Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 5, Number 8, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 August 1874 — Page 1

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The other day, T. T. in hi* rambles found himself upon the deserted stage of the Opera House. In walking behind the scenes feeling of loneliness and desolation oppresses one, and he is pain folly impressed with the idea that he treads a deserted hall, lately Joyous with mirth, merriment and music. The different scenes that appear so cheerful by gaslight now look cold and ghastly, stripped of its unreal paraphernalia, of the mockery of stage romance and comedy. Your footfalls awake strange and weird echoes, and the silence following seems oppressive. How strangely like ml life Is this after all. At fashionable parties bow often we look curiously upon the tinselry, the shoddy, the sham —"fashionable ladies and gentlemen" bow and smile in gilded apartments under the glow of mellow lights to the soft strains of entrancing music. But, oh! the morrow comes! Hush the musio—turn down the lights—the feast is ended, and the grim skeleton emerges from the closet lately resonant with mirth, melody and feasting. Vanished are the winning smiles—silent the felse tones of flattery—the banquet night is over, and the hard grim day is here, of strife, heart burnings and the dreary misery incident to the toiling and surging battle of life. Those who smiled and smirked and bowed l«t night at the feast, now frown and scowl—some even weep to the memory of a lost happiness, forgotten momentarily In the whirl of a false and hollow gayety. There is no sight so dismal, dreary, or depressing as the contemplation of a hall or room from which the guests have only lately departed—It seems as though the ghosts of a lest past wandered invisibly therein, and that death and desolation were at last but surely the abs&ate monarcbs that ruled humanity with the iron sot tre of fete, beneath whose sway even hope looked blank and dark. —White T. T. was loitering on the streets recently a funeral cortege •up to the cemetery. Somebody had died. Somebody had gone. T. T. looked and passed on. T. T. heard some one call him a good fellow, and then some one passed on, too. And T. T. wonder ed when a mortal is so little missed on earth if he is so sparingly welcomed in heaven, and if the angels only look at him and pass on! Really it does not seam that we amount to much when we shuffle off this mortal coil. The other day the band was out. At solemn pace the comrades and friends of the dead man passed up to the silent city of the dead. It seemed but a few momenta after that the street* well filled with the rapidly driven returning carriages— oenveying some of their household cares, some to their oflkea and workshops, and some stopped at the wayside saloon Jbr a glass of beer! We live in a hurry, and T. T. as he has sometime watched a funeral cortege, large in numbers but meagre in team, has thought that we are buried in a hurry. Seme day T. T. will be going away, too, but the great world will move on undisturbed. The brawn weods of Autumn are not disturbed when a single leaf drops t" tree and flutters down to its death. eagle In Its flight dees not miss a single feather that drops from his plumage. Men wiU sttn boy and sell, and women will gossip and dress. Others who linger behind, will talk, and sing, and dance, and flirt, happy ss ever, and the ».i{)ie of the city will simply pass on, giving a good-bye look, and merely ask "who's d«*d, to

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One result of the Beecher-Tilton scandal has been to lift the curtain Arena the seciet Uvea of two great men and show tfautags these which the world could not otherwise have seen. The revelations are most sorrowful and grievous. Nothing hat occurred for a long time sosadas this disclosure of the heart history of these men. It illustrates the truth of the old adage that there Is no home but has its skeleton in the closet. All may look serene and happy without, as if there could be no drawback whatever to perfect enjoyment, but if that secret and faithful cloeet were unlocked we would be very apt to find the skeleton there, In one shape or another.

If one had been asked to single out from all the land the man who apparently lived most happily and enjoyed the largest possible share of earthly good, Mr. Beeeber would certainly have been as likely to be the choice as any other man. With his broad sweep of thought, his marvelous gift of eloquenoe, Ids commanding position, his worldwide feme, his hosts of friends, his magnificat income, his sunny disposition and his great capacity for mental, physical and social oitfoyment, who could help thinking that Henry Ward Beecher was the very exponent of human happiness. It he was not happy who

