Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 20, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 May 1880 — Page 10

TKE1 INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, JVpEfiESDY, MAY 19y;18QyPPEIEl

IF WE KNEW.

PUBLISH ID BT IIIQTJXST OUGHT TO Bt PUBLISHED DAILT. If we knew the wo and heartache Waiting for a down the road. If eur li pa eoald taate t ha wormwood, If oar back could feel the load. Would we waete the day In wiahinr For a time that ne'er can bet Would we wait with each Impatience . for oar ehtpe to come from tea? If we knew the baby (lagere, Preeeed againat the window pane, Would be cold and alio to-morrow - Never trouble oa again Would the bright eyea of our darling ' Catch the frown upon oar brow? Weald the print ef roiy Anger Tax oa then aa thai do now? Ah! theee quiet Ice-cold flngera How tbey point oar memoriee back T thehaety wordaand actions, 8trewa along oar backward track! Hew tneee little hand remind na, Aa in snowy grace tbey lie, Not to acatter thoroi, bat roses, Tor oar reaping by and by. Strange we never prize the music Till the sweet-voiced bird haa flown; Strange that we ahoald alight the violet Till the lovely flower have gone; Strange that aammer sktea and aunahine .Never teem one half o fair, Aa when winter'a anowy piniona Shake the white down in the air. Lip from which the aeal ot ailence None bnt God can roll away Never bloeeomed in such beauty Aa adorna the month to-day; And weet werda that freight uur memory With their beautiful perfume Come to aa with aweet accent Through the portale of the tomb. Let na gather up the lunbeam Lying all around oar path; Let aa keep the wheat and roae Caatlng out the thorn and chaff; Let na flud oar aweeteet comfort In the bleeainge of to-day. With the patient hand removing All the briera from oar way. LITTLE BOBBIE. The Influenco a Small Boy May Have on an Affair of the Heart. "She was the "Widow Randolph when we first met, and I thought her then, as I think her now, the loveliest woman in the world," said Mr. Alexander Lane. "Aha!" responded Ford, the senior partner of Ford & Lane ''and so there was a romance. Sly dog!" The two men old friends, and rather old fellows were in that mild loquacious mood that follows a good dinner, and is stimulated by a good cigar and pleasant surrounding. Now there's no cozier spot than Lane's library, nor is there considering he is past fifty a handsomer or more genial man than Lane himself. At this moment he eat staring into the fire, the cigar held meditatively between two fingers, and Ford repeated, by way of jog to the conversation, "Sly dog!" "During one of my regular trips to Europe forjthe firm," said Lane, talking apparently to the fire, "I had time to spare, and was at F.aveno, in the north of Italy." Then, after a pause: "There's too much said about the scenery at the Italian lakes." "Why? Isn't it fine?" "Yes; but happen, say, at Baveno, on Maggiore, in the middle of May, and there's something you can't talk about; there's a fervor and a languor, a strength and a sweetness in all nature, in the very air itself, that can't be told it can only be felt. The hotel at Baveno was close to the lake, and boats lay moored just before the door. It was afternoon, I remember, that day late afternoon and I ran into Russell, firm of Russel & White, yon know. " 'So glad to meet an American,' said Russell. lm doing the lakes with my wife and sister-in-law, who is a widow. Come for a boat ride with us this evening at 8.' "At 8 Russell clapped me on the shoulder. There was a strange influence abroad that night; the whole place seemed fairy, unreal. I followed to where a boat lay swinging a little looee from its moorings. On the shore was Mrs. Russell, whom I greeted politely; but my eyes were fixed on that boat, for m the stern, wrapped in something white, like cloud, sat a woman who was lovely as a vision. I was fairly dazed, and stood staring, when Russell pulled up the boat and said, 'Jump in. Halloo, Adelaide; so you're seated. The woman in white is my sister-in-law, Lane. Mrs. Randolph, Mr. Lane, of New York. "She greeted me with 'Indeed, Mr. Lane, it's pleasant to meet people from home that is, sometimes, and some people.' She was the woman of the world, and a bit