Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 August 1882 — Page 2

Marion. , * ♦ ■a. - f Oh, bare yon seen »y Marion, Sartai summer breezes flying far, *qptn sun to ann/from star to star, ' A JBavo yowcaressed her soft brown ha<r, Aa<! kisoed her feerahd white arrift bare ? TTben whither, tel! me, hath she flown, 3fly little one, my lovee, my own, 1 My Marfinl * My pretty, bine-eyed Marion! Wliooe small, white lianas swept o’er my face • ' fflhtb such a dainty, tender grace, wVbo slept so softly on my preast, -And woke, a glad bird from her nest. JBear ye no message, breezes say, Mi oin ner I mourn both night and day, My Marion! T ■■ * « Have ye not seen my Mnrion, C>, sunbeams, as you dancing go JFrom fields of bloom to peaks of anow? «tie passed so quickly from my sight, Bov poor, sad eyes were dizzied quite, And but a moment could I see ri'iie white host bearing her from me. My Manoni 6, little, loving, Marion! Is ii in kingdoms far away Ton wait for me both night and day? 1b it in lands beyond the sun? .In grovegof spice and cinnamon* Xe it In gardens glad with bloom, And redolent with sweet perfume, My Marion? Ah, dimpled, darling Marion! I Tain would be the one to meet TTotir tiny, tottering, tipsy feet! A fain would run with outstretched arms, To soothe your childish, sweet alarms; Would smooth your skirtsand comb your hair, And .rock you in the mild, blue air, «. My Marion! O. laughing, lisping Marion! "When I, on some autumnal morn, 'SGo through the v ales of tasseled corn, -And purpling vines and bending trees, And singing birds and humming bees, /Shall I not in some secret place, JJehold you, darling, face to face, M y Marion? O, pure and patient Mai ion! ‘ Or child, or maiden wnen I come, Tour face will be the same sweet one— Tl»e shy, glad welccme in your eyes, Bly dream fulfilled of Paradise! But now, O. whither have you flown, Aly little one, my love, my own, My Marion? —Kale Hrownlu Sherwood.

THE LEVEL CROSSING.

I don’t mind talking about it now, though the time was [couldn’t speak it without a big lump coming in my tSiroat! We hadn’t been married long, Jane amd I, -when it happened. Jane was a ■trim, bright-eyed slip of a girl as ever you' fl wash to see. and the very first time I ewer set eyes on her I made up ■jqgy mind .to make that girl my wife. So, when the Company raised my wages—l was pointsman at Fairfield Junction, I abon d tell you—l took heart and asked ker if she’d halve them with me, with a •Wedding ring thrown into the bargain. •“Doyon really mean it, Will?” said abe. "I do really mean it, Jane,” said I. •‘''Then,” said she, putting both her .hands in mine, “I’ll trust you. I’ve no Jiving relation to advise with me, so I can only take counsel with my own Jaeart.” So we were married, And everything went smooth until Jane began to object lo my mates at the “Railway Arms,” *ud the Saturday evenings I spent with kny m ates. -“Why, Jane, girl,” said I, “where’s "the harm? A man can’t live by himwelf, like an oyster in its shell, and a social glass never yet harmed anyone.” 1 *‘No,” says Jane, “not a social glass, TWill, but the habit. And if you would only—” •‘■‘Pshaw,” said I. “I’m not a drunkard, and I never mean to be one. And no one likes to be preached to by his wife, Jane. Remember that and you’ll •ave yourself a deal of trouble.” jI .kissed her and went away. But that was the beginning of the little Save shadow that grew on my Jane’s ■?e. It was a sore point between us. I felt that Jane was always watching xne; and I didn’t choose to be put »n leading strings by a woman. So—l shame to say it—l went to the “Railway Arms” oftener than ever; and I ’didn’t always count the glasses of beer that I drank; and once or twice, of a ■particularly cold night, I let myself be persuaded into drinking something stronger than beer! and Jane cried, and I lost my temper; well, I don’t like to Ihink of all these things now. But one afternoon I looked my own life in the face. I made up my mind Shat I had been behaving like a brute. ■* ‘What are those senseless fellows at 'the ‘Railway Arms’ to me?” muttered X “as compared with one of Jane’s sweet bright looks? I’ll give the whole thing up. I’ll draw the line just here And now. We shall be off duty early to-night; Til go home and astonish Jane?’ But, as the night fell, the blinding 'drift of a great storm came with it. The last train was kept later than usual by the snow which collected on the rails, And when it reached the Junction there -was a litLe girl who bad been sent on in the care of the guard, Who must neither wait till morning in the cold and cheerless station, or be taken home Acmes ttye snowy fields by some one who anew the way. % 4 TU take her,’ f said I, and lifting her XI gathered my coarse, warm coat ut- her, and started on the long, * cold v slk along the edge of the xiver. I knew what Jane would be uneasy at any unexplained absence, and made the best of my way home, only to find the afloor was shut and locked. I went

