Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 1, Number 33, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 February 1871 — Page 6

THE TWO WRECKS.

*3" nV KABT CLMMKB AXES, I Btocl In the lovely springtime weather, And watched two grand ships sail away, An M-K- bv tiu-y together,

Out to the ocean, through the bay. STcnc the sight in the soft May weather, Two fair, fi--e ship**, »o grand and gay, With whiu? wings spread to their utmost tetht r,

For unknown countries far awav. I stood again In the Autumn weather, Wh«*n clouds hung lowering and cold and «rny. And watched for thfships that went together

To coine sailing again down the peaceful bay. Till faraway in the palling sunshin

I caught the gltam of a glinting jn t.«t: At Inst alone In the restful harbor Itode a »ial*ly vessel, proud and fu-*f. "Where, O where is the ship far d»-arer?"

I cried "will it never come hack to me?" •'It is wn-ck'-d." It never drew nearer, nearer

It never »aiktl back from over the aea. I watched the barque# of two happy mortals, (ilidiHS out to the unknown land, That opened wide iU beckoning portals,

Beyond their morning'* uncertain strand I watched fix i'.n in the summer weather, To catch ii glt-am of th ir passing sails To see If they still rode close together,

Borne straight on by victorious galea I waited thu till the year grew colder, Arid autumn wind* made their lonesome moan When the larque/f one sailed into harbor,

With colors flying, but sailed alone. "Where," I cried, "Is your happy brother, Who*

life,

like thine, with Joy was

decked?"

"Ala*!" he f-ald, "in the summer weather. In the

rfecl

noon, hi.s barque was

wrecked." -baro

One wear* Ills manhood as a crown No trace given buck life's surface waters, To show whert that grander soul went down.

[From Scriliner's Monthly.]

Story of A Valentine.

When my friend, C'apt. Terrible, U.S. N., 'linos at niv plain table, I'm always a yttlo abashed. 1 know that he has been accustomed always to a variety of wiuoa iind sauces, to a eigaretto after each courso, and (o a cookery that would kill an undeveloped American. So, when the captain turns the castor round three limes before selecting his condiment, and when his eyes seem to bo seeking for Worcestershire sauce and Hurnundy wine, I reel the poverty of tlit? best least I can furnish him. I am afraid veteran magt/.ine readers will feel thus about the odd little story I have to toll. Fori have observed of late that even the short stories are highly seasoned and I cannot bear to disappoint readers. So, let me just honestly write over the gateway to this story a warning. I have no ('avenue pop par. No Worcestershire sauce. Xo cognac. No cigarettes. No murders. No suicides. No broken hearts. No lovers' quarrels. No angry father. No pistols and coll'ee. No arsenic. No laudnum. No shrewd detectives. No trial for murder. No -'heartless coquette." No "deep-dyed villain with a curling must ache." Now il, alter this warning, you have the courage to go on, I am not responsible.

Hubert, said I might print it if I'd disguise I lie names. It came out quite incidentally. Wo were discussing the woman question. I am a "woman's righter." Hubert—the Rev. Hubert ijfie, should say, pastor or the "Kirst Church," and, indeed, the only church in Allenvillc—is not, though 1 flatter myself I have made some impression nil him. Hut the discussion took place in Hubert's own house, anil wishing to give a pleasant turn at the end, I suppose, he told me how, a year atid a half before, he had "used up" one woman's rights man, who was no other than old Dr. Hood, the physician who has had charge of the physical health of Hubert and myself from' the lieginning. I'niike most of his profession, the Hoctor has always been a radical, and even the wealth that has come in upon him or late vears has left him quite as much of a radical, at least in theory, as over before. Indeed, the old Doctor is not verv inconsistent in practice, for he has educated his only daughter, Cornelia, to his own profession, and I believe she took her 1. D. with honors, though she has lately spoiled her prospects by marrying. Hut socially he has become a little aristocratic, seeking an exclusive association with his wealthy neighbors. And this does not look very well in one who, when he was poor, was particularly bitter on "a purse-proud aristocracy." I suppose Hubert felt this. Certainly 1 did, and therefore I enjoyed the conversation which he repeated to me all the more.