coquettish, yet with a soberness and gentle grace underlying all. ' . "liow did she look then?" asked Ford, j "Well, it was ten years ago. She was slighter, but that warm-colored hair was the same; she had those same gray eyes, with the dark gray brows, that would lend sternness to any other eyes, but only frame the softness of hers, her cheek was a shade paler than now, and fairer, perhaps. Well, we rowed over to Isola Madre. There, under the shadow of the wooded banks, we heard the nightingales sing, and, in short," said Mr. Lane, with a nervous laugh, knocking the ashes from his cigar, and beginning t smoke before he had done speaking "in short, I resolved that very night to make Mrs. Randolph my wife, or live a bachelor." Sudden, was'nt it?" hinted Ford. ''Yes, but time's nothing in such matters; twit's" "Say it in four letters," Ford suggested.1 'Well, it's love; and I was heartily, desperately in love. You see, I was only forty then. "Next morning early I was pacing the turf in front of the hotel, and met Mrs. Randolph. She was dainty, fresh and tenderhued even in the full morning sunshine. 1 1 breakfasted with the Russell party, and a bonne brought to to the table the prettiest four-year-old boy I ever laid eyes on. "My Kobbiel my darlingl my blessingi' exclaimed Mrs. ' Randolph, in a motherly rapture, seating the child on her lap. The little chap shook his head of yellow curls, reached with both bands over the table, and ejaculated 'Honey 1' "Jlloneyjis bad for mamma's boy,' said Mrs. Randolph, while I was looking at the picture they made, only desired to call both mother and child my own. Why, in fancy, I was already father to the boy, loved him, brought him up; put him inte the firmall in a few minutes, during which the little man was lunging and plunging after the honey dish. His mother restraining him, he delivered a piercing yell, and : grabbing - the table-cloth, dragged off some disnes that broke. 'Walter,' said Mrs. Randolph, take the honey away. : At this the boy beat first the air, then his mother's face. She' turned red and pale by turns, and I hunted my pockets. A knife, a pencil-case, loose change, a watch (tick, tk k'), and like seductions were displayed in

vain. Finally I found a bit of chocolate

in silver paper.' 'What's that, Robbie?' "Robbie stopped short in his pleasant ex ercLe, and answered promptly, Choclit, I want it ' 'It's too early in ths moraine for sweets,' said the mother. .'Robbie shall have it by and-by.' 'No o. Now, yelled the bov. "I made the bon-bon disappear into the air, juggler fashion, and the cherub sulked with a Sneer in his mouth. " 'He's a lovely boy,' I said to the mother. " 'He's his mamma's blessing,' she answer ed efondly. 'Robbie, speak to the nice gentleman.' '"No, I won't,' responded the blessing, in a tone of smothered brutality, like an infan tile Bill Sykes. Robbie, said I, 'don't you want to ride a pretty pink pony with a blue tail, eh? "This novel proposition made him thought ful a moment; then eyeing me with settled hatred, he answered, 'No, I don't; J want choclit. ' 'Mother's lamb shall have chocolate by-and-by, said Mrs. Kandolph, and kissed him in a manner perfectly distracting to the man who adored her. Whereat ho grabbed an ear-ring, and cruelly held her graceful head at arm's length. " 'Robbie, darling, you make mamma cry,' she said, persuasively. "The young pirate held on, however, until his uncle Russell caught the little arm and shook it, with 'Iii I hi! young rascal let go. Be careful ; don't hurt him,' said Mrs Randolph, with great warmth and decision. "Won't leggol won't leggo! screamed Robbie, until the yelling, struggling mass of embroidery, bare knees, and yellow curls was handed over to Marie, the bonne, who carried it up-stairs. 'Robbie, won't! Robbie!' reaching us in grateful diminuendo. "Mrs. Randolph and I took a stroll by the lake. 