Jasper Republican, Volume 1, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 July 1875 — Page 1

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THE NEWS.

The pigeon-shooting match between A. H. Bogardus, of Illinois, and the English champion, Geo. Rimmel, at Hendon, England, on the 7th, was easily won by the former. The contest for the Mayor and citizens’ cup at Belfast, Ireland, on the 7th resulted in the success of Gildersleeve, of the American team. A Ma num dispatch of the 7th says the entire Carlist forces had departed from Valencia and Arragon. The Alphonsists were in close pursuit. An insurrection has broken out against the Turks in Herzegovina. The commission appointed to consider whether Italy shall participate in the Philadelphia Centennial Exhibition has recent ly decided in the negative on account o the expense necessary. The United States ■Government has been informed of the decision. A Washington dispatch of the 7th states that under the provisions of the act of July 18, 1874, providing for the resumption of specie payments, the Treasury Department had disposed of about $10,000,000 of bonds known as 5 per cents, and with the proceeds had purchased about $9,000,000 in silver, for the purpose of retiring fractional currency. At a meeting of Plymouth Society of Brooklyn—composed of pew-holders in Plymouth Church—on the evening of the ■7th, a resolution was unanimously adopted fixing Mr. Beecher’s salary for the ensuing year at SIOO,OOO. Mr. Beecher testified before the Grand Jury in the Loeder-Price case on the 7th, and denied all the allegations made by the accused so far as they related to himself. Price plead guilty of peijury and conspiracy, and Loeder not guilty. The Wisconsin Republican State Convention was held at Madison on tb e 7th. Hon. Harrison Ludington, of Milwaukee, was unanimously nominated, by acclamation, for Governor. <Jlie other nominations are: For Lieutenant-Governor, H. L. Eaton; Secretary of State, Hans B. Warner; State Treasurer, Maj. Henry Baetz; Attorney-General, John R. Bennett; Sunerintendent of Public Instruction, Robert Graham. E. W. Keyes was re. elected Chairman of the State Cen tral Committee. The platform approves the letter of President Grant; indorses the present Republican National Administration and the policy of arbitration in setting international difficulties; favors a tariff for revenue only; advocates the gradual resumption of specie payments ; favors legislative control of public corporations, etc. The Opposition State Convention of Minnesota, held at St Paul on the 7th, nominated D. L. Buell for Governor; E. W. Durant, Lieutenant-Governor; Albert Scheffer, Treasurer; J. Sencerbox, Railway Commissioner; Adolphus Bierman, Secretary of State; Lafayette Emmett, Chief-Justice; M. Doran, State Audit or ; A. A. McLeod, Clerk Supreme Court. The name Democratic-Republican was adopted. The resolutions favor a resumption of specie payments and a return to gold and silver as a basis of currency; a tariff for revenue; the State control of public corporations, etc. The rivers Toques and Orbiquet, in France, recently overflowed their banks and inundated the town of Lesieux and its environs. Several lives were lost. A terrific rain and hail storm visited Switzerland lately. The hail-stones were of great size, killing and wounding many persons, destroying crops and damaging much valuable property. A commercial crash is predicted in Norway in consequence of the stagnation in the lumber trade.

According to a Madrid dispatch of the Bth Carlists were continually presenting themselves to the authorities, demanding amnesty. The Executive Committee of the National Grange, in session in Washington on the Bth, voted to remove the headquarters of the National Grange to Louisville, Ky. They also voted to hold the next meeting of the National Grange at Louisville on the third Wednesday in November next. Prof. Steiner, with three companions, made a balloon ascension at Milwaukee on the evening of the 7th, intending to make an eastward voyage to the Atlantic coast. After being up three hours they landed about twenty-eight miles from Mil waukee. The quality of the gas with which the balloon was inflated is said to have been poor. Another attempt was contemplated. In his late report concerning the Black Hills region Prof. .Tenney says that country is admirably adapted for agricultural purposes. Mrs. Stringer, of Cincinnati, found the kindling-wood in her cooking-stove too damp to burn well, so she undertook to hurry up matters by pouring coal-oil from a can into the stove. After five hours of the most acute agony she died from the effects of her bums. A read-estate lawsuit of great magnitude and duration is one of the probabilities in Chicago. A strip of land containing about twenty-five acres and worth several millions of dollars, on which stand the Illinois Central depot and a portion of the tracks, is in dispute, having just been entered by Willis Drummond, late Commissioner of the General Land Office, at the Land Office in Springfield. It has been occupied and presumably owned by the railroad company for the last thirty years. Gen. Francis P. Blair, Jr., died athis residence in St. Louis on the night of the Bth, aged fifty-three. A Madrid dispatch of the 9th says the

THE JASPER REPUBLICAN.