It seems that my friend Hubert had be-n awav at the seminary for throo years, and that having at last conquered in his great battle against poverty, ami having gained an education in spite of difficulties. and having supplied a ei!y church acceptably for some months during the absence of the pastor in Hu-t-ope, lie eatno back to our native village to rest on his laurels a few weeks, and decide which of three impecunious calls he would rather accept. When just about fo leave, he took it into his head fof some reason, to "drop in" on old Doctor Hood. It was nine oYlock in the mori ing, and the Doctor's partner was making morning calls, while the old genileipan sat in his office to attend to any that might seek his services. Thlf particular morning happened to bo au unfortunate one, for there were no ague-patients to IH» seen, and there was not even a case of minor surgery to relieve the todiousneas of the morning oftlce hour. Perhaps it wan fbr this reason—perhaps it wan for the sake of old acquaintance, that he gave Hubert a most cordial reception, and launched at once into a sea of vivacious tall. Cornelia, who was in the ofiieo, excused herself on the ground that she was cramming for her final examination, and seated herself at the window with her book. "1 am afraid I take your time, Doctor." said Hubert. i..„ .... partner. Dr. Beck, and shall give it all to him in a year or two." "To him and Miss Cornelia queried Hubert, laughing. For it waa currently reported that the young doctor and Cornelia were to form a partnership in other than their professional aft'*ir«.

Hither because he wished to attract her fcttention, or for some other reason, Hubert soon managed to turn the convernation to the subject of woman's rights, and the old doctor and the young parson were soon burling at one another all the staple, and now somewhat stale, arguments about woman's fltnesa and woman's unfitness for many things. At last, perhaps beoausse he •was a little cornered, Hubert said "Now, Doctor, there was a queer tiling happened to a student in my

tell you this one, because I think you dare not apply your principles to it in part. Theories often fail when .. »t

every part. practically applied, you know." "Go on.'Hu, go on I'd like to hear the story. And as for my principles, they'll bear applying anywhere!" and the old doctor rubbed his hands together confidently. "This friend of mine, Henry Gilbert," said Hu, "was like myself—poor. A long time ago, when he was a boy, the son of a poor widow, the lot on which he lived joined at the back the lot on which lived a Mr. Morton, at that time a thriving merchant, now the principal capitalist in that part of the country. As there was a back gate between the lots, my friend was the constant playmate from earliest childhood of Jennie Morton. He built her play houses out of old boards, he moulded clay bricks for her use, and carved tiny toys out of pine blocks for amusement. As he grew larger, and as Jennie's father grew richer, and came to live in greater style, Henrv grew more shy. But by all the unspoken language of the eyes the two never failed to make their unchanging regard known each to the other. "Henry went to college early. At vacation time the two met. But the growing difference in their social position could not but be felt. Jennie's friends were of a different race from his own. Her parents never thought of inviting him to their entertainment. If they had. a rusty coat and a lack of money to spend on kid glove would have effectually kept him away. He was proud. This apparent neglect stung him. It is true that Jennie Morton was all the more kind. Hut his quick and foolish pride made him fan cy that he detected pity in her kindness. And yet all this only made him determined to place himself in a position in which he conld ask her hand as an equal. Hut you do not understand, Doctor, as I do, how irresistible is this conviction of duty in regard to the ministry. Under that pressure my friend settled it that he must preach. And now there was before him a good ten years of poverty at least. hat should he do about it? "In his extremity he took advice of a favorite theological professor. The professor advised him not to seek the hand of a rich girl. She would not be suited to the trials of a minister's life. Hut finding that Henry was firm in his opinion that this sound general principle did not in the least apply to this particular case, the professor proceeded to touch the tenderest chord in the young man's heart. lie told him that" it would be ungenerous, and in some sense dishonorable, for him to take a woman delicately brought up into the poverty and trial incident to a minister's life. If you understood, sir, how morbid bis sense of honor is, von would not wonder at the impression this suggestion made upon him. To give up the ministry was, in his mind, to be a traitor to duty and to God. To win her, if he could, was to treat ungenerously her whose happiness was dearer to him a thousand times than hi.s own." "I hope he did not give her up," said the doctor. "Yes he gave her up, in a double spirit of mediseva 1 self-s.-icrilice. Looking toward the ministry, he surrendered his lovo as some of the old monks sacrificed love, ambition, and all other things to conscience. Looking at her happiness, he sacrificed his hopes in a more knightly devotion to her welfare. The knights sometimes gave their lives, lie gave more. "For three years hedid not trust himself to return to his home. Hut- having graduated and settled himself for nine months over a church, there was no reason why he shouldn't go to see his mother again. And once in the village the sight of the old schoolhouse and the old church revived a thousand memories that he had been endeavoring to banish. The garden walks, and especially the apple trees, that aro the most unchangeable of landmarks, revived tho old passion with undiminished power. He paced his room at night. He looked out at the new house of his rich neighbor, llo chafed under the restraint of his vow not to think again of Jennie Morton. It was tho old story of tho monk who thinks the world subdued, but who finds it all at once about to assume the masterj-of him. I do not know how tho struggle might have ended, but it was all at onoo stopped from without. "Thero reached him a rumor thfit Jennie was already tin? betrothed wife of a Colonel Pearson, who was her father's partner in business. And indeed Colonel Pearson went in and out at Mr. Morton's gate every evening, and tho father was known to favor his suit.

