Ill XI AN NATURE.

A TRCl INCIDENT. Two little children five years old. Marie the gentle. Charlie the bold : Sweet and bright and quaintly wise. Angels both, in their mother's eyes. But you, if you follow my verse shall see That they were as human as human can be, And had dot yet learned the maturer art Of hiding the "self " of the finite heart. One day they found in their romp and play Two little rub bits noft and gray Holt and gray, and Just of a size. As like each other as your two eyes. All day long the children made love To their dear little pet their treasure trove: They kissed and hugged them until the night Brought to the conies a glad respite. Too much fondling doesnt agree With the rabbit nature, as we shall see, for ere the light of another day Had chased the shadows of night away, One little pet had gone to the shades, Or. let us none, to perennial glades Drighter and softer than any below A heaven where good little rabbits go. The living and dead lay side by side, And still alike at before one died; And it chanced that the children came singly to view The pets they had dreamed 'of all the night, through. First rame Charlie, and with sad surprise,' Ik-held the dead with stemming eyes; Howe'er, consolingly, he said, "Poor little Marie her rabbit's dead !" Later came Marie, and stood aghast; Hhe kissed and carestted it, but at last Found voice to say; while her young heart bled, "I'm so sorry for Charlie his rabbit's dead l" Editor's Drawer, in Harper's for February. FASHION ITEMS. The kilt pleated skirt is the favorite. Large hoop earrings are again worn.' Moss trimming is used for heading fringes. Trained skirts are worn only In the house. Cornet bonnets are more popular than ever. Large cords are no longer used on stylish dresses. ' Alsatian bows are on the newest imported bonnets. Kilt skirts are worn by ladies, girls and small boys. New fichus are of crepe lisse, and have long square fronts. Pale blue brocade silks are used for full dress bonnets. Flat pockets of lace are seen on the most elegant dresses. The short dresses are slowly but surely gaining ground. Cuckoo feathers, tipped wUh je are handsome for round bats. A new feature in kid gloves is the polished inside as well us outside. Bright colored silk vests are won with dark dresses by young ladies. ' Evening bonnets are all white, with a border of white ostrich plumes. Dress sleeves are made lighter than ever before, and are without trimming. Dancing dres'tes for young ladies have ihort trains, which are easily managed. Lacebarbes are worn around the neck, fastened by a bow of bright ribbon or flowers. Favorite scarf pins are made of two snakes twined together, and having bright enamelled scales. The handsomest evening dresses are made of plash grenadine in solid colors, such as ciel blue, rose, pink and cream. Long, graceful loops of ribbon are fastened at the throat instead of the stiff, made up bows which have been in favor. A band of black velvet an inch wide, with pendant ornament is one of the favorite necklaces worn by young ladies for evening. For evening dresses young ladies in mourning wear plain white muslin, with white daisies mingled with small black grapes. . A novelty in galloons for evening dresses represents exquisite roses of every hue, with the edges cut out so as to define the shape of the flower. The new basqne is a long, double breasted coat, with reverse collar. The bottom of the front is turned back in re vers, and the back has five long seems. An effective evening dress of white cashmere bad the skirt and draperies edged with a gimp of golden brown, and was looped with bunches of wall flowers or marigold. In a few months the polonaise and overskirt will have ceased to exist after their long and brilliant career. They will be regretted, for they were pretty, convenient and very economical, as with a little ingenu ity they enabled one to make a new dress of two oil ones. ALL SORTS. "Men should be careful lest tbey - cause women to weep, for God counts their tears," says the Talmud. . A convention of state agricultural societies will be held in Washington on the third Tuesday of February. Robert Bonner, who owns $250,000 worth of horseflesh, almost invariably rides down to his office and up home in a street car. There are more than 100 sisters of charity in Constantinople. - They have charge of four hospitals, in which are 15,000 