VOLUME I.

Carlists had been defeated at Trevino, with a loss of 400 killed and sixty prisoners. ' The counting of the funds in the Treasury at Washington developed no discrepancy or deficit, with the exception of the $47,000 package stolen some weeks ago. The Comptroller of the Currency on the 9th called upon the National Banks, for a report of their condition at the close of business June 30. The Comptroller has directed the retiring of all the circulating notes of the denomination of five dollars of the following banks, the notes of that denomination having been successfully counterfeited: The First, Third and Traders’ National Banks, Chicago; First National Bank of Paxton, Ill.; First National Bank of Canton, Hl. National banks throughout the country are requested to return all such notes to the Treasury for redemption. No additional bills of this denomination will hereafter be issued to these banks. On the morning of the 9th, as the Vandalia passenger train bound east stopped at Long Point, a water station in Clark County, 111., four men boarded the cars and detached the engine and express, car. Two of them jumped on the engine and ordered the engineer to go nheqd; on his refusing they shot him through the heart, and then ran the engine out two miles and attempted to rob the Adams Express car. The messenger, Mr. Burke, barricaded the car and successfully resisted their efforts until a party came to Burke’s relief. Several shots were fired into the express car, but without effect. One thousand dollars reward has been offered for the murderers. The James brothers are suspected of being the perpetrators of the outrage. The name of the murdered engineer was Milo Ames. The immediate cause of Gen. Blair’s death was an injury received by falling and striking his head against a piece of furniture while walking across the room. He had been out riding and returned feeling much better, but being seized with dizziness he fell and became unconscious. He never rallied. All the Mayors to whom invitations have been sent to attend the international banquet at Guildhall, London, on the 29th, have signified their acceptance, with only two exceptions. The damage caused by the flood in the Rhone Valley is estimated at about 1,000,000 francs. The insurrection at Herzegovina, along the Dalmatian border, according to a Vienna dispatch of the 11th, has assumed threatening proportions. The populace had attacked the Turkish authorities in the frontier towns and raised the Austrian flag. Cortina, Mayor of Matamoras, Mexico, was lately arrested by the Mexican authorities under suspicion of being concerted in the Texas raids and sent to the City of Mexico. Mexican papers say that he was the supporter and defender of criminals and the enemy of justice and order. The Commissioner of Internal Revenue has decided to allow claims of State officers for the refunding of the income tax paid upon the emoluments oi their offices filed in due time. Mrs. Sartoris, daughter of President Grant, has a fine boy, born on the 11th at Long Branch, weighing ten and a half pounds. Mr. Moulton recently addressed a letter to the District Attorney of Brooklyn, asking for a speedy trial under the indictment for libeling Mr. Beecher. Attorney Britton responded that he could not well attend to the matter at the present time, owing to more urgent jail cases, but intimated that later in the season he will have the matter attended to. The daughter of Patrick Boylan, of West Davenport, lowa, was fatally burned the other evening by the explosion of a can of kerosene, while lighting the kitchen its contents. The funeral of Gen. Blair at St. Louis on the J Ith was the most imposing affair of the kind ever witnessed in that city.

THE MARKETS.