Jennie was not engaged to him, however. Three times she had refused him. The fourth time, in deference to her father's wishes, she had consented to 'think about it' for a week. In truth Henry had been home ten days and had not called upon her, and all thu hope she had cherished in that direction. and all the weary waiting soerned in vain. When the Colonel's weok was nearly out she heard that Henry was to leave the city in two days. In a sort of desperation she determined to accept Colonel Pearson without waiting for the time appointed for his answer. Hut that gentlemen spoiled it all by his own over-conftdence. "For when he called after Jennie had determined on this course, he found her so full of kindness that he hardly knew how to ltehave with moderation. And so he fell to flattering her, and flattering himself at the same time that he knew all the ins and outs of a girl's heart, ho co nplimented her on the manv offers she had received. 'And I toll you what,' ho proceeded, 'there are plenty of others that would lav their heads at your feet, if they were only your equals. There's that young parson. Gilbert, I think they call him, that is visiting his mother, in the un painted and threadbare-looking little house that stands behind this one. I've actually seen that fallow, in his rusty, musty coat, stop and look after you on the street, and every night, when I go home, ho is sitting at the window that loolcs over this way. The poor fool is in love with you* Onlv

O no, I am giving up practice to mv think of it! And I chuckle to mvseff _s— i. ~fi

wjlon

rls*«fiu the seminary. I don't suppose, after to-morrow. If »ny comtnnnlcadoctor, that you are much interested in tion should ever l»o opened between a love story, but 1 would just like to them, ahe must begin it. It was as if

she had seen him drifting away from her forever, and must throw him a rope. I think even such a woman'sright man as yourself would hardly justify her, however, in taking any steps of the kind." "I certainly should," said the doctor. "But she could not find a way—she had no rope to throw. Again the colonel, meaning to do anything else but that, opened the way. At the breakfast table the next morning she received front him a magnificent valentine. All at once sho saw her method. It was St. Valentine's day. The rope was in her hand. Exeusinir herselt from breakfast she hastened to her room. "To send a valentine to the faithful lover was the uppermost thought. But how? She dare not write her name, for, after all, she might be mistaken in counting on his love, or she might offend his prejudices or his pride by so direct an approach. She went fumbling in a drawer for stationery. She drew out a little pine boat that Henry had whittled for her many years before. Ho had named it -'Hope," but the combined wisdom of the little boy and girl could not succeed in spelling the name correctly. And here was the little old boat that he had given, saying often afterward that it was the boat they two were going to sail in some day. The misspelt name had been the subject of many a laugh between them. Now— but I mustn't be sentimental "It did not take Jennie long to draw an exact likeness of the little craft. And that there might be no mistake about it, she spelled the name as it was on the side of the boat:

'H O A P.'

"There was not another word in the valentine. Sealing it up, she hurried out with it, and dropped it in the postoffice. No merchant, sending all his fortune to sea in one frail bark, ever watched the departure and trembled for the result of venture as she did. Spain did not pray half so fervently when the invincible Armada sailed. It was uttered prayer—an unutterable pnyer. For h^art" nnd hope were the lading of the little picture-boat that sailed out that day, with no other wind but her wishes in its sails "She sat down at her window until she saw Henry Gilbert pass the next street corner on his morning walk to the post-office. Three minutes after, he went home, evidently in a great state of excitement, with her valentine open in his hand. After a while he went back again toward the post-office, and returned. Had ho taken a reply? "Jennie again sought the office. There were people all around with those hideous things that they call comic valentines open in their hands. And they actually seemed to think them funny! She had a reply. It did not take "her long to find her room and to open it. There was another picture of a boat, but the name on its side read

him, and say, "Don't*you

wish you could reach so* high!" declare, it's funny.* "In that one speech Colonel Pearson dashed his chances to pieces. He could not account for the sudden return of winter in Jennie Morton's manner. And all his sunshine was powerless to dispel it, or to bring back the least approach of spring. "Poor Jennie! You can imagine, doctor, how she paced the floor all that night. She began to understand something of the courage of Henry Gilbert's heart, and something of the manliness of his motives. All night long she watched the light burning In the room in the widow's house and all night long she debated the matter until her head ached. She could reach but one conclusion: Henry was to leave the day