'My little son is very nervous and sensitive,' she remarked, 'but very affectionate.' "And such a child is a treasure when properly governed. I ventured, with discreet emphasis. "'lie has never been punished. His spirit sha'n't be broken,' "'Certainly not but a little wholesome restraint. ' " 'No,' the broke in with decision, 'he doesn't need it. He's a darling child, and my only comfort.' "The little fierceness of motherhood was very becoming, after all, to such a pretty woman, ad that May day passed like a pleasant dream. To be sure, it was broken occasionally by a suspicion of nightmare in the shape of Robbie, who, except for the one moment when he grabbed the coveted 'choelit,' regarded me with steady diBfavor. '' 'He'll be so affectionate when he's once acquainted,' the mother said. " 'Kiss me, Robbie, dear ' I ventured " 'Hit yer,' answered the baby ruffian. " 'Oh, no,' coaxed mamma, 'give the nice gentleman a pretty, pretty kiss. "The nice gentleman approached cautiously, but not cautiously enough. Robbie delivered a well-aimed blow directly between my eyes. ".Next morning we all started in a traveling carriage for the passage of the Simplou. The vehicle was roomy for ' the four of us, and Robbie besides. The bonne rode outside. In fact, his mother was so fond, that Robbie's nurse had something of a sinecure. Now there's nothing that so favors a rapid intimacy m traveling by carriage. There's the proximity, the lack of ceremcny, the luncheon from the eame napkin, the walk up hill, the flower to be plucked, the little accident, the boot or shawl to be adjusted, the rude jostle, the readily granted pardon. Whv, you are old friends in a day. I felt myself lucky. But I reckoned without Robbie. It seems, as an inducement to be washed and dressed, his mother had told him he should see a Swiss chalet "pretty, pretty little chalet 'way up on the high mountain.' Two minutes after our start Robbie began in this fashion : "Mam-ma, I wantersee the cha-let." " By-and-by, my love." "Robbie wantersee the cha-let-now." "Robbie must ride up on the big mountains first." ''No; n-o-w;" and Robbie squirmed about on his mother's lap like a lively young eel. "He's nervous," explained Mrs. Randolph; "he couldn't eat breakfast, it was so early. Robbie, want a piece of bread?" " 'No; want ice-keem.' " 'There's no ice-cream in the mountains.' ' WTant cha-lcts, then. Sit still, my pet. " 'Ice-k-e-e-m!' then a prolonged whine and Robbie began to throw himself violently from sido to side against the doors of the carriage. 'Hold the door, do!' said the mamma to her brother; and 'hold the door please,' to me; so the youngster flung about in comparr ative safety. This exercise he repeated .at short intervals a hundred times during the day. 'Your boy is dreadfully spoiled, Adelaide,' Russell ventured to say, and Mrs. Russell suggested it was 'time to take that child in hand.' But Mrs. Randolph argued, 'Robbie isn't well to-day,' and 'all bright children are restless,' and 'Robbie has too much brain;' and she became so spirited it seemed wiser not to court discussion, "I'm told there's fine scenery on the SimElon Pass. I don't know. I remember u'ing thumped, and hearing a whining cry of 'Robbie wantersee a cha-lct.' They say there are fine St. Bernard dogs up at the Hospice. I am sure of that, for Robbie tried to haul out the tongue of one good-natured great fellow, who tipped the little boy over with his great paw, and terrified Mrs. Randolph. I believe there are torrents, and precipices, and gorges and white mountain peaks; but I couldn't see them, for, as a matter of self-protection, I had to keep my eye on Rebbie. Then there were deeply colored flowers, thick as carpeting over the meadows, I can be reasonably certain, for I gathered a pretty bunch for Mrs. Randolph; and Robbie, saying, 'Mamma sant take nassy man's f owers,' tore them all to pieces. "Just before we reached Isella, which in a normal mental condition would have struck me as a picturesque spot, Robbie was shown a chalet. "Now thought I, ther'll be peace on that score. But no; there was a new howl. He, had evidently thought a chalet something to. eat or play with, for he was wofully disappointed, and yelled, 'That ain't a cha-let Robbie don't like it. Robbie want a hobbyhorse.' "Mrs. Randolph promptly lent her shoulders to represent the desired plaything, until she grew pale. We lodged at Isella, and by chance my room adjoined Mrs. Randolph s. Robbie always slept by his mamma, being too precious to be trusted to the bonne. "The young tyrant's first demand on being undressed was, 'Tell Robbie 'tories..

' 'Very well,' said the patient mother.