NEW YORK. Lrns Stock.—Beef Cattle—slo.oo3l3.so. Hoge —Live, $7.87%©7.50. Sheep—Live, $4.25©5.50. Bbxadbtuttb.—Flour—Good to choice, $5.40® 5.75; white wheat extra, [email protected]. Wheat—No. 2 Chicago, $1.1531.16; No. 2 Northwestern, $1.1531-16; No. 2 Milwaukee spring, $1.17543 I. Rye—Western and State, 90c351.08. Bar--1ey—51.2531.30. Corn—Mixed Western, 78@81c. Oats—Western Mixed, 66@68c. Pbovisiohs.—Pork—New Mess, $20.85320.90. Lard—Prime Steam, 13%®13% c. Cheese—s 3 12%c. Wool Domestic fleece, 50363 c. CHICAGO. Lrvx Stock.—Beeves—Choice, $6.0036.25; good, $5.5035.80; medium, $4.7535.30; butchers’ stock, $3.5034X0; stock cattle, $3.0033.75. Hogs—Live, good to choice, $7.1537.35. Sheep —Good to choice, $4.0034.50. Provisions.—Butter—Choice, 20324 c. Eggs— Fresh, 1431454 c. Pork—Mess, $19.20319.25. Lard—513.00313.05. Bbkadstukfs.—Flour—White Winter Extra, $5 5037.25; spring extra, $4.5035.25. WheatSpring, No. 2, $1 04%31.04%. Corn—No. 2, 69%® 69MC. Oats—No. 2, 53%©55c. Rye-No. 2, 94 385 c. Barley—No. 2, $1.1731-20. Lumbkb.—First Clear, $45.00346.00; Second Clear, $43.00345.00; Common Boards, $10,003 11. Fencing; $10.00311.00; “A" Shingles, $2.6533.00; Lath, $1.7532.00. CINCINNATI. BBKADSTUTrs.--F10ur—55.2535.35. WheatRed, $1.2031.25. Corn—66363c. Pye—sl.oo ©1.03. Oats—s43sßc. Barley—No. 2. $1.1831.20. Provisions.—Fork 3*J4c. BT. LOUIS. » Liyb Stock.—Beeves—Fair to choice, $5,503 6.25. Hogs—Live, $6.2537.25. Bbbadstukts.—Flour—XX Fall, $4.7535.00. Wheat—No. 2 Red Fall, $1.2731.27%. Corn—No. 2, 67% ©6Bc. Oats—No. 2, 57*4©58c. Rye-No. 2,90391 c. Barley—No. 2, $1.1831.20. Provisions.—Pork—Mess, $20.25320.50. Lard -12%318c. MILWAUKEE. Bbkadstotm.—Flour—Spring XX, $4.5034.75. Wheat—Spring, No. 1, $1.0831.08%; No. 2, Corn-No. 2. 66%@67c. Oats-No.

OUR AIM: TO FEAR GOD. TELL THE TRUTH AND MAKE MONEY.

RENSSELAER, INDIANA, FRIDAY, JULY 16, 1875.

2.52H053C- Bye—No. 1, 94@95c. Barley-No. 2, J1.24ai.28. DETROIT. BBXAMTam.—Wheat Extra. $1A7©1.27H. Corn—67@7oc. Oate- No. t, 59@60c. TOLEDO. BBSAWTxnrn. —Wheat—Amber Mich., $1.23 ©1.2354; No. 2 Red, $1.23©1.2354- Corn-High Mixed, 72%©73c. Oats—No. 2, 5754@58c. CLEVELAND. BBBADarum.—Wheat No. 1 Bed, $1.2454© 1.25; No. 2 Red, $1.W4©1.20. CornHigh Mixed, 71©72c. Oats—No. 1, 69©61c. BUFFALO. Lm Stock. Beeves Live, $7.25©7.40. Sheep—Live, $4.C0©5.00. EAST LIBERTY. Liv* Stock.—Beeves—Best, $6.60©7.20; medium, $5.75©6.00. Hogs Yorkers, $7.20@ 7.30; Philadelphia, [email protected]. Sheep—Best, [email protected]; medium, $4.25©4.50.

ITEMS OF INTEREST.