DESPAIR.' And these words were added —'Your boat is the pleasantest, but understanding that there was no vacant place upon it, I have been obliged to take passage on this.' Slowly the. meaning forced itself upon her. ilonry had fears that she whom he thought engaged was coquetting with him. 1 think, doctor, you will hardly justify her in proceeding further with the correspondence?" "Why not? Hasn't a woman as much right to

make

herself understood in

such a matter as a man? And when the social advantages are on her side tho burden of making the advances often falls upon her. Many womeirUo it indirectly and are not censured." "Well, you know, I'm conservative, docsor, but I'm glad you're consistent. She did send another \3|{cntine. afraid she strained thisfiguro of speech about tho boat. But when everything in the world depends on one metaphor, it will not do to bo fastidious. Jennie drew again tho little boat with misspelt name. And this time sho added five words: 'The master's place is vacant.' "And quite late in the afternoon, the reply was left at the door:

am on

lpplicant for the vacant place, if you will take that of master's mate.'" "Good," cried tho doctor "I always advocated giving women every liberty in these matters." •'Hut I will stump you yet, doctor, said Hubert. That ovoning Gough was to lecturo in the village, and my friend went, not to hoar Gough, but to see Miss Jennie Morton at a distance. Somehow in tho stupefaction of revived hope he had not thought of going to the house to see her yet. Ho had postponed his departuro and thrown away his scruples. Knowing how much opposition ho would have to contend with, lie thought, it he thought at all, that he must proceed with caution. But some time aftor tho lecture began he discovered the Morton family without Jennie! Slowly it all dawned upon him. She was at nome waiting for him. He was near tho front of the church in which tho lecture was held, and every inch of the aislo was full of people. To get out was not easy. But as he thought of Jennie waiting it became a matter of life and death. It the house had been on fire he would not have been more intent on making his exit. Ho reached tho door, ho passed the iest evening of his life, only to awako to sorrow, for Jennie's father is 'dead set' against tho match." "Ho has no right to interfere," said the deetor, vehemently. *'You seo I stand by mv principles."

But if tell my story out I am afraid you would not," said Hubert. "Why, isn't it done?" "I beg your pardon, doctor, for having used a little craft. I had much at stake. I have disguised this story in its details. But it is true, I am the hero

The doctor looked quickly towards his daughter. Her head was bent low over her book. Her long hair hung about it like a curtain, shutting out all view of the face. Tho doctor walked to the other window and looked out. Hubert sat like a mummy. After a minute Dr. Hood spoke. "Cornelia!"

She lifted a face that was aflame. Tears glistened in her eyes, and I doubt not there was a prayer in her heart. "You area brave girl. I had other plans. You have a right to choose for yourself. God bless you both. Bat it's a great pity Hu is hot a lawyer. He pleads well." So saying he put on his hat and walked out.

This is the conversation that Hubert repeated to me that day sitting in his own little parsonage at Allenville. A minute alter his wile came in. She had been prescribing for the minor ailments of some poor neighbor*. She took tho baby from her crib, and bent over "her till that same long hair curtained mother and child from sight. "I think," said Hubert, "tbat you folks who write lore stories a

holy partnership of loving hearts life of a child. The climax of a love story Is not the wedding. It is the bsby!'' "What do you call her?" I asked. ••Hope," said the mother. "Hop« Valentine," added the father, with a significant smile.

-f? I/, A I 7'«1 f'}v MTM II It MrI

TflBPTVITATTTF. SATURDAY EVENING MAIITFEBRUARY 11, »871.

you sjiell Hope with an 'a,'I

"And

believe," 1 sa: "You naughty Hu," said Mrs. Cornelia. "You've been telling. You think that lovfcstory is interesting to others because you enjoy it so much!"