f here was an old woman wb 'Lived in a shoe. Don't like that.' ' 'Who killed cock robin, thenf . ."'Don't like that.' " 'Well, there was a good little boy, and his name was Robbie, and he was sleepy, and '"No, ain't sleepy; don't wan tergoter bed;' and so on for an hour or more, until my blood boiled to think of that gentle, loving, mistaken little mother under the heel ofthat baby monster. Then and there I formed a plan that should bring her peace and comfort, and the boy welfare. . "Next day the small tourist was fresh at the old cry of cha-let' and 'ke-keam' and 'want choclit;' but I could regard him calmly, for I had my plan. I watched for the chance of carrying it out, but none offered until we reached the pretty town of Brieg. Approaching the place, we passed wheat fields strewn thickly with the brightest corn flowers. These Robbie coveted. 'Want Towers! want f owers !' he yelled. "Arrived at Brieg, where we were to stop at night, I proposed taking Robbie back into the fields we had passed to pluck the flowers. "He mounted my shoulder with condescending tyranny, and I trotted along half a mile, talking merrily, then t-et the little child down among the wheat and poppies and bluets. He grasped right and left, until he had as many as he could hold, then I proposed to carry him back to mamma. He wouldn't. He would sit down on the damp ground and kick and dirty his face. He raised a cry for 'more flowers!' then 'Robbie want ice-keam!' then, 'choclit!' then a grand medley of all the cries together. "A moment I looked toward Brieg, te make sure we were not followed, then I held Robbie firmly by his shoulders, looked into his blue eyes, and said: 'Now, my little fiend, I'll give you something that's good for you,' "There was a slight disturbance of Robbie'i dainty embroidered skirts, a short, sharp cracking sound among the wheat stalks. Five minutes later I carried back to Brieg, a silent little boy with a pair of astonished eyes, rather pinkish about the lids, and gave the little fellow, with his hands full of flowers, into his mother's arms. "All the rest of the day Robbie was angelic. Silent, obedient, not a word of 'chalets' or 'choclit.' But he was curiously observant of me, following me with his eyes everywhere. "'What a good boy Robbie is! a little angel!' said Mrs. Randolph. " 'Never saw him behave decently before,' remarked Russell. ''At supper he ate his bread and milk quietly, and watched me over every spoonful; then he kisst-d everybody good-night and went off dutifully to bed, holding his mamma's skirt. ''As I happened to pass Mrs. Randolph's room, the door stood wide open, I stopped to remind her that we were all going for a walk; but she had her back toward the door, and didn't see me. So I stood a moment watching her. The child was undressed, all the yellow curls tumbling on a white nightgown; his pink feet bare; his eyes wide and thoughtful. The mother was enjoying the accustomed peace. She kissed the boy, and made him kneel at her feet. ! " 'Now, Robbie, say your prayers.' "I never saw anything half as lovely as the mother and child that night. " 'God bless mamma.' "'Mamma,' he repeated. ' 'And uncle and auntie.' " 'Uncle and auntie.' " 'And Mr. Lane, the nice gentleman. "She put my name in her child's prayer! Why, r ord, my heart gave a great exultant bound; but suddenly it stood still. " 'Mamma,' said Robbie's shrill little voice, 'that nice gentleman gived me sumfin?' " 'What, my darling flowers? " Sumfin eke.' " 'Chocolate r '"Sumfin else. " 'What then my lamb?' "'Idunno,' and he looked puzzled; then brightened up with, 'but I show oo, mamma.' "Ihe little man was conveniently dressed for the pantomime he undertook and to do him justice, it was thoroughly well done. He began with my guilty glance toward Brieg; he delivered the words, 'Now my little fiend, I give oo sumfin that's good for oa' with tragic effect; then he applied (though more lightly than his model) the time-honored remedy lor naughtiness. lie added: 'And mamma, I kyed vewy loud, and then I feeled more better.' ''There was a moment's hush. Mrs. Randolph hugged Robbie to her breast. I crept down stairs, astonished at the capacity in children for retaining an impression, but feeling 1 had made a great success. ''Later she came doWn. We had all agreed upon a walk, so we went along by the blossomed fields, but Mrs. Randolph was perfectly silent. "I argued good from this, and felt elated, Russell and his wife saw something out of of the common in my manner, I think, and considerately walked apart together. I felt that I must speak out my heart, so I began: 'Although, we have known each other but a few days, you must fel, as I do, ours is no common friendship.' "She made no answer. " 'Adelaide,' I went on madly I was but forty ' Adelaide, I love you. May I hope to win you?' Adelaide stood still, instantly, turned upon me, and fixed me with such a look as I never met before or since. " 'Wretch!' she said, 'you raised your hand against my child, my Robbie, my angel. You called him a little fiend. I despise, detest, utterly abhor you. I'd marry a demon sooner. "Ford, she shone white with anger. As soon as I could catch my breath I tried to argue. " 'See how good he was afterward. A little wholesome discipline is " 'Don't speak to me,' she struck in 'Never dare let me see your face again. Never dare.' "She walked on briskly to the hotel, I meekly following. She swept upstairs, flinging me back a Judith look tull of righteous wrath "I told Russell the whole matter at once. "He whistled, then laughed long and loud. 'By Jove! he said, the boy had never had a whipping, and didn't understand it. It's a pity Lane, that you can't bring him up; but Adelaide is fierce where that spoiled brat is is concerned. I'm afraid there's no hope for you"I left next morning for Paris by the early diligence. -Well,' said Ford, "it was lucky for you. Robbie must have turned out a terrible wretch." "No, he hasn't. He's a tall, handsome lad of fourteen; bright, well-mannered and obedient to his mother and stepfather." "Stepfather! She's married then?" "Three years ago she met a man my supe