The original Independence Day, July 4, 1776, was on Thursday. Religious disturbances are reported in Crete, being fomented by certain indiscrete parties.— St. Louis Times. If Brigham Young wore an additional “ weed” on his hat every time he lost a wife or mother-in-law, it is estimated his hat would * ve to be twenty-seven feet high. A Protestant church has been built at Smithfield, London, to commemorate the martyrs burned there, and the Catholics intend to build one at the Tower to commemorate others. Farewell, for one year or thereabouts, to the startling cracker, the annoying torpedo, the detonating Chinese bomb, the impaling rocket, the sight-destroying Roman candle, the fizzing pin-wheel, the suicidal pistol, the holocausting cannon, the necropolitan shotgun. The district in Kentucky known as Trosper’s Chapel has sixty children and eighty-two dogs. Allowing all the dis tricts in the county (fifty-two) to average this and there are 4,264 dogs in the county ; allowing each one pound of bread per day, they consume 1,555,360 pounds of bread per year. In some ginseng root received at a store in Nashville, Tenn., the other day, a piece was found that had a bullet imbedded entirely in it. It had either been shot into it while growing, or the plant had grown near the bullet and enveloped it as it grew, completely covering and hiding it. The ball was not discovered till the root was broken in two.

There is a large and dangerous rock in the harbor of Victoria, British Columbia and it is intended to construct acofler. dam ten feet square over the center of the rock. A shaft will then be sun? to the depth of twelve feet, and four headings or drifts driven from the shaft. A large quantity of giant-powder will be placed in the shaft-headings and the whole exploded by electricity about Aug. 1. On being asked by one of his fair daughters why the bulldog’s nose is placed so far behind his mouth, the very reverend gentleman discovers another instance of the merciful consideration ever shown by —shall we say “Nature?” —to the humblest of her creatures, and replies: “My love, it is to enable him to breathe more comfortably while he is hanging on to the nose of the bull!” — Punch. Recently, while workmen were engaged in making repairs in the wheel-pit at a pottery in Bennington, Va., one of their number, while feeling under a decayed plank came in contact with a slimy, slippery something, which proved, after a somewhat protracted struggle, to be an enormous eel. Its length was six feet, seven and three-fourths inches, and it weighed nine pounds and seven ounces. A Boston gentleman is the happy possessor of a miniature steam yacht, seventeen teet long and forty-two-inch beam. Her hull weighs about 100 pounds. She is propelled by a steam boiler weighing only forty-eight pounds. The cylinder is 1% inches, and the stroke 2% inches. The propeller is four-bladed, and is placed under the boat, two feet from the stem. One gallon of water fills the boiler, and as it condenses it is only necessary to supply the waste. The boat draws twenty-four inches of water, which carries her propeller clear. She cost about SSOO, and is rated at half-horse power. Her owner recently made a voyage with her from Boston to Portland. .

A theory of the Boston drug-store explosion is that it was caused by the vapor of ether. Several bottles of ether were kept in the rear of the store, and the sudden breaking of any one of them by falling, or by pressure, would, by the ignition of the air-mixed vapor, be sufficient to produce the disaster. The vapor of ether, when mixed with atmospheric air in the proportions of one part of ether to six or eight of air, affords a very powerful and dangerous explosive agent. On one occasion, known to the editor of the Boston Journal of Chemistry, in 1859, by the leakage of a retort, the air-mixed vapor traveled over a space of more than fifty feet in contact with the furnace fires, and an explosion occurred which lifted the building from its foundation and leveled a brick wall of great strength even with the ground, though fortunately circumstances prevented any serious calamity. An English medical journuPhas accomplished what has always been thought an impossible task—Numbering the hairs of the head. It announces that there are from 160,000 to 200,000 hairs in a lady’s head, and then computes their value by relating an incident which it says happened to Mme. Nilsson during her residence in New York city. She was at a fancy fair, and an admirer asked her the price of a single hair from her head. She said ten dollars, “and in a few moments the Swedish songstress was surrounded by admirers anxious to buy a hair at the same rate.” The proceeds were given to the fair. At this rate the value of Mme. Nilsson’s hair is $2,000,000,

THE DEAD LETTER. BY JOHN G. SAXE. And can it be? Ah, yes, I see, ’Tis thirty years better Since Mary Morgan sent to me ‘This musty, musky letter. A pretty hand (she couldn’t spell),' As any man must vote it; But ’twas, as I remember well, A pretty hand that wrote it! Hew calmly now I view it all, As memory backward ranges— The talks, the walks, that 1 recall, And then—the postal changes! How well I loved her I can guess (Since cash is Cupid’s hostage), Just one-and-sixpence—no thing less — This letter cost in postage! The love that wrote at such a rate (By Jove! it was a steep one!) Five hundred notes (I calculate) Was certainly a deep one; And yet it died—of slow decline— Perhaps suspicion killed it; I’ve quite forgotten if ’twas mine Or Mary’s flirting killed it. At last the fatal message came: “ My letters—please return them; And yours—of course you wish the same— I’ll send them back or burn them.” Two precious fools, I must allow, Whichever was the greater; I wonder if I’m wiser now, Some seven lusters later? And this alone remains! Ah, welll These words of warm affection, The faded ink, the pungent smell, Are food for deep reflection. They tell of how the heart contrives To change with fancy’s fashion, And how a drop of musk survives The strongest human passion!