round to tfie back. Hera I effected an entrance, and little Willie, my eldest boy. called out: is that you?” “Where is mamina?” said L , ’ “Gone out with baby to look you,” said ha, “Didn’t you meet her, papa?” I stood a moment inJllence. “Lie still, Willie,” said I, in a that sounded strange and husky even to myself.*, “1 will go and bring her back,” I thought with dismay of the blinding show storm outside, ana—worst of all—the level crossing over which an express shot like a meteor at a few minutes befoie midnight. Oh, heaven! A clock, sounding dim and muffled through the storm, struck eleven as 1 hurried down the hill! As steadily as I could. I hurried onward, but more than once I became bewildered, and, when, at length, I came out close to the line, I knew that I was half a mile below the crossing. And in the distance I heard the long, shrill shriek of the midnight train. Some one else had heard it, too, foi as I stood thus, I saw, faintly visible through the blinding snow, a shadowy figure, looking with a bewildered, uncertain air up and down—the form of Jane, my wife, with the little baby ir her arms! I hurried down to her, and was only just in time to drag her from the place of peril, and stand, breathlessly holding her back, while, the fiery-eyed monster of steam swept by with a rush and a rattle and a roar. “Jane,” 1 cried. “Jane, speak to me'” She turned her wandering gaze toward rue, with eyes that seemed scarcely to recognize me. “Have you seen my husband?” said she. “Jane! little woman, don’t you know me?” I gasped. “Andi thought, perhaps,” she added, vacantly, “you might have met him. It’s very cold here, and—and—” And then she fainted in my arms. The long, long brain fever that followed was a sort of death. There was a time when they told me she would never know me again, but, thank Heaven, she did. She recovered at last And since that night I never have tasted a drop of liquor, and, please Heaven, I never will again. The baby, bless its dear little heart, wasn’t harmed at all. It lay snug and warm on its mother’s breast all the while.

How a Shop Clerk Was Bought by an Heiress.

An ingenious, if not truthful, correspondent, writing from Kingston, N. Y., says: A small social circle in Saugerties is now anxiously awaiting developments in a romantic affair that has come to light within the past few days, in which a young dry-goods clerk in Saugerties and a Columbia county girl play the leading parts. The names of the parties are suppressed, but the affair is of such an unusual character that it becomes a matter of public comment. The young clerk was busily engaged in cleaning the interior of a front show window, when a fashionably-dressed and comely young woman entered the store and asked the proprietor, in a vivacious manner, what ho would take for that article in the window, nodding significantly toward the young man. The proprietor laughingly replied that he would sell him for a dish of ice cream. The young woman said: “Very well 1 will take him,” and deSarted, returning a little lat r in the ay with a female friend, when site invited the proprietor out to a cream saloon to bind the bargain. The proprietor entered heartily into the spirit of the joke, as he looked upon it, and went with her. On his return to the shop the young woman accompanied him, and said, as she started to leave : “1 am going home on Monday noop : so have that article ready for me, as 1 shall certainly call for it.” The clerk thereupon demurred, and said the bargain would not be binding unless he had a dish of cream as well, at Which the young lady said: “Very well, you also shall have the cream,” and left, returning in a few minutes with a dish of cream in her hand. The young man devoured the cream and enjoyed a social chat with his purchaser, and becoming quite interested in her, made up his mind to stick. On Monday afternoon thg young woman, true to her promise, drove up in a hack to the shop on Main street, and out stalked her purchase, clad in a new linen duster and store clothe*, and with a hand bag and sun umbrella in hand. The hack drove off, amid the laughter and best wishes of the fellow-clerks of the young man, and the congratulations of the proprietor to the young woman who warranted the young man to wear well and hold his color, and that he would never fade. The party took the 2:30 train up the river, and on Monday evening the merchant received a dispatch from the young woman stating that she had arrived at home safely with her purchase. The girl is worth about $25,000 in her own name, and is about 20 years old. The young man is fine-looking, has a neat little bank account of his own, and all say that the young woman might “go further and tare worse.” The sequel to this story, for all stories of this sort should nave a sequel, is rather unromantic. The young man returned to his post within a few days, and while his face bears a sublime look of beatitude, he keeps close mouthed and will relate nothing of his adventures during his absence as a chattel. ■I , ■■ ll ■ - The greater part of Montana timber lands have never been surveyed, and the lumberman, the contractor, and woodchopper play unrestricted havoc with the trees.