TOOK IT OUT fN TRADE. .. A lathy-looking fellow entered a Down-east restaurant and ordered a double stew of oysters. The man who kept the restaurant was a small, redheaded individual, evidently very highnpered. He prepared the stew in ick time, and the lathy individual

tempered

quicl

sat down to bis repast, and eat with en

viable relish after which lie selected a first-class cigar, regaled himself with a mug of foaming ale, sitting with his feet lifted upon the top o! the stove. He was very deliberate and perfectly self-possessed. After the cigar had almost disappeared in suioke he called for his bill. "Sixty-five cents," said tho propr.etor.

How is this asked the lath. I' Fifty cents for the double stew, and fifteen cents for the cigar."

You forgot the ale," remarked the lathy fellow, looking quite serious. Ah, yes that is ten cents—seventy five cents."

Well. I'm ready to pay it." The red-headed man made no reply, and the fellow made no reply.

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tell you I am ready to pay the bill."

Well, pay it, then," said the proprietor. 4

I ain't got any money."

Hain't got any money," repeated the man of refreshment.

Not a darned cent." ss Tho red-headed man opened his eyes.

Then how do you expect to pay your bill?"

Well, I'll tell—I'll stanu about sev-enty-five cents worth of of your jaw— so go ahead."

The red-headed man was the maddest individual ever seen. He seized the nut-cracker and let fly at the offender with a will but'it enly hit the chair back OTUI broke its own handle.

Tue lathy fellow had gone. He vacated his seat at the nick of time, and the last seen of him he was walking very leisurely down the street, finishing his

ci«ar-

BREAKING HEARTS.

Byron sa3rsin "Cliilde Harold's Pilgrimage." Smile on, nor venture to unmask Man's heart, and view the hell that's there." Whether he spoke from bitter experience, or from his knowledgo of human nature as viewed in special or general cases, it is the same. But human hearts seldom break, as the term is used in the stories of the day. It might be better, sometimes, if they did. They do worse than break t-hoy wither. But this withering unlike that of plants is no herald of decease. Thoir faculty for peace and pleasure dies, but that of restless and pnin ^augments. They wither during the garish day aud the soothing night is no refresher to them. Life for many hearts is but a withering time —the moro as it advances. Spring, summer, and autumn, with bud, bloom and fruit make no change in them. Tho airs of spring seem dry and unfruetifying tho sun of the summer cold and electrical, wi.li its ningnteism far away and the Indian summer of autumn smoky and foggy without the dim shadow of warmth that usually radiates through the atmosphere. Tho buds seem lifeless, the blossoms odorless, and the fruit tasteless. Everywhere hearts are withering. It is sad to see the green leaf, tho delicate bloom the ripening fruit, and know that the result will bo Dead-Sea apples and then to know that other butts and bios sonis will promise other fruits which the withering frost of disappointment will blacken agajn and again I O withering heart! the less thou longest, hopost, and lovest the moro thou dwellest within thj'self, and rollest the rock of carelessness against thy cave of sym pathv—the moro thv henrt will wither and tho less thy fate will startle whon it yawns upon thee!

Foon As MEDICINE*—In one of A. .T. Davis's works, published some years ago, we met with a simple but excellent remedy, given by him, for tho "allgoneness" so prevalent in springtime, and for which people annually pav so many foolish doctors' bill, and swallow so many poisonous compounds, in tho shape of bitters, tfce., whose principal ingredient is drugged alcohol. Tliis remedy consisted of an orange eaton every morning before breakfast. Its effects aro almost wonderful. And now Dr. Hall relates the case of a man who was ured of biliousness by going without his suprer and drinking freely of lemonade. Every morning tnis patient rose with a wonderful sense of rest, refreshment, and a feeling as though the blood had been literally washed, cleansed. and cooled by lemonade and the fast. His theory is that food will be used as a remedy for many diseases successfully. For example, he instances cures of'spitting blooa by the use of salt epilepsy and yellow fever, watermelon kidney affections, celery poison, olive sweet oil erysipelas, pounded cranberries applied" to the parts affected hydrophobia, onions, tc. So the thing to do, in order to keep in good health, is to know what to eat, and not what medicine to take.