rior in tact, courage and persistence. I respect and envy him." "But what a tussel he must have had with the boy.' "Yes; for our domestic syrtem is peculiar. Here are statistics: Out of 100 of the pirate species of child that I've met, three were Lnglish,two Russian, one French and ninetyfour American. To bring these infants to reason it called for ninety-four men of met-1 tie. I only wish I'd served my country by being one of them." ' , Ford laughed and filled a glass. "Here's to Robbie's stepfather, the heio and martyr.") "And the happiest of men," Lane added,' filling his glass. "Ah, Ford, that's the rub!' and Mr. Lane, with a sigh, ended aa he began: "She's the loveliest woman in the world." :

How to Write and Talk. j Forney's Progree. Sentiments are thoughts from the promptings of the feelings and the passions, and are therefore real. At Florence thero is an unfinished bust of Brutus by Michael Angeloj under which a cardinal wrote the following distich: "As the sculptor was forming the effigy of Brutus in marble he recollected his act of guilt and refrained." An English nobleman, indignant at this distich, wrote immediately under it the following: "The sculptor would have framed a Brutus, but the vast and manifold-virtues of the man flashed upon his thoughts; he stopped and remained in astonished admiration.' The following words are often misused in speaking and writing: "Pride is that which makes us esteem ourselves. Vanity makes us desire the esteem of others." As Dean Swift said, "A man isjtoo proud to be vain." Only imports that there is no other of the same kind. Alone means being accompanied by no other. An only child is one who has neither brother nor sister. A child alone isl one who is left by itself. Opinions signify to think, to jjdge; sentiment to feel. OpinJ ions are more liable to error, as they depend upon knowledge, which is not always correct. Different opinions on different subjects is of common occurence in the affairs of life. 'No, cousin," said Henry IV, when charged by the Duke of Bouillon with having changed his religion, ''I have changed no religion, but an opinion." An adverb should never be used to denote quality. The soonest moment should be the earliest moment. She looks sweetly should be she looks sweet. No, as an adverb, can quality comparatives only. "The task no longer appeared difficult." Adverbs should le placed near the words which they qualify J The auxiliary to should not be separated by the remainder of the infinitive by any inter-i vening word- "Be careful to not disturb him" should be, "be careful not to disturb him." More than one subject connected by or or nor, one of them being in the plural, the verb should be in the plural, but the plural subject should be next to the verb." "Neither ne nor his friends were to blame." The pronoun you, though of a plural form, when used to represent a single person, requires the plural form of a verb, because of the plural form of the pronoun, as "John you are in error." What a P-perfect Uentleman May Endure.1 I Free Preee. j At 11 o'clock the other night a Detroit po-j liceman came upon a man pounding vigorously on the door of a dwelling house, and he asked what he wanted there. The pounder was pretty well set up. He descended the steps, went close up to the officer and softly whispered in his ear: "It's my ray own abode, and I w-want to get in." But why don't you call out?" asked the blue coat. "B-Because I don't want to g-give myself away. I want to get into the house b-before the jawing commences. I want my wife to think it's somebody else." . 'Well go ahead, but don't arouse the neighbors." The officer sauntered on, but in about ten minutes he encountered the tipsy citizen on the other side of the block. The man was thoroughly drenched with cold water, and had lost his hat. "Halloo! didn't you get in?""N-not quite." ''Couldn't awaken your wife, eh?' "The t-trouble was " whispered the man, as a big shiver galloped over him, "the t-trouble was that she was awake all the t-time." "And she deluged you lrom a second-story window?" ''I-I'm not 'zackly clear as to whether it was a thunder shower or only a pitcher of w-water, and I thought I'd h-hunt you up and ask you if th-thunder showers ever come in the night, and if lightning evf r knocks a p-perfect gentleman o ff his own doorsteps?" Drinking; Ice Water. There is no more doubt that drinking ice water arrests digestion than there is that a refrigerator would arrest perspiration. It drives from the stomach its natural heat, suspends the flow of gastric juice and shocks and weakens the delicate organs with which it comes in contact. An able writer on human disease says: "Habitual ice water drinkers are usually very flabby about the region of the stomach. They complain that their food lies heavy on that patient organ. They taste their dinner for hours after it is bolted. They