patients. The Kentucky commissioner of agriculture reports for December that the yield of tobacco is about 12 per cent above the average, and is the richest, most elastic and beat bodied crop raised in 15 years. When you see a man come to town with a small load of wood in his wagon and three or four good bounds under it, you can bet your bottom dollar that you are gazing at one of that unfortunate class of people who can't afford ' take a paper. A curious fashion affected by gentlemen this winter, and brought from England, consists of , the absence of gloves from evening toilets. ' A great deal of care is exercised in Jiroper gloving in tbe morning for vit Iting, or the street or driving wear. But the white hand of a gentleman is considered

much more indicative of thorough breeding than a clove which soon soils, may be ill fitting and is liable to disaster. A new feature, and it Is a good one, has been introduc'd into society by a number of belles and beaux of the upper circles of tit Louis. It consists in the formation of a club called the "cooking clab," composed of ladies and gentlemen who will give a series of parties at the different homes of the lady members. Each lady who will attend will have to bring with her some refreshments cooked by herself. The la lies invite their

own gentlemen escorts, ani the latter will not De allowed, under penalty of being expelled, to furnish carriages. UNCLE PETE. Another Good MN1- About to Pass 1b Bis "Chip. Dan De QulEe, In the Virginia Enterprise. He sat in musing mood on the top rail of a worm fence and gazed wistfully across a forty acre field toward the double log caoin of a Missouri landed proprietor.' He was an aged African of most benevolent aspect Peace and good will to all were written -in every feature of his ebon countenance. A few gray hairs were visible in his beard and wool, and, as he got down off the fence and started across the half plowed stubble field toward the mansion at which he had been gazing, a bad limp was noticeable in his right leg, the knee of which bowed outward somewhat This venerable colored loan was known in the neighborhood as "Uncle Pete." As he neared tbe double cabin he halted, shaded his eyes with his hand, and, after gazing a moment muttered: "Yes, dar he is dar is Marse George a-eet-tin' on de porach a-redin' his papah. Golly, I cotch'um at home!" "Marse George," said Uncle Pete, a few minutes later, as he hobbled into the veranda, seated himself on a .bench and decorously adjusted his old wool hat over the glaring patches on the knees of his trousers. "Marse George, I'se come to see you once mo' once mo' befo' I leabes you fo'ebber. Marse George, I'se gwine to de odder shoab; I'se far on de way to my long home to dat home ober acrost de ribber, whar de wicked hab no mo trouble and whar watermillions ripens all de yeahr!" . . "Yous has all bin berry kine to me heah, Marse George berry kine to de ole man but I'se gwine away acrcet de dark ribber. I'se gwine ober, an' dar on dat o-Mer shoah I'll stan' and pick de golden hawp among de angels an' in de company ob de blest Dar I'll fine mj rest -dar I'll stan' befo' de throne fo' ebber mo', a singing' and a shoutin' susannis to de Lo'd!" "Oh, no, Uncle Pete'' says the proprietor of the plantation, "you are all right yet you're good for another twenty years." "Berry kine o' you to say dat, Marse George berry kine but it's no use. It almos' breaks my hawt to leab you, an' to leab de missus an' de chillun, Marse George, but I'se got my call I'se all gone inside." "Don't talk so. Uncle Pete; yon are still quite a hale old man," said the kind heartedplanter. "No use talkin', Marse George', I'se gwine to hebben berry soon. 'Pears like I can heah de singin' on de odder, shoab. Tears like I can heah de voice of 'Aund Liza' an' de odder dat's gone befoah. You'se bin berry kine to me. Marse George de Missus an' de chilun's bin berry good seems like all de peoples' bin berry good to poor old Pete poor cretur like me. "Sometimes I feels like I'se bin a passin' fo' mo' dan I'se wuff 'pears like I se bin gittin' credit fo' co'n when I on'y brot cobs and shucks to de mawket I may set in de sun a few days mo'; fo' a little time I may look on de trees an' de grass an' de sky; I may hearken to de singin' obde birds a little longer, but I'se got de call an' I feel it I'se all gone inside, Marse George all gone