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So it looked from without,but the curtain is lifted and lo, what a change! It is a pitiful sight. Instead of the blithe, sunny disposition, we see the sinking spirits of the hypochondriac. There is the remnant of a plague in his blood which makes him heavy, sad and despairing, and the world to appear black sometimes.1 He did not show this side of his nature to the world, but turned the bright side to it. But the suffering it caused him was only the more poig^ nant on that account. That was not all. He lived in momentary apprehension of sudden death. Symptoms betrayed themselves which led him to believe that some Sunday when be went into the pulpit he would not come out of it alive. But evsn this was net all. Worse than his depressed spirits, worse even than tho constant apprehension of the filial stroke, was the perpetual dread that a great Impending catastrophe, which w»s hanging over his head,would some moment lall, spreading ruin and desolation around hinfl. He had, if the story he tells be true, become involved by the conning of intriguing enemies &&d an error of Ms own judgment in a complex net-work of circumstances which might make him appear guilty of a heinous sin even though innocent. Ho lived to see this trouble grow larger and more threatening with every day, hanging like a black cloud over his head ready to burst. In a touching letter to hia friend he describes his situation. It is one of the saddest letters that have ever been published. He says that if he had not gone through that great year of sorrow he would not have believed that anyone could have passed through his experience and be alive or sane. He was the centre of three circles, each of which required a dear mind and great originating power he had a church, a newspaper and a book on his hands. No matter what the state of his health or spirits was these great drains upon his nature most be supplied. Of the "Life of Christ" he says: "Was overbook born of such sorrow?" It calls to mind couplet lodged in the writer's mind years ago:

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edona brighter future. Ocanmencing his career without name ear prestige, young adventurer, he rapidly made his way from a subordinate position sa a great religious paper to its chief editorship and became one of the moat popular lecturers on the platform. His kooaebould prospered as well. Around an intelligent and sifectlonste wife, beautiful children sprang up, and his home became a oenter of enviable bliss. One would have thought the brilliant man should be happy. But alas, the piagne lurked in his blood also. His letters to his wife often showed depression ef spirits and a discontent only equalled by the exhili ration at other periods. Doubtless the people who filled the halls to listen to his remarkable lectures believed Theodore Tllton one of the happiest of living men the truth was that often before he went on the stage to speak he spent hours of the moat terrible anguish, weeping, praying, complaining of the wortblessnesaof his life and his work. His own habits and those of his family were extravagant and notwithstanding he was well paid for his lectures and received a good salary from his editorial work, he found himself continually hedged in with dobta and making bnt little headway in getting out of them.

Then came the ebb flow of tho tide, ilitherto his course had been constantly forward now he began to go back. His religious views undorwent a great change, so much so thst they would not do for the readers of the Independent and ho lost his place on that and another paper under the sanio ownership. We cannot blame him for this change in his mind. It was no doubt sincere, natural and unavoidable on his part. But it hardly seems credible that the mere falling of snch a man from orthodoxy could cause his ruin unassisted by any wrongdoing. It might indeed become necessary to displace him from the Independent but there would have been other avenues opened up to him in which he could have been as heterodox as heresy itself and yet done good and honorable work. There must have been something more than this, some great and positivo wrong-doing on his part to have thrust him down from his high place. What was it? He says it was the thunderbolt which rived bis home, flung from the hand of Henry Ward Beecher. Beecher says it was his own immoral and dissolute conduct, his overweening self-conceit and wild extravagance which brought his woes upon him Whatever it was, there has a terrible ruin come upon him. Ills name is blackened, his influence destroyed, his home shattered in fragments. It ia a strange sad ending to come from a commencement of such golden promise,

There is a mystery in these men's lives which has not yet been cleared away, probably never will be. Somebody knows the truth, but whether it has yet been spoken or not we cannot tell. It is hard to place Theodore Tllton in the role of a perjured liar and a plotting, scheming, intriguing villain, seeking to blsst tho fair name of a great man by a cunningly devised Ho—it is a hard thing to do that. And in the face of tho sol emn denial of Beecher and the insight into his secret life which he gives it is hard to believe him guilty of Tllton*s tor rible charge. There is a mystery in it. Perhaps those who can confirm the truth

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Fasliions' Fancies.-

Pall bonnets are large. -v Velvet flowers are popular. Ostrich plumes are out of date. Satin comes into favor for fell bonnet*. Mourning veils are worn very long no*.