cultivate the use of stimulants to aid digestion. If they are intelligent they read upon food and what the physiologist has to say about it how long it takes cabbage and pork and beef and potatoes, and other meats and esculents to go through the process of assimilation. They roar at new Drtsad, hot cakes and fried meat, imagining these to have been the cause of their maladies. Bit the ice water goes down all the same, and finally! friends are called in to take a farewell look at one whom a mysterious Providence has called to a clime where, as far as is known, ice water is not used, lbe number of im. mortal beings who go hence, to return no more, on account of an injudicious use of ice water, can hardly be estimated. In the House of Representatives in 1868, after a vote had been ordered on the resolutions impeaching Andrew Johnson, and the roll-call had commenced, Hon. Thaddäus Stevens sent his nephew, Simon Stevens, to the Senate Chamber for Mr. Wade, then President of the Senate. Entering the door leading from the Vice President's room he called Mr. Bassett, the Assistant Sergeant-at-Arms, to inform Mr. Wade that Simon had a verbal message for him. Mr. Wade requested Mr. Anthony to take the chair, joined Simon in the vestibule, and arm in arm started for the House ox jtepresentatives. On reaching the rotunda Mr. Wade encountered a clergyman from Ohio, who said: "Mr. Wade, the Lord is on our side this time, the impeachment resolutions are passed." Mr. Wade replied: "Well, if he isn't, he's beat, that's all," and passed on. Forney's Progress. . It is not merely the individual but society that suffers by every idle, every selfish, every mean, every unjust man. .

HOME. Why May Mot a Man Take HI Real Troub

les Home One Particular Recognition of t Woman's Right. Signor Vax in Detroit Free Preaa. It is a wide-spread, fallacy, as I believe, that a man should never carry into his home the smell of the shop. We are told with mueh owlish oracularity that we have no right to raise the veil that hides our hearths from the smoke of the world's sordid conflicts; that how keen soever our anguish, we must suffer and make no sign lest we darken the light of home. That was a pretty fancy of the poet who, in telling the pathetic story of her sailor-brother's loss, found consolation in the thought that his ''beauteous head, if it did go down, carried sunshine into the sea." I would like to be able to say that in all the wrecks of human ventures, men might carry only sunshine into the realms of those who love and wait for them; but that would be te argue a state of existence quite to beatific for us who are yet in the toils of earth. If one be hurt his pain is soothed by soft caressing.-The lad makes even a stone-bruise endurable by his gentle tickling of it. I once saw a brown-faced boy who came home, from an excursion to a blackberry patch, with a thorn in one of his feet. Through days and nights his torments were excruciating, until he discovered that tickling gave him easment, and from that time until the thorn was removed, some member of the family had employment in tickling the center of suffering. "Men are but children of a larger growth" and if there are sometimes thorns in their hearts, whither but home should they go to have them "tickled?" There are no common hospitals where that kind of surgery is practiced. Only the home surgeon, whose love is skill, and whose name is woman, can wisely or safely be trusted with that class of patients. You will be surprised, perhaps, to learn that her clinics are very numerous and very unpretentious, and that her cures are among the most wonderful achievments humanity has known. She claims the office as her indisputable prerogative. It is hers by every right oi earth. She will not be deprived of it. She instantly and angrily resists any attempt to wrest it from her, and so far as I know she ha never yet failed of successful resistance. I have a strong conviction that men with thorns in their hearts only aggravvate their torments by trying to conceal them. Let them bare the sore places that the healer may know how best and soonest to heal. Observation has shown me that the man who takes his troubles real troubles home to hia surgeon-in-chief, is cured of them a thousand times when any other course would render them only the more burdensome. This seems to me to have the recommendation of common sense, and I do not hesitate to advise its general adoption. It is a kind of mock heroics not to do so. One of the first proofs of love a wife demands is that she be given opportunities to put to practical use her loftiest and divinest attribute, comEassion, twin of love. Ask that of her give er to know your need of it and she is equal to all occasions; a very genius in expedients; a worker of miracles by sympathy, and a revolutionizer of accepted conditions in that she stays and strengthens where all her life before she was content to be the clinging vine. It is a trite compliment to the real underlying nature of woman to say that by suffering is her exaltation achieved and her all-daring courage animated; but I think we owe it to her to add that not her own but others' suffering is the electric spark that sets her soul on fire and nerves her arm to draw the bow of mighty Odysseus. In her best mood woman is always man's surest trust. I do not care what tempests roil the heaving waters of his man's nature, it is her voice commanding "Peace!'' that stays the flood. Let him then, anchor his faith to her, and when