GATHER UP THE FRAGMENTS.

BY THE AUTHOR OF “ JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN.” How many lives are, so to speak, mere relics of an ended feast, fragments which may be either left to waste or be taken up andmade the most of! For we cannot die just when we wish it and because we wish it. The fact may be very unromantic, but it is a fact, that a too large dinner or a false step on the stairs kills much more easily than a great sorrow. Nature compels us to live on, even with broken hearts, as with lopped-off members. True, we are never quite the same again, never the complete human being; but we may still be a very respectable, healthy human being, capable of living out our threescore years and ten with tolerable comfort after all. These “ fragments” of lives, how they strew our daily path on every side! Not a house do we enter, not a company do we mix with, but we more than guess—we know —that these our friends, men and women, who go about the world doing their work and taking their pleasure therein, all carry about them a secret burden—of bitter disappointments, vanished hopes, unfulfilled ambitions, lost loves. Probably every one of them, when his or her smiling face vanishes from the circle, will change it into serious, anxious, sad—happy if it be only sad, with no mingling of either bitterness or badness. That complete felicity which the young believe in and expect almost as a matter of certainty to come never does come. Soon or late we have to make up our minds to do without it, to take up the fragments of our blessings, thankfill that we have what we have and are what we are; above all that we have our own burden to bear and not our neighbor’s. But whatever it is we must bear it alone; and this gathering up of fragments which I am so earnestly advising is also a thing which must be done alone.

The lesson is sometimes learned very early. It is shrewdly said: “At three we love our mothers, at six our fathers, at twelve our holidays, at twenty our sweethearts, at thirty our wives, at forty our children, at fifty ourselves." Still, in one form or other, love is the groundwork of our existence. So at least thinks the passionate boy or sentimental girl who has fallen under its influence. For I suppose we must all concede the every-day fact that most people fall in love some time or other, and that a good many do it even in their teens. You may call it “calf love,” and so it often is, and comes to the salutary end of such a passion— Which does at once, like paper set on fire, Burn—and expire. But it gives a certain amount of pain and discomfort during the conflagration, and often leaves an ugly little heap of ashes behind. Also, it is well to be cautious, as the foolishest of fancies may develop into a real love—the blessing or curse of a lifetime.

“Fond of her?” I heard an old man once answer, as he stood watching his wife move slowly down their beautiful but rather lonely garden—they had buried eight of their nine children, and the ninth was going to be married that spring—fond of her?” with a gentle smile; “why, I’ve been fond of her these fifty years!” But such cases are very exceptional. It seldom that one love—a happy loverruns like a golden thread through the life of either man or woman that we ought to be patient even with the most frantic boy or forlorn girl who has “fallen in love” and is enduring its first sharp pleasure, or pain, for both are much alike. When they come and tell you that their hearts are broken, it is best not to laugh at them, but to help them to “ gather up the fragments” as soon as possible. At first, of course, they will not agree that it is possible. “This or nothing!” is the despairing cry; and though we may hint that the world is wide, and there may be in it other people at least its good as the one particular idol, still we cannot expect them to believe it. Disappointed lovers would think it treason against love to suppose that life is to be henceforward