inside, Bah." "Nonsense, Uncle Pete," said the planter, smiling cheerfully and (peaking encouragingly; "nonsense! you are good for many years yet You'll see the sod placed on the graves of many younger men than you are before they dig the hole for you! What you want just now, Uncle Pete, is a good square, meal. Go into the kitchen and help yourself fill up inside. There is no one at home, but I think you know tha road. Plenty of cold victuals of all kinds in there." "'Bleeged ' t'ye, Marse George 'bleeged t'ye, sah, I'll go. Forde little-time I. has got to stay I'll not go aia natur'; but its no use. I'se all gone inside I'se got my call. I'm one o' dem dat's on the way to de golden shoah." , Old Pete's limp is hardly noticeable as he departs from the depository of eatables, and a saintly smile illuminates his wrinkled face. Left alone, the planter is soon absorbed in his paper the Missouri Brunswicker and he notes not the long absence of Uncle Pete. At last, however, he is aroused by hearing the old man's voice as he merrily carols the following: "Zounds!" cried the planter, if that old thief of a nigger hasn't found my bitters bottle! Pete! Pete, you black rascal I "Pete, you rascal, come out of that!" cries the planter. Pete hears not for h is now dancing a gentle shuffle and singing. ' "You, Pete! Blast tbe nieger!" cries the now thoroughly aroused planter, throwing down his paper and rushing to the scene of all this unseemly hilarity. . Unconscious of his approach, or of his presence in the world, Pete sings. "Pete!", broke in the irate Missourian, "Pete, you infernal old rascal,- is that the way you are crossing the river? Are those tbe songs they sing on the golden shore? Is this the way for a man to act when he has got his call when he is all gone inside?" Old Pete looked much as he would had he been caught in a hen roost as the planter stood before him and thundered these questions at him. At last, however, he found courage to say: "Marse. George, I'se got de call sure, and I'se gwine acrost de .dark rib ber soon, but i'se now traced up a little on de inside an' de 'scursion am postponed 'scuraion am postponed, sab!" Bensry la Xaglond. Beggary follows the absence of employment all over the - kingdom, and if the season were as harsh as the times charity, however generous and active, would be ineffectual. - The newspipers are full of sad details, and the half has not been told. In the manufacturing districts nothing but the liberal perseverance ot ' the rich saves the poor from starvation. Two thousand half famished children in one district of South Wales, call 3d Merthyr, were fe 1 last night Shoeless, ragged, unwashed boys and girls, from two to 12 years eld, had one bowl cf soup each for the first time in weeks. Br ay ere: Women are extreme in all points. They are better or worj than men.

BE OF GOOD CHEER.

BT ISAAC IT. MAYITARD. There's a way np tbe mountain. There's a way through the sea. There's a way o'er the desert, Tkough all pathless they be. Put your trust In the Lord, and a light wUI pear, And you'll see the bright pathway. Then "be of good cheer." There's a way through the brambles. There's a war through the snares That beset all life s ramble, in this dark world of cares. Believe me, an angel or guardian is near, And will lead thee safe through them. O Mbe of good cheer." In the lightning and storm, In the tempest and hail, , He wlU shield an from harm, And no foe shall assail. He's the joy of your heart; from tbe eye wipes the tear. "O! tear not ; it is I." Son, "be of good cheer." Taough the burdens be heavy, O too heavy to bear. Though we sink 'neath the weight Of afflictions, despair. Remember "the crown" is won by "the tear; "The cross" opens heaven. Then "be of good cheer." Bo faint not despair not, Though in darkness we roam, Heeking happiness btre. This world s not our home. Look up, like the flowers, and smile through sv tear And youll hear a sweet voice singing: "Be of good cheer." There is hope for the sinner. There is hope for the saint, There is rest for the weary, Bal m for every com plal n t. If we call upon Jesus, who stands ever near. To lighten our burdens, smiling, "Be of good. cheer." There's a way up the mountain. There's a way through the sea. There's a way o'er the desert. Though all pathless they be. I'm the light of the world." O foUow mahen, And I'll lead thee to heaven! Son, "be