HUMAN TJTFB LENGTHENINO.—Modern statistics show that the average of human life is lengthening in the leading nations of the earth. A writer in the College Oourant says:

In England the mortality has diminished two-fifths in a single century, and that in 1740 the rate of deaths in Boston was one in twentv-eight of the population, while now it Is one in fortytwo. The cause of the increased longevity is increased comfort9, better food and cookery, diminished hours of labor under the influence of machinery, a decrease in the intemperance and licentiousness which made Europe in the middle ages one brothel, and the advance in sanitary and medical science. The plague and also the 'black death' are now unknown small pox is but one-tenth, measles one-fifth, fevers onefourth, and consumption a little more than one-half, as fatal now as in the seventeenth century. In addition to these causes. Dr. Beard attributes considerable effect to the conserving influence of labor of the brain."

COXCNDRUXS FOR THB SKXKS.—For the girls: Gould you love a man who wore false hair on his head, when he caough of his own Who painted his face and improved his form as you improve yours? Who pinched his Ibet with small shoes, his hands with small gloves, his waist with corsets and then, as if he had not already deformed himself enough, tied a huge bustle to his back, and throat tiny mountains of wire into his boeom?

For the boys: Gbnld you leve a girl who

ARUM

he* month with tobacco

and loaded the air with fumes of cigars? Who staggers home aeveral times a week, the worse for liquor? Who indulged in feet hones, bet high at races and swaggered around the streets with questionable companions

HOME CO UR TESTES.

Now, you young fellow at the table reading tho evening paper and n-Mlding in a surly way to your mother and sister, tske a test. It yourclothes breathed a delicious fragrance—say of heliotrope or rosea—but would do so only when you were at home, or only when you went abroad, which would you choose? Would you smell sweet at^ home, or when you went away from home? Wou you have a perpetual climate of rare odors in your own house or elswhere? Of course you would have it at home for your own comfort and enjoyment, you curmudgeon, if for nothing "else. But what is domestic courtesy but the breath of heliotrope and roses at home It is as much for your own pleasure that you should be pleasant as it is for that of others. The uappie-t household in the world is that in which courtesy is new every morning and fresh every evening, like the celestial benedictions.

How many of us, brethren, and sisters, mako home the rag-bag of ill-hu-mors and caprices, and wretched moods of every kind, while we careftolly hide them from the stranger! When the guest arrives we slide a chair over the rent in the carpet, and slip a tidy over the worn edge of the sofa cushion, and lay a prettily bound book over the ink stain upon the parlor table-cloth{ and so at his coming the flying hair is smoothed, and the sullen look is gilded with a smile, and the sour tone is suddenly wonderfully sweet. Shriveled old Autumn blooms in a moment into rosy Spring. And how is a youth to know that this house, where everything seems to smile, is not alwavs as warm and sunny as he finds it? Yet this young woman, so neatly dressed, so quietly mannered, so fascinating to the young man, may be the most "inefficient" of human bbings. Still he can never know it until it is too late. He cannot put it to the proof. He takes the divinity upon trust. All that he knows is that she is a weman, and that he loves. Aud whether he thinks that household intelligence and thrift and endless courtesy come by nature, like Dogberry's residing and writing, or whether he assumes that, having a mother, his peerless princess has been carefully taught all the duties cf a queen, or whether, as is most probable, he knows only that he loves, the duty of the parent is still the same.

But to the ordeal of the household who can come too il prepared And parent, what liunu.n being who has learned by experience, but wopld gladly equip every child with the most perfect equipment? No, Doriuda Jane, to whom the youth, crusty at home, will presently come sweetly smiling, it is not the flowing hair, and tho graceful dross, and the blooiu upon the cheek, and the soft lustre of tho eye, that will make home happy. No, nor is it his horses and plate, and the luxury and ease he promises. If he is harsh and short and crabbed, what if ho has fifty thousand a year? If you aro careless and ignorant and helpless, the victim instead of ruler of your house, what if 3'our eyes aro black and your cheeks a dim carnation And you, dear sir and madam, who permit that boor to sit surely at tho table, and to growl in monosyllables at home, you wno sutler that fair-faced girl to grow up utterly unequal to the duties to which sho will be called, you aro responsible.—44Editor's easy chair," in Harper's Magazine for February.

A JERSEY FISH STORY. The last fish story comes from New Jcrsy. Lately, in ihe interior of that state a mild looking countryman entered a railroad car, bearitM^ a "bundle tied up in a handkerchief, which he placed under his seat at the end of the car. After travelling along about half an hour, a lady sitting in front of the countryman was observed to move uneasily in her seat, and to cast savage glances at a seemingly respectable man sitting by her side.