he sleeps she will hold the helm with a steady hand and a conscience that never cheats on watch. Goethe baa in Wilhelm Meister limned with loving and skillful hand the calm, selfpoised, cleared-headed and reassuring woman who makes her home the man's Mecca of repose. There he can say with the silvery singer over the sea: ' And now arrivea lull iu the hot race Wherein he doth forever chaae That flying and elnaive ahadow, Beat " Such are the homes that most women make, or would make if given fair encouragement. It is no uncommon thing to see a woman whose generalship in the shifting and endless round of domestic affairs is of the highest order. To keep this machinery moving without jar or creak asks qualities which, directed in any channel where men alone are permitted to try their skill, would be productive of great results. Among these qualities are tact, pa tience, firmness, adaptability to varying con ditions, power of concentrating thought, de- . i j votedness, economy in time ana money, oruer, the cunning hand, the wise head, the soft heart, government, knowledge of gastronomy (of supreme importance) and the "knack" of Deing simultaneously in many piaw. oci a hundred men in line and tell me how many would or could discharge the functions ofthat office even passably. For my own part I had rather undertake a happy outcome of the Chinese treaty. . I should take some honest pride in being endowed with like qualities, and when I run over the long catalogue of elegant accomplishments in which those same domestic ; diplomats have mainly educated themselves my admiration is certainly not lessened. And by that token I am reminded that the estimate which men (myself among the many) are apt to put on woman's work is both ignorant and supercilious. I am a good deal ashamed that I did not make the discovery long ago. Possibly my humiliation grows out" of the consciousness that 1 failed tosee that which all ought to recognize at a glance; but at any rate I feel better that the confession is out. I regard this particular recognition of woman's rights as one of those practical, every, day essentials to the composition of the ideal home, and I hope it may help many of us to a better understanding of the truth. I do not come to the confessional on this point in a wholly unselfish spirit. The fact is I see that the more justly, not to say chivalrously, we deal with women the stronger is our assurance of a responsive compensation. Women will not, as a rule, consent to be outdone by us in the practice of those graces which make companionship of the sexes ennobling nor indeed in the smallest interchange of courteous word and act. You that have wives, let me recommend as an experiment (if you have never tried it) social homeopathic treatment When your dinner is to your taste speak of it in as complimentary phrase as you would if you were dining with your neighbor's wife and your neighbor's wife's husband. In your moments of Burgundy glow, or Havana serenity, perhaps you might discover a brightness in your wife's eye; a rose in her cheek; a sonnet in her hair; a sentiment in

her soft flowingdrapery, or a note of music in iu rustle. Then there are times when the opera or the play is very efficaciousGreat aa woman can be on great occasions she can yet-extract a .world of happiness from little things. She should be indulged in them. It is good policy, gentlemen, and the cheapest luxury you can offer." ! I shall not be accused of misrepresentation if I assert that aothin g in the ordinary way more delights a woman than a fine opportunity to let herself be seen and lorgnettes are a great help. To be seen advantageously she must be well dressed. Always remember that. There again should she be indulged. I sincerely believe that woman's bliss is never more ecstatic (other things being reasonably well with her) than when she finds herself by a gentleman's side in a crowded theater, the well dressed cynosure of a thousand pairs of eyes. . A philosopher friend said to me the other day that the basis of happiness is the pursuit of happiness. No man can pursue it more agreeably and profitably than by making bis wife a full partner in the occupation; and whether that lead them to the theater, to a cozy restaurant supper by way of change from the home tea-table pleasures, or a tencent ride on the river ferry of a summer's evening, there is always a profit. One of the pleasantest tf the many pleasant memories on which I sometimes draw for solitary enjoyment is of an aged couple whom I Baw inspecting shop windows one balmy afternoon long years ago. They were obviously very happy in each other, and the glee with which they pointed out the pretty objects as they passed from window to window was so unaffected, spontaneous and childlike, and they were so unconscious of observation that I could not but regret the necessity that called me away from the contemplation of the charming picture. Ever since that day I have cultivated 6hop windows; and in all my tours ofthat kind I have had in spirit the company of that rare old pair, who must have long since disappeared from a world that was filled with sunshine and fragrance for them. I cherish the fancy that wherever they went in life the sunshine was brighter, the flowers were more fragrant, and humanity was happier that they, as was said of one great and good in his day, lived, loved, labored and suffered loßses. I would I had known them In their home. What a lesson and what a benison the knowledge might have been!