Flowers will le worn in variety on fell hats. All kinds of winter dresses in Parte will be embroidered.

Dangling oats of jet for hats, are new, and largely imported. Clusters of game feathers, short and prettily shaded, for fell.

Paris dresses this winter will gclipse anything ever seen there. Winter oolors for bonnets will lbs dark as possible just off black.

Necklaces or smaii gold horse shoes have been Introduced, and, being somewhat no vol, will be feahianable for little wWls.

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Worth, the dressmaker, says that a lady lately begged Mm to invent a walking costume, pietty and becoming, In whlen the wemen eould walk with as much comfort and as little trouble as ti»S9 do In tbeir*a. "I have," he exeisimed, "but you went wear it. I do ^t^ihe sll#liii oWection to wfflten wearing trousers wtth tunic, as 1 have wantedthem to. And there is a Persian which t» the -turn of beau*

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People and Things.

There hi a library in every room of MouHonHi house. Charles A. Dana, of the New York Son, wears a palieo night-shirt, elaborately ruffled.

This to said to be ministera* leap year. August, thalr vacation moftth, has five Sundays.

There Is a aad felling off in sermons rehearsing the immorality of the theatrical profession.

Longfellow, the poet, eats raw beef, chopped fine, and s©a*one| with salt, pcipper and vinegaj.

Senator Ingalls, of Kansas, is accused of turning his mother-in-law out of doors. Hals a bold man.

Waa there ever a man under twenty Aye who could walk by a blackingbrush without looking at his boots?

Hie readineasof Wendell Philips with retorts, is explained by tho statement that he is an old student of chemistry

A man may forget his business, his femily, and all his sacred obligations of life, but he always romembers wJierp he got that counterfeit bill. f.

Beta arc being made in New York that Stokes will be pardoned before an other Christmas. Lot's see—what did Stokes do?—[Detroit Free Press.

It is an affecting sight this hot weather to see so many young men tottering under the weight of plug hats and staggering under the burden of fency canos.

You hoar mo" ia going out of feshlon. "That's mo that's coughing" is the absolutely latest way of emphasizing and calling attention to your remarks.— [Chicago Tribune.

When one is ia tho act of tipping his hat to a lady whom ho supposes is an acquaintance, it requires some tact to make believe he is only scratching his head as he discovers the lady is a stranger. |jS ni O

It is said tliat thYeo^ycars old Wo love our mothers at six, our fathers at ten, holidays at sixteen, dress at twenty, our sweethearts at twenty-five, our wives at forty, our children and at sixty, ourselves.

In the Covingtotf ihkrket, thO other day, a man from the country sat down upon the slats of a box which happened to contain a huge turtle. The turtle reached for him, and tho reporter who describes the incident, predicts that the man will carry the marks to his grave."

If there is a man on tho American continent who belies his name, it ia "Colonel Blood." The wonderfhl coterie is always "Mrs. Woodhull, Tennio C. Claflin, Mrs. Claflin, Mrs. Woodhull'ji daughter and Cblonel Blood."

never quoted, but always hanging on to the tail end of the shameless set. Happy Blood I

Mrs. Burnham, in a New York letter to the St. Louis Republican, says that, if she were a man, Mrs. Tilton is the very woman to whom she would go for a good pattern of a flannel undershirt. If that is what Mr. Beecher went for, and wo'll be bound it was, there has been a much bigger fuss kicked up about it than there Ought to havo been.—[Cour-ier-Journal.

Will gentlomen never learn how to manage the moustache saucily inquires Miss Sparkle. These lip decorators have been long enough in vogue to be understood. But no after every sip of soup, wlno or water, out goes the tongue for tho first brush at the moustache, and next follows the napkin sweep If there is one thing ftinny in this world it is this eon8ta^||i(p|ache pe^Wiijo,g jiipnor.