1 anything than a total blank. It is so sometimes, Heaven knows! I confess to being one of those few who in this age dare still to believe in love, and in its awful influence for good or tor evil, at the very outset of life. But it is not the whole of life—nor ought to be. The prevention of a so-called “ imprudent” marriage—namely, an impecunious one—and the forcing on of another which had nothing in the world to recommend it except money has often been the ultimate ruin of a young man, who would have been a good man had he been a happy man, had he married the girl he loved. And in instances too numerous to count have girls—through the common but contemptible weakness of not knowing their own minds, or the worse than weakness of being governed by the minds of others in so exclusively a personal matter as marriage—driven honest fellows into vice, or else into some reckless, hasty union, whereby both the man himself and the poor wife, whom he never loved but only married, were made miserable for life. Generally speaking men get over their love-sorrows much easier than women—naturally, because life has for them many other things besides love, for women almost nothing. But still one does find oc. casionally a man prosperous and happy, kind to his wife, and devoted to his children, in whom the indelible trace of some early disappointment is that one name is never mentioned, one set of associations entirely put aside. He is a good fellow — a cheerful fellow too; he has taken up the fragments of his life and made the very best of them. Yet sometimes you feel that the life would have been more complete, the character more nobly developed, if the man had had his heart’s desire and married his first love. Which nobody does, they say; certainly almost nobody; yet the world wags on and everybody seems satisfied, at least in public; nay, possibly in private too, for time has such infinite power for healing or hiding. There is nothing harder than a lava stream grown cold. Those of us who have reached middle age without dropping—who would ever drop ?—the ties of our youth move about encircled by dozens of such secret histories, forgotten by the outside world — half forgotten, perhaps, by the very actors therein —with whom we, the spectators, had once such deep sympathy. Now we sometimes turn and look at a face which we remember as a young face, alive with all the passion of youth, and we marvel to see how commonplace it has grown—reddening cozily over a good dinner, or sharp and eager over business greed; worn and wrinkled with nursery cares, or sweetly smiling in a grand drawing-room, ready to play its petty part, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter’s heart: a sort of gathering up of fragments which those who are weak enough or strong enough still to believe in love will think far worse than any scattering. The young will not believe us when we tell them that their broken hearts may be mended—ought to be, since life is too precious a thing to be wasted over any one woman, or man either. It is given us to be made the most of, and this whether we ourselves are happy or miserable. The misery will not last; the happiness will, if only in remembrance. No pure joy, however fleeting, contains any real bitterness, even when it is gone by. But time only will teach this. At first there is nothing so overwhelming as the despair of youth, which sees neither before it nor behind; refuses to be laughed out of, or preached out of, its cherished woe, which it deems a matter of conscience to believe eternal.

It will not be eternal; but best not to say so to the sufferer. Best to attempt neither argument nor consolation, only substitution. • Hard work, close study, a sudden plunge into the serious business of life, that the victim may find the world contains other things besides love, is the wisest course to be suggested by those long-suffering, much-abused beings, parents and guardians. Love is the best thing—few deny that; but life contains many supplementary blessings too; honorable ambition, leading to a suceess well earned and well used, to say nothing of that calm strength which comes into a y9ung man’s heart when he has fought with and conquered fate by first conquering himself, the most fatal fate of all. . Commonplace preaching this! Everybody has heard it. Strange how seldom anybody thinks of acting upon itt In the temporary madness of disappointment a poor fellow will go and wreck his whole future, and when afterward he would fain build up a new life, alas! there is no material left to build with.

Therefore it is the duty of those older and wiser, who, perhaps, themselves have waded through the black river and landed safe on the opposite shore, to show him that it is not as deep as it seems and that it has an opposite shore. He may swim through with the aid of a stout heart and an honest self-respect—self-respect, not selfishness—for the most selfish creature alive is a young man in love, except toward the young woman he happens to be in love with. Not seldom the very best lesson of life—bitter but wholesome—is taught to a young man by a love disappointment. Not so with women, they being in this matter passive not active agents. So few girls are “in love” nowadays, so many set upon merely getting married, that I confess to a secret respect for any heart which has in it the capacity of being “ broken.” Not that it does break unless the victim is too feeble physically to fight against her mental suffering; but the anguish is sore at the time. There is no cure for it except one, suggested by a little girl I