In a low moments afterwards another lady still further to the front "became "uneasy," and at last rising in her seat, requested if soino gentleman in the car would protect her from an elderly looking gentleman by her siite, and whom sho stated had insulted her.

A dozen persons offered her assistance, and before tho accused fcould speak in his own defence iiis hat was jammed over his eyes and he was dragged to the rear of the cars.

While there and carrying on with tho avengers a war of words as to what the indignity meant still another lady rose also seated further up the car, and accused a gentleman sitting behind her with improper conduct. A rush was made for insulter number two, but that gentlemen vigorously defended himself with a largo walking stick he happened to havo (and which by tho by was one causc of tho last troubles, his accuser stating that he had indecorously boon rapping her ankles under the seat with tho same), and while the struggle to get at him was still ill progress somebody in tho front of the car shouted there's a snake a "snako on tho floor." A sceno then ensued. The ladies in tho car clambered up on the seats and many got on the arms and backs of tho same. One elderly maiden managed to stand on tho backs of two seats, in the best circus manner possible under tho circumstances, while a foung mother threw her baby into a )arcel rack, and then hung convulsiveto a ventilator.

The confusion awoke the countryman, who, on being told of the snake, first felt in his bundle, and then exclaimed, "I'm blamed if that old eel haint got loose," started for the front, and soon returned grasping firmly an imense eel, which no had first caught, while out fishing, but which, when brought into the car, had managed to

f^etway

out of the bundle, and had wended ts to the front lovingly carressing the different varieties of ladies' garters which he encountered on the way. Apologias given and received straightened everything in that car but tho hat that was jammed down, and the countryman leaving at the next station, no blood was drawn.

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To "start tho tune" in a country congregation, where the starter is not an expert, is rather a rough job. Wo are favored with an instance: A clergyman, preaching in a rural parish, commenced the usual religious exercises with a hymn. The choir having, commenced with several voices out ot tune, "jangled" through the first verse. Attempting to improve in singing the next, they broke down, and gave up entirely. After tlu succeeding exercise the clergyman read another hymn of «tx veraea, wtthottt expecting it to be sung. An attempt waa made, however, by the whole choir which resisted, as before1, in complete failure. One young lady, mortified, perhapa, by auch an exhibition, perhaps such an exhlhition of discord, or urged by religious seal, went on with tremulous, yet tuneful voice, and mag the remaining veraea. The clergyman, with appropriate emphasis, then announced too text of his sermon "She hath done what she could." The effect on the surprised congregation may be imagined.

Highwaymen—Mountaineers.

CHASE AND HOOKER. George Alfred Townsend writes firom"" New York to the Chicago Tribune

JUDGE CRASS.

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The Chief-Justico has the look oftv man who had passed through a spell severe illness—emaciated, not se com* ly as formerly, and showing, at last, the* decisive marks of time and service but:' his mentol powers are us fine and keen as ever, an

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ter experiences which have attended* the last few years, he is a man of morefe curious incision, directness, and explicitness in his comments upon mon1-3 and things. It is evident that tho world of politicians, though a little further, from his fkith, is quite as near his eye ^. and mind as it was before he was lately"*" apprised of his declining strength, lfo is wintering at the Brevoort House, receiving tho attentions of tho most dis-^-tinguished people of tho city, andpar-** ticularly of those of Ohio ana the West.| His buoyancy of spirits and belief appear not to be as hale and fresh as here^" tofore, and from this reason alone there is more flavor and force in his talk,and we left him still impressed with the fact that one of the most harmonious intel-S^ lects and ambitions in the land had been better appreciated by the people^, than by the politicians.

QKNKRAII HOOKER.