NEWS BREVITIES.

£» lagidataffiof Texaahas defeated to prevent offering insanity reg from flruhkennessas a plea for acquittal in murder cases. The coolest exploit Cleveland, 0., has , known was that of burglars who recently entered a house in thefamily’s absence and openly moved away the furniture on drays. An lowa young lady dreamed thrice that she had married a certain man. She met the man, according to her dream, and the marriage took place,' and—now the two are divorced. | K A. Sothern is said to have been a most excellent physical medium, and on one occasion in New York he so scared Matilda Heron with a letter from the spirit worl<ißh>on which there was a drop of blood, that she could never afterward bear allusion to ttye subject The pay of one shilling a day hitherto granted to British* 1 naval cadets on entry is to be abolished. The cadets will be treated more as private students than as young naval officers, thus reducing the .cost of maintaining the training-ship, Britannia. • Representative Cabell, of Virginia, - had a letter from a constituent recently, saying, “My friend Mr. Hoerd years ago moved West; I can not hear from him. Will you please go to the census office, look over the lists, and send me word where he is?” Mr. Tennyson is said to be so nearsighted that be reads and writes with great difficulty. That he is a good courtier may be inferred from his declaring that the nightingales have not sung at Faringford, in the Isle of Wight, 'since the prince consort died. When the war broke out Gen. William Newell, of Durham, Maine, aged 62, dy ed his hair and whiskers and enlisted. When asked*if he was not over 45, he replied that he was a leetle, and was accepted; but when his rank and age were known he was detailed to hospital duty. He died recently, aged 82. A Mr. Randall, who lives near Flat Lick, Ky., has a couple of most singular monstrosities on his farm—a couple of lambs, each the proud possessor of two heads,* and each head graced with two healthy eyes. The singular animals are as playful and frisky as any other of the sheep kind. The heads are joined together just behind the skulls. Arrangements are now being made for the erection of a monument in PereLachaise, to the memoiy of the first President of the French Republic. By Mme. Thiers’ desire, as expressed in her will, the tomb in the memorial will contain the bodies of Mme. Dosne, M. and Mme. Thiers, and Mlle. Dosne alone. “You dirty boy” is the advertising catch-phrase of a soap manufacturer in England. For permission to print the phrase on the backs of the paper, stamps, etc., to be used in taking the English census, the soap manufacturer will pay all the expenses of taking the census, which will be about $500,000. The province of Quebec has two credit foncier companies organized to loan capital at easy rates of interest, the first French company with $20,000,000 capital having been supplemented by Reinach & Co., of Paris, Duncan Mclntyre of Montreal, and other members of the new Canada Pacific syndicate with $5,000,000. A case of “boycotting” has occurred, not in Ireland, but in Scotland, in the county of Dumfries, on the property of the Duke of Buccieuch—indeed, in the village which adjoins the park of Drumlanrig castle. It is alleged that an exinnkeeper has been driven out of the village, the inhabitants being forbidden to have anything to do with him in his present capacity of bailiff, because some years since he offended the Duke’s agents by charging the Tory candidate for the county what they thought was too much for the use of his conveyance on a polling day. It is stated, further, that not long ago a retired “writer” who settled at Thornhill was also driven awav, as the issuing of a ukase from the J castle caused every door to be slammed i in his face.

Two Different Places.

In the hurry and bustle incident to the publication of a great family newspaper errors are certain to creep in, and it appears that the railroad system in some parts of the country is becoming fully as complicated and liable to mistakes as a newspaper. The other day there arrived in New Haven, Conn., a poor woman with six children and two dollars. This, however, is only a due proportion, as, if the woman had twelve children, she probably would not have had more than a dollar, or fifty cents. Site had come from Washington, D. C., to meet her husband, ana for a long time conld not understand why she was unable to get any trace of him. She had expected he would be at the depot to meet her, but he had not met her, and no one could give her any points. So she sat down on the depot steps and let the briny tears have their way. The chorus was naturally taken up by the six young ones, each an octave higher than the next in age. but all chording so well that the trained musical ear could not detect the least discord or false note. A couple of baggage men sauntered up, and one of them said heartlessly that he was afraid it was going to be considerable of a shower. The other said it was needed in some localities badly, for corn and potatoes, "and finally under their cheering remarks the woman dried her eyes and assumed a look of determination. It became apparent that Richard was himself again, and the woman asked the baggage men if they knew her husband. They said they knew lots of husbands, but if the woman would tell them the name of hers, and where he lived, they