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know, who, with the. innocent passion of six and a half, adored a certain “beautiful Charlie” of nineteen. Some one suggested that Charlie would marry and cease to care for her. “ Then I should be so unhappy,” sighed the sad little voice. “ What if he married a wife he was very fond of, and who made him quite happy—would you be unhappy then? “No,” was the answer, given after a slight pause, which showed this conclusion was not come to without thought—“no, I would love his wife, that’s all.” The poor little maid had jumped by instinct, womanly instinct, to the true secret of faithful love—the love which desires, above all, the good of the beloved, and therefore learns to be brave enough to look at happiness through another’s eyes. This is the only way by which any girl can take up the fragments of a lost or unrequited affection; by teaching herself, not to forget it—that is impossible—but to rise above it until the sting is taken out of her sorrow and it becomes gradually transformed from a slow poison into a bitter but wholesome food. Besides, though the suggestion may seem far below the attention of poetical people, there are such things as fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, and other not undeserving relations, to whom a tithe of the affection wasted upon some (possibly) only half-deserving young man would be a pnceless boon. And so long as the world endures there will always be abundance of helpless, sick and sorrowful people calling on the sorrow-stricken one for aid, and ready to pay her back for all she condescends to give with that grateful affection which heals a wounded heart better than anything—except work. Work! work! work! That is the grand panacea for sorrow, and, mercifully, there is no end of work to be done m this world, if anybody will do it. Few households are so perfect in their happy self-contain-edness that they are not glad, oftentimes, of the help of some lonely woman, to whom they also supply the sacred consolation of being able to help somebody, and thus, perhaps, save herfrom throwing herself blindly into some foolish career for which she has no real vocation, except that forced upon her by the sickly fancy of sorrow; for neither art, nor science, nor religion will really repay its votaries if they take to it, like opium-eaters, merely to deaden despair. Say what you will, and pity them as you may, these broken hearts are exceedingly troublesome to the rest of the world. We do not like .to see our relatives and friends going about with melancholy faces, perpetually weeping over the unburied corpse of some hopeless grief or unpardonable wrong. We had much rather they buried it quietly and allowed us, after a due season of sympathy, to go on our way. Most of us prefer to be comfortable if we can. I havC always found those the best-liked people who have strength to bear their sorrows themselves, without troubling their neighbors. And the sight of all others most-touching, most ennobling, is that of a man or woman whom we know to have suffered, perhaps to be suffering still, yet who still carries a cheerful face, is a burden to no friend, nor casts a shadow over any household—perhaps quite the contrary. Those whose own light is quenched are often the lightbringers. To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against-it nor murmur at it, simply to bear it —this is the great lesson of life, above all to a woman. It may come late or early, and the learning of it is sure to be hard, but she will never be a really happy woman until she has learned it I have always thought two of the most pathetic pictures of women’s lives ever given are Tennyson’s “ Dora:”

As time Went onward, Mary took another mate; But Dora lived unmarried to her death; and Jeanie, in • Auld Robin Gray,” who says, with the grave simplicity of a Godfearing Scotswoman: I daurna think"o’ Jamie, for that wad be a sin; r So I will do ray best a gude wife to be. For Auld Robin Gray is vera kind to me. Besides lost loves, common to both men and women, there are griefs which belong perhaps to men only—lost ambitions. It is very sore for a man just touching, or having just passed, middle age slowly to find out that he, has failed in the promise of his youth; failed in everything—aspirations, hopes, actions; a man of whom strangers charitably say: “ Poor fellow, there’s a screw loose somewhere; he’ll never get on in the world.” And even his nearest friends begin mournfully to believe this; they cease to hope, and content themselves in finding palliatives for a sort of patient despair. That “ loose screw”—Heaven knows what it is, or whether he himself is aware of it or not —always seems to prevent his succeeding in anything; or else, without any fault of his own, circumstances have made him the wrong man in the wrong place, and it is too late now to get out of it. Pride and shame alike keep him silent; yet he knows—and his friends know, and he knows they know it—that his career has been, and always will be, a dead failure; that the only thing left for him is to gather up the fragments of his vanished dreams, his lost ambitions, his wasted labors, and go on patiently to the end. He does so, working away at a business which he hates, or pursuing sn art which he is conscious he has no talent for, or bound hand and foot in a mesh of circumstances against which he has not energy enough to struggle. Whatever form of destiny may have swamped him, he is swamped, and for life. Yet even in a case like this, and there are few sadder, lies a certain consolation. People prate about heroes, but one sometimes sees asimplp, commonplace man,with nothing either grand or clever about him,

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who, did wc only know it, is more worthy the name of hero than many a conqueror of a city. Ay, though all the dream-pal-aces of his youth may have crumbled down, or, like the Arabs, he may have to build and live, in a poor little hut under the ruins of temples that might have been. But One beyond us all knows the story of this pathetic “ might-have-been,” and has pity upon it—the pity that, unlike man’s, wounds not, only strengthens and heals.— Harper's Basar.