Mr. Beecher eats with his knife, and fears not Its sharp and rugged edge. The fork," he says, "compels the man ipulator to poke and push and pile up the food material, which tends to fell back and apart it is made to pursue the dainty tidbits, in which often the very core of flavor resides, around the plate In a hopeless chase, and at length a bit of broad Is called In as an auxiliary, and thus, while the slim-legged fork. In one hand, is chasing a slim liquid mouthful, a wad of bread In the other goes mopping and sopping around to form a corner, mid between the two is at length accomplished what la called genteel feeding.*'

A good deal can be told of the workings of the mind of the average human male by observing the manner in which he wears his hat. He who draws his hat fkr down upon Ms hedd is revolving a desperate idea in hto mind be who pitches his hat forward, low upon the forehead and high upon the back, is Indulging in self conceit and over-ostima-ting his importance considerably he who allows his hat to fell back so that Its brim IWrly touches his coat-oollar, Is indifferent to the opinions of others he who «m£cs hia hat upon one

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They call Mme. Basaine the General OOW. 4

A Boston woman has put £909 worth of laoe on a night-gown. The Rochester Kxpress notes "the growing mdJtMlciKeQtwoH*®®* *«»"«. tr- Rf JfK

ALong Branch lady with ten small children attracts considerable tentlon there.

There are more white women In Tennessee than negro women who oan*i read and write.

It makes a big difference when a lady feints away whether you bathe her ternplea with camphor or molasses.

To secure a soowl of perfect disgust from a woman tell her that a caterpillar Is crawling on the back of her dress.

An Iowa woman who put vitriol on her scalp to remove dandruff, says it was the dandruffest experiment die ever tried.

The young women of Lansing, Mich., coax young men into temperance meetings by tho handkerchief mode of signals.

Eight inches to the step produces what is known and adored at all the watering places this season as the "Saratoga wriggle."

In order to keep a hired girl in Colorado it is necessary to provide a horse and buggy for her to attend grange meetings with, and a piano for recreation.

The belle Of Dubtt^u^, low&, ^voh silk dress by carrying a hod of bricks to the top of a forty-foot ladder, while a great crowd stood and cheered at the sight. n--p

Kurukapkapy Kapkakuldrukariky is given as the name of the coming soprano. And they say, too, she is very sensitive about anv mispronunciation of her

When you see a lady walking along the street, with both hands clasped over tho crown of her head, apparently in deep meditation, you can "bet your life" that her hair is coming down. Hii

At a place called Washington, in Tennessee, there resides a devout old lady who finds light in the evening of her dayB by a forty-eighth consecutive perusal of the Bible, from Genesis to Revelations. «, yj"

How delicate some women are! Thero was that one who was badly hurt by the bursting of a baked potato, and now a woman in Syracuse, N. Y., has boon severely injured by the bite of a currant worm.

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An ingenius young school ma'am over in Polk county, Oregon, has invented an effectual process to subdue refractory urchins. She stands them on their heads and pours water down their trowsers legs.

Of course, one In tho country sees, among other things, "barefooted maidens tripping o'or tho dewy grass," but then most of 'em havo sore heels, and tho romance fedes away like a washing left out over night.

A few days ago A' lad^1 4-fcttt to the postoffico and asked for some stamps. Tho clerk handed her some green ones. She asked him if he didn't have any pink her stationary was pink and she wanted stamps to match.

Miss Mary Louise Hulbert, daughter of Rev. V. M. Hulbert, died suddenly at church, in Stone Ridge, Ulster Co., on Sunday morning last. Her death was caused by the bursting of a blood vessel in her brain, while singing In the eholr.

A Pennsylvania man writes to a paper that his daughter at the age of nineteen weighed one hundred and sixty pounds, but for some time has been rapidly losing flesh and health. He found by strict inqhlry that the girl, by tho advice of a fortune teller, had been drinking vinegar in order to reduce her weight. The result is that her health ia completely gone.

The Mohammedans anslgn the flint wearing of ear-rings to the Scriptural Hagar. They say that Abraham's wife, Sarah, in one of ber Jealous moods, vowed that she would never rest again until she had dipped her hands in the offending handmaiden's blood. 130 enable her to redeem her vow without fatal effect the patriarch drew the required blood from the lobes of Hagar*s ears and then tenderly drew rings ef gold through the incisions. Thus the origin of earrings.