could perhaps gife her a non definite answer than they otherwise could with, the meagre data at hand- The peculiar foref of she rtfcftrk. and its reaflopablefies< seempd to strike the womkn, and she sajd her husband’s name was Stokes, that he was it carpenter workingJbr his I*oßß in New Haven, Fayette Aounty, Pa. As soon as the baggage men could emotion they explained to the poor woman the difference between Naw Haven, €onn., and Naw Haven, Pa., it being several hundredgmiles. Tnen there was a fresh burst of tears, with music by the full band, and a hat was passed around. Ticket agents should be more careful when selling tickets to unsophisticated people and inquire all the particulars.— Peck't Sun. ■ >. i ' ■A. -

Charles Lever and Fishing.

Fishing when at Inistioge, Lever practiced because everybody fished, and the river Nore running through was an excellent trout and salmon stream, but he never liked it, attained no skill, aud not even bungler’s luck. He was, in truth, too social an animal for any solitary amusements. To Lever’s lack of interest in fishing, there were two exceptions. One of these was locally called cor-bait fishing. The tidal flow of the river Nore seldom reaches above Inistioge bridge, and below it for several miles the waters are merely thrown back by the rising tide, forming a still-water pond, clear, and currentless. The rapids where the large trout love to lie behind rocks, and concealed in weeds, become consequently deadwater, and the astonished fish move wildly about, deprived of their usual hiding-places. The water plants which lay flat under rise perpendicularly from their stems, causing an entire change in the appearance of the bottom of the river. Absolute silence and stillness is necessary as the bait is dropped among a population so much upon the alert. From the clearness of the water in this natural aquarium every movement of the finny tribe is visible. The bait is examined by the fish from all sides; some will visit it a secern I or third time; some, apparently in contempt, will lash it with their tails, but their general movement resembles moths flying round a lamp, until one more reckless or more daring than the rest will seize the bait. In all this Lever took an immense interest, and perhaps all the knowledge he acquired of the habits of trout was learned then and there. He came to know that fish, though unfurnished with external ears, have remarkably sharp perception of sound. A shout, even at a distance, will startle them; a shota hundred yards away will cause them to vanish. There, too, was visible the apparatus by which the air was extracted from the water, enabling those breathing animals to live and move and have their being. There is another species of fishing of yearly occurrence at Inistioge, in which Lever was an eager participant. There is the chad or shad fishing, coming off late in April, or in the early days of May. It is a sea fish, averaging about a pound in weight, and on the highest tides of the spring in favorable seasons they arrive in such multitudes as to literally cover the bottom of the river, and they make a most valuable addition to the food of the villagers, at that time a community of potato eaters. They are taken by every possible device, from the seine net to the rough and simple one of knocking over with stick or stone. When shoal presses on shoal, the early arrivals are forced into the shallows, when a scene bearing somewhat the aspect of a village festival occurs. The juveniles of the community execute a flank -movement into the water. When, by these tactics, the shoal of fish have been deprived of all chances of escape, an order to advance shorewards in close array is given, and the motley group move accordingly, beating the water with poles and branches, and shouting and j elling furiously. The frightened fish, with such enemies behind, dash forward, some leaping into the air, some on shore, all into the hands of the seniors of the village, who receive the treasure with ones of “Thank God.” In these manoeuvres Lever was an active leader, and the fun was heightened by the cheers that followed an important capture, and the laughter and screeching of the splashers aud the splashed ' rang loud and long.

Table of the Smart Man.

There was once a very smart man, and he met a man who was not smart, and said to him: “See here, I’m an awful smart man; I know everything and can do anything, yet my pocket, my purse and my stomach are a trinity of emptiness, three in one, and I’m the one; while you, who are not smart, go clothed in purple and fine linen and have your ribs regularly adiposed. Now, tell me why is this?” • And the man who was not smart answered and said that he did not know, but he supposed it must be because the market was overstocked with smart men. Moral.—There is none. When a dancing master dies the proper thing to say: “Peace to his chassez;” when a boarding-house keeper: “Peace to his hashes;*’ when a young man of the period: “Peace to his mashes.”— Wit and Wisdom. And when a printer dies: “Peace to his dashes.” New York News. And when a barkeeper dies: “Peace to his smashes;” when a house-builder dies its “PeaoS to Ms sashes.” The Virginia apple crop was unusually large this season. ,

Specialties in Farming.