General Hooker has the combined*good and bad fortune to be a rich widower and a cripple, to have lost an amia-^ ble and devoted wlffe and to have his senior years unembarrasssed, liko those of many soldiers, by the wolf at„„, the door. He is said to liavo attained^, in its entirety the fortuno of his wife, who was a sister of William S. Groes-H^l beck, of Cincinnati, Ohio, and who possessed in her own right $300,000. Sooiv after his marriage Hooker was attacked^-' with paralysis, and his death seemed imminent, but his wife gave him sucli^ dutiful attention that sho herself fell the victim, and he remained, manly and well to do, a bachelor tenant of one oft(§ tho most exquisite hotels in New York ... for tho Brevoort and the Clarendon Ho-, tels receive the largest prices of any es-*6 tablishment in tho East, and aro in general filled by a leisurely, professional class of folks. .Too Hooker resides*' in good company, nearly as handsome?* as ho used to bo^ with a'limp but a good appetite, and he receives the calls of many congenial people, goes riding behind" his own horses to the park, and|g is otherwise as well fixed as any oneg, can be in tho decline of life, with a highs record amongst soldiers. Ho appears* to be a man of good original judgment, but without continuous stability, lb should supposo his fiivt expression toP be more trustworthy than hifc revised^ decision, because Hooker's ideas are prompt and clear, while his education is defective therefore, when he conies to rely upon his primary instinct aud^ comes to cast up tho right and left, ho lacks that knowledge of authorities! and principles which mako judgmont.lt Here is a little matter for tho NewYorkjp Nation to consider, which does not believe in the instinctive. Hooker reads the current literature, liko a man of* nico tastes, and is satisfied with the* forms and surroundings of things al^. his leyel in a rich city, and is a kindly*., hearted man, still handsome to look? upon. 4-

[From tlic Galaxy for February.] t'OUNTRY HOUSEHOLDS. I hive seen no life more sad than that which is led in many of our country house-holds. A girl of talent discovers in her quiet home that she inhabits a garden that can give her no adequate nourishment, and" Uiuntlirs *n ntmoapliero which lias no breath of tho life sho needs. There is no society, no contact will superior persons, littleacccss oven to superior books. Her brothers

away l'roely, ono by one, to seek IVJ etter fortuno but she must remain in this inactive home, and wait,she knows not for what. Sho sees that for a life-', timo she is to be subjected to an experiment more cruel than that of tho mouse placed in the exhausted receiver of the air-pump. Tho lifo of her body will continue, but only to watch tho slowly wasting life of her spirit.

No position is more pathetic than this. What is the dread ofpunishiiiouff in comparison with the present stuci^a-t-ion of tho soul Wo need not lUEtjcipato an inexpressible misery, ngff expect to assign it to others. 1'uRpitory is a present fact but it exists ^ii tho best and purest households rather than in the worst. It exists in tho crnmpod! homes of our country towns whore daughters walk sadly in their, father'sgarden, restless, wan, as tl)0 shades of tho Inforno. Tho unsatisfied and unsatisablo desire, tho aspiration Uwa«* achievement, tbo hunger for activity,,, tho longing for synfnathy, the need of work the absence of that tone of thought feeling, and fellowship that is equally necessary for a fine development in character or culturo, tho enviroment of an unworthy society, tho bondage of a false position—tho lack, in short, of nearly all the aids to a healthy lifo and growth—all those things our finest,natures long endure before they sink into the common place.

The last transformation is made insensibly for Naturo, considerate in her severity^does notjpermit thesufferors to remain conscious to the end. As to ,, charmed animals, sho sends tothemtii kind unconsciousness of approaching death she bathes them in a Lethe ot formulas, creeds, and resignation and each stranded spirit slowly loses Wie dream of his youth, and forgets that. ever he set forth wiUi "splendid purposo in his eyes."

COOL PROCEEDING.—The early days of Wyoming Territory are well

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in'this story: In the bar-room of a way-side tavern, where teamsters tarried to drink, a few rough customers sat one afternoon beside the stove. I''nter a mountain ruffian, venomously drunk, who fetched out his revolver and commenced practicing with it at various objects behind tho bar and on the walls. While this was going on, the cries of an ox-teamster to his approaching cattle were heard, and soon the driver appeared within the door. Stalking up to tho bar. he called for a

of liquor but, as no raised it to is dirty lips, the tumbler waa shatter-

tising man's revolver. Without a word the bull whacker pnt his hand behind« his back, produced his pistol, levelling it at the ruffian's head, and remarked, aa the body dropped to the floor, "That? d—d scoundrel would have hurt some-fs body pretty soon." He then filled an-? other glass and drank the contents, at rode out aa deliberately as he had come in. and with a Woa, haw, there," •atarted his oxen up the road.

A DiTLVnt man had a wagon tongue driven clear through him, and it took three men to pull It out, says the local paper whereupon a Detroit journal brags of a dtisen of that village who into him, wouldn't ther any one to pull it out, and carried it fbr years in his body till it work-

a wagon-tongue into him, wouldn't ther an it fbr ye ed out ltaeLf.

A NKW way to pay old debts—Cashing them up..