Sonnet. The rain fall anftly on the window eavea. And whiepere lowly to the rustling graae, And loada the winda dok pinion'a aa they past To ahake the glittering moisture on the leaves. The rain aweepe where the great eee awalla and heevee. And dimplea all the locked lakea' living glaaa; The rain aoba round the honae whoee light ehe waa, And with the hearts leftdemlate it grieve, And listening to ttt murmi r all alone, I aet ita cadence to my yearning aorrow. And loTe'a male longing for the darling gone. From nature'a wail aeems atrength renewed to borrow, Till I can hear the dull plash on the clay. Of that dear new-made grave, broad leagoea away. AU the Year Konnd. A Strange Voyag of Two Little Children La a Balloon, in 1858. "When Mr. Wise was lost in his balloon, called the Pathfinder, several months ago the newspapers printed many accounts of trips made into the air, some by brave men, and some by foolish ones. A lady who lives in the town of Centralia, in the State of Illinois, said nothing until all thereat were done talking. Then one day last week she told the editor of the St. Louis Republican to look into the number of that paper that was printed September 21, 1858. The editor looked, and found an account of how two little children took a trip in a balloon all by themselves. On that day, an aeronaut, or sailor of the air, named Brook filled his air ship with gas on the farm of Mr. Harvey, who lived near Centralia. lie expected to sail up in the afternoon. About noontime Mr. Harvey put bis two children into the basket of the balloon just to please them, and not thinking for a moment of any danger. The balloon was tied to a tree by ropes. All at once a gust of wind broke the ropes, and the balloon got up into the sky with nobody but the two children in the basket. Mr. Harvey was wild with grief and shouted aloud: "They're lost; they're lost!" All the neighbors ran to the spot, only to see the balloon drifting on to the North and more than a mile high. One of the children was a girl, Nettie, eight years old, and the other her little brother Willie, four years old. Both cried when they found themselves leaving the ground and going on a very,very, strange journey indeed. Nettie looked over the edge of the basket and saw her father wringing his hands away below. Soon the people looked to her smaller than babies, and the houses like toy houses. She and Willie were going up, up all the time. "I expect we are going up to Heaven, Willie," said Nettie. Willie thought it was very cold in Heaven then, for the higher they went the colder it grew. Nettie wrapped Willie in her apro: w e .mk and hell his head in her lap until he cn himself fast to sleep. Then Nettie folded her hands and waited. She said I think we must be near the gate now. She meant the gate of Heaven, that she had heard about in Sunday-school. But Nettie fell asleep, too. When she woke she found that some strange man was lifting her from the basket. The strange man was a farmer, in Northern Illinois, who had seen a balloon drifting low down across the field. The rope was dragging and so he caught it, and landed the children safely. The balloon had floated all night. Nettie and "Willie's father soon learned that they had been found, and took them home two days afterward. Nettie is now a woman and the very same one who told the Republican to look back in its files for the story. A Useful Lesson. Teach your boy to save a part of his earnings, if it be ever so small a sum, If he can lay by only ten cents a week let him . save that. It doesn't amount to much, it is true, but it is worth saving; it is better saved than wasted better saved than thrown away for tobacco, or beer, or any worthless article or subjecV But the best thing about it is , that the boy who saves five dollars a year on a very meager salary acquires a habit of taking care of his money which will be of the utmost value to him. The reason why working men, as a class, do not get ahead falter, are not more independent, u that they never learn to save their earnings. Young , people who desire to retain their own independence under all circumstances must learn to save. So sure as they do this, so surely will they be in a situation to ask no special favors.' ' Every man needs to feel that he is the peer of other men; and he can not do it if he is penniless. Money is power; and those who , hare it exert a wider influence than the destitute. Hence it should be the ambition of all to acquire it honestly of course. ..This, is a ! ' V t "V -A- 11 1 . . lesson in me wuicu buouxu reeariy installed into the mmas or the young. '