A few days ago a fashionable lady, stopping at Sandwich, near Detroit, took a bath In someef the spring water at that place. The water is powerfully impregnated with sulphur. On emerging from the bath she stepped to a mirror, ladies occasionally do, when to her hotror, she saw that her feoe, neck and «rms had turned black. She believed thai she was dying—that mortification had set in. Her fears were allayed when she learned that the startling color of the flesh was a chemical result, the sulphur In the water acting upon the lead contained in some article of the toilet she had been using to artificially Improve the feirness of her complexion,

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Connubialities.

Starving to death—Living on love. The vegetable that young ladles love ia, to-mato-oh!

A child ia often the hyphen connecting the uncongenial husband and wife. Jones says that why he isnt married is because that when he wooed she wouldn't.

A Delaware man lost his wife and a race-horse by the same stroke of lightning, and tried for two hours to revive the horse.

An old lady in Rockingham will celebrate the hundredth anniversary of her marriage in October. What sort of a wedding is that!

A New York man has christened his daughter Glycerine. He says it will be easy to preflx nitro if her temper resembles her mother's.

To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say,and to finish without knowing what you have written.

There ia talk of starting a society for the improvement of wife killing. Tho mothods at present employed are oertainly of the most barbarous nature.

There ia nothing in life more beautiful than love but if you wish to eqfoy it thoroughly the party of the seoond part must not be some other fellow's wife.

A gentleman, on presenting a laoe oollar to his adored one, said, carefully: "Do not let any one else rumble it." "No, dear," she replied,"I'll take it off."

When a Massachusetts tomperance man gets drunk, they carry him into the presence of his wife, and leave him there without any means of defending himself:

A woman, fifty years old, in Cumberland, Md., has married her fifth husband two months after the funeral of her fourth. The new victim is only twentySix years of age.

It was "darling Gwoorge" when a bridal couple left Omaha it was "dear George" at Chicago at Detroit it was "George," and when they readied Niagara Falls it was "Say, you." ..

I tell you," says Mr. Wilklns "when a woman begins to think she can love' another man quite as much as her husband, the other man is ripe for the harvest."—{Milwaukee Sentinel.

Life is full of strange mysteries. Sisteen years ago Mr. Wakeman of Vermont started out to borrow a hoe, and has never returned. His widow thinks she'll have tho police look him up.

It is a solemn thing—a very solemn thing to get married—to feel that henceforth through life the mild eyed girl at your side is to be tho only female in the wide world duly licensed to throw flatirons at your head.

Chicago women are cool. When a husband is brought homo dead his wife dooob't utter a single howl until she has searched his pockets snd satisfied herself that he hadn't any letters from any other woman, then she gives way to her grief.

A gentlemen residing not ten thousand miles from here, while walking tho other evening, meta young girl, whose parents live near his house. "What are you doirg, Jenny?" said he. "I am looH- for a son-in-law for my mother," it tilled. x/r.

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very fashionable in Boston, and the Transcript represents a Boston lover as saying, consequently to his adored: "Dearest, believe me, I do love you with my whole nervous organism. You share with no other being the emotions which pervade my undivided gray matter, and if I were conscious of a ganglion that throbbed not for thee, be sure I would not sleep till I had procured its neurotomy."

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No married woman can be happy If her husband does not appear to regard and honor her as well* as actually to do so. The order of flirts have a certain article of feith which comforts them mightily—namely, that a man's wife is always the least interesting woman in the room to him. If he does not know this, she does and some act of graceful courtesy, some little word or motionnothing in itself, perhaps, but indicative of the tenderness he feels for her—gives the good wife a moment of triumph so innooent and sweet that no one should

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This is Swiwhelm herself who Is talking "The instant a wife finds that any other man may possibly supply to her something lacking in him to whom she has pHght/wi her feith, her only safe plan is, down brakes, reverse engine, and make a dead halt before switching off on another track. No woman is justified in taking any man into her confidenoe about any want of harmony be~^?. tween her and her husband, unless she has resolved upon separation, or hex*^ confidant is her fether, brother or uncle

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