of good cheer." N. O. Christian Advocate. . STATE KETVS. Some enterprising thief has stolen 400 bushels of wheat from the bins of William Collet t, who lives one mile from .Eugene. Connersvile News: From every section we hear that the wheat looks splendid. If snow would now fall to protect it from frosts a rich harvest would be expected the comings season. Michigan City Enterprise: Twenty-five to thirty convicts in the northern prison are now employed in the sock factory, and 300 dozen pairs of socks are manufactured per week. The demand exceeds the supply, and the proprietor, Mr. Kourse, is in consequence happy. Evansville Journal: J. W. Ervin, of Newburg, was in town yesterday, and reports place completely in posseasion-of tbe red ribbon club. He says he is now offering a reward of $10 for a drunken citizen found on the streets. He will paythat much to find one more man to reform. Kokomo Tribune: A few days ago Jesse Culbertson died in the eastern part of the county. The boys of the Thirty-ninth regiment f which he was a member, remember him as one of the few men who knew no fear. He was not a strong man, but he was always well when there was any fighting to be done. Franklin Democrat: Eaaton Shipp, living near Smiley's mill in this county, is eightyone years of age and never has had occasion to call a physician, or apply for a prescription. He tells us he is almost ashamed to look a doctor in tbe face. His habits have not always been of the most abstemious character, he having used tobacco for over fifty years, and stimulants for more than seventy years. Franklin Democrat: The auditors of St Joseph and Iawrence counties, Ind., have refused'to report to the superintendent of public instruction the fall amount of interest on tbe congressional school fund, which, the superintendent claims as due. The question is whether the counties are liable or not and as a considerable amount of money is In tbe controversy the attorney general will be called upon for a decision. 'Huntington Democrat: The few days of solid roads during the past two weeks enabled farmers to bring to market a considerable quantity of grain, bolts, spokes, etc If we could have good roads for a few weeks there is a large quantity of such stuff" through the country that would finds its way .to market The fact that we need pikes was never more forcibly impressed upon tbe farmers throughout the county than at this time. Wabash Courier: Mrs. Anson, of Lagro township, died last Sunday at 2 o'clock p. m., and was buried Tuesday in the Matlock cemetery. Her death was caused by a cancer, superinduced by a fall she had received. What seems like a singular circumstance is tbe fact that, on the 20th day of January, 1877, at two o'clock p. m., she received the fall, and at two o'clock p. m., January 20, 1878, one year after, she died, making just one year, to the minute, from the date of her inj aries to the time of her death. The Udell ladder works at North Indianapolis has recently begun the manufacture of a fire kindler by a new process. Shavings ot wood, which otherwise could not be utilized, are rolled up into a small bundle, and a preparation of rosin is applied to it so that when fire is applied it can hardly be extinguished. This process not only utilizes wood which would remain waste, but it also gives employment to idle hands, and deserves to be classed with the manufacture ot butter platters and other articles of wooden ware for which this city is becoming noted. Mr. J. B. Wood, the agent expects the fire bugto be as grtat a success as the wooden butter platters. Mistress asd Maid. An English lady was so imprudent as towalk down stairs and opes the kitchen door. . The cook resented the intrusion vi et arm is et verbis. She told her mistress that the kitchen was not large tnough for two women, and ejected her from the basement The lady of the house discharged the cook without delay, and engaged a substitute. The cook at once brought a claim in the Runcorn county court for mrongfnl dismissal. She said she had lived in Liverpool and Manchester, and never had a mistress who presumed to enter the larder. "No lady," she rf.ped in a shrill voice, "would do sncha thing." The judge promptly dismissed the claim for wages, and remarked that a household would be intolerable if such grievances were to be redressed,

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