Time was, and. in no past, not onljsall the articles off odd required by his family, with the exception offish, but all other materials for clothing. He produced <ll |he food eflops the nature of the soil and climate rendered possible. He raised, however small might be. a few bushels of wheat, rye, barley, buckwheat, potatoes, plums, apples nnd pears. He kept a sufficient number of sheep to supply the wool necessary to make cloth for winter clothing. This wool wan manufactured into cloth at Nome. He had a little field of flax, the fibre of which was worked upon the place. The skius of donfestic animals were dressed by local tanners on shares,«and the lumber was sawed at the mills id the same way. Many farmers raised tobacco and hops for domestic use, and all of tßenr nfode their own butter and cheese.— The object of every farmer was to raise enough of everything he coutd to supply the of liis family.— By adopting this course the demand for money was exceedingly small. Some was required for paying 'taxes, but taxes were often paid without money. The highway worked ou t or paid in material for construe ling bridges and culverts. Other taxes were sometiiues paid by hoarding school teachers, furnishing wood for warming school houses, or by taking care of paupers. Nearly all the farming in The northern States was domestic farming. Few airops were produced for the market. In fact, x the demand Tor farm products was small, since most persons were engaged in their production. Two circumstances favored the kind of farming that has been described. There were no means us cheap transportation in portions of the country remote from the sea or from the lakes and rivers. If an article had to be hauled by oxen over rough roads, the distance of fifty miles, its price would not pay the cost of transportation.— As a consequence, no articles were conveyed long distances, unless they were of considerable value. Fan* near navigable waters were valuable, because the owners could send their crops to distant markets, and could obtain in return articles- of food ’and clothing that were produced at a distance. Farmers living in the interior, however, were obliged to live and to clothe themselves by the use of such articles as they could produce on their estates. If they wanted a variety they must raise it. Want of means was another circumstance that favored domestic farming, The production of specialties requires* capital as well as facilities for transportation. To produce but a single article as wool, hops, hemp, tobacco, or fruit, a farmer must have sufficient capital to support his family aud to carry on his business for at least r year. As considerable risk attends the production of one crop, a farmer should have sufficient means to carry him over at least one partial or entire failure. Lack of the means for transportation and lack of capital are common in most new countries aud they were especially so in this country., Jpdeed, till railways were constructed there was great difficulty in transporting heavy farm products in any country that was remote from navigable water. The time has now arrived when all the conditions are most favorable to specialties in every department of agriculture. The facilities for transportation are abundant and excellent in almost every part of the country. Farm products can now be carried from Oregon to New York in less time aud for less money than, they could have been transported three hundred miles seventy years ago.

Peen Over 80 Yean Old.

The “Father” of the House of Lords, the Irish Earl of Mount Gashel. agec 89, is reported to be in hopelessly failing health. He was born in 1792, succeeded his father in the title in 1822. and in 1826 was elected a Representative peer of Ireland. He is the oldest peer in the House, as well as the “fatb er” of it by the longest tenure. Bus after him there * are no fewer that twenty-three peers who number eight] winters or over. These are Lords AL bemarle, Bantry, Brougham, Bucking hamshire, Camoys, • Cholmondeley. Churchill, Cottesloe, Ebury, Evenly. Halifax, Harrow by, Horne, Mostyn. Overstone, Portman, Say and Seel& Lucan, Stradbroke, Teynham, Wilton Winchester, and the Bishop ofLlandaff This, t» say nothing of six more wht e<>me within a year of it, out of a-tota of 500, presents a'tolerably health] average.

Not Caught Yet.

o It happened on a railroad train in Nova Scotia which was gbing—well, it wasn’t exactly a lightning express. The engineer whistlea “down brakes.” “What’s the trouble, conductor?” ,excitedlyaasked a passenger. I 1 “Cow on the track,” coolly responded the conductor. The man was satisfied. Shortly afterward “down brakes” was again whistled. “What’s the trouble ffow?” cried the same passenger. “Cow on the track/’ was the reply. “Great heavens,” cried the man, ‘‘haven’t we caught up with that cow yetP” * The London Truth says: * feir Thdmas ‘Hesketh, who recently married the daughter of Senator Sharon, of Nevada, is a lineal descendant of the infamous Judge Jeffreys. , **