The Modern Explanation of Instinct.

How the insect comes by this impulse to do, is one of those seemingly simple questions which, in reality, includes the whole; it is the ever-recurring question regarding each new faculty as it makes its appearance in the series, and demands a few words in reference to the main theories involved. The term instinct is not to be taken, in its popular sense, as referring to all the actions performed by animals in distinction to those performed by man, but must be limited to those automatic actions which are performed without teaching or individual experience. Now this impulse, or instinct, as exemplified in the bee, must, as was formerly supposed, have been directly impressed upon the nervous organization at the creation of the first bee and transmitted by each succeeding generation, or, as contended by Herbert Spencer and others, the race must have become gradually endowed with it, by a constant repetition of those acts which each individual was stimulated to perform by its surroundings at succeeding times. The former method presupposes a special creation and endowment for each species of animals; a supposition generally rejected by scientific men as presenting insurmountable dis. Acuities, and as not having facts within possible reach to sustain it; for no one has ever known of a special creation The other method presupposes development in some of its various phases, which, although not without its difficulties, satisfies so many existing conditions, and is constantly helping to solve so many formerly insoluble problems, that scientific men are led to adopt it, provisionally kt least, as probably true in its main features, and certainly of great importance as an aid in further investigations. According to this theory, instinct is the aggregate or accumulated experience of each race of creatures in which it is found—is impressed by repetition upon the nervous organization, and is inherited alike by each individual of a race, causing their actions to be the same generation after generation unless changed by necessity from changed surroundings. This is the mode of action characterizing the large class of animals whose highest nervous development is the sensorium. It embraces the cephalous mollusks and the whole division of articulates; and its highest development is reached in insects. —Popular Science Monthly.

The Price of a Shave.

An old gentleman in standing collar and parsimonious looks entered the Gibson •House barber-shop yesterd%, and negotiated for a square shave. He was shaved. “ Shall I trim your hair a little ?” inquired the barber. “ Thank’e; I don’t keer if you do.” He was shorn. “ Shall I shampoo your hair, sir?” “ Thank’e; don’t keer if you do.” He was shampooed. “ Shall I dye your hair a shade ?” “ If you please, sir.” His hair was dyed. Then he arose from his chair and tendered the astonished razor-slasher a ten-cent shinplaster that looked as if it had been to market every other morning since the flood. “ It’s a dollar and five cents, sir,” said the chin-scraper. . “ Wh—a—t!” screamed the muchly-bar-bered man. “ You—don’t—charge—a dollar and five cents to shave a man?” “ But, sir, you had your hair cut, dyed and shampooed, besides being shaved.” “ Well, dern my buttons, I thought you were throwin’ all that thare in,” and he paid the sum with a look that plainly showed the ragged edge of his remorse and his loss of confidence in the human race.— Cincinnati Gazette.

Not Used to Kindness.

“Is this the postoffice?” inquired a stranger the other day as he approached the stamp-clerk’s window. “It is,” was the reply. “And you have stamps here?” “Yes, sir.” “ Will you be so kind as to please sell me one?” “ I will.” “ I am very sorry to have to bother you,” continued the stranger while the clerk was tearing off the stamp, “ but I want to send a letter out and I hope you’ll excuse me.” “ That’s all right,” said the clerk. “ Yes, I believe it is all right,” said the stranger. “I am a thousand times obliged for your courtesy, and now I want to beg one more favor. Can I mail this letter here?” “ Why, of course.” “Can I? Here, give me your hand, young man! I’ve lived around and about for over forty years, and I’ve seen hard times. I ain’t used to this sort o’ kindness, and it goes right to my heart!” And itcouldn’tbe said that he was drunk. —Detroit Free, Preu. ' The announcement that in 7,800,000 years the Falls of Niagara will have subsided has driven two hotel proprietors insane and trebled the highest rate of hack fare known in twenty-five years. —The prospects are that green apples and cholera will be about a month later than usual this year.