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Vol. 6.—No. 3o:!"^i
THE MAIL
A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
SECOND EDITION.
[Written for The Mall] BARBARA HALE,
B.M. UOI'KIXS. :'.
Over the bridge to the parson's 1 reckwn it must be so, •Over tho bridgu to tbe parsons
Three score wiuters ago,
Thu children run like rabbit*, And leave me the road alone. And tho tmmper stops to stare at he witch-rncwl, snaggle-toothed crone,
lJut then I was young and chipper, AH innocent maid could be. Anil the luce that's scarml and wrinkled,
Won gentle and fair to see
Over the bridge to the parson's, We went in the May day dawn I would I had died that morning
Hixty odd suminersagone.
For Reuben the brave, true-hearted, I've never a word of blame, But for the aoni of another, (Juraes too deep for a name. Cannot I curse who am eighty?
Ask who 1ms done me despite Then know from the curse of a woman, Devils start back in affright.
Over tho bridge from the parson's. My Kenbcn and I wen? one For me 'twas a taste of heaven,
Sixty odd summers agone.
Hut 1 was a wayward body, Anil alter a little spell, "The Devil paid me a visit,
Turning my heaven to hell.
When he with his city manners, Came lifting his glossy hat, I thought of my awkward lteubcu
Fool that I was for that!
I hold for a wile or husbaud To think what it might have been If each had wedded some other,
The wickedest kind of sin.
It's not a very hard matter To stir up plenty of strife, If only tho man is jealous
And marries a handsome wife.
I never was quite contented, I tell it now to my shame, For Reuben was kind and loving,
And I was the one to blame.
Ho after I met the vllllan Who made me the wretch I am, :y passions roselike the tempest,
That follows a iuid-day calm.,
I lashed myself Into fury Because ot Imagined wrongs, And tugged at the bands of marriage,
As If they were leathtra thongs.
But marriage was not held lightly When weddings were not for show And the knots were tied light tightly,
Hlxty odd years ago. Only the law of tho Bible Would let any one go free And bad as I was and wicked
That waa too wicked for me.
Perhaps had I been a mother I too could have lived down. Hut after that hope was over
My scorn was met with a frown.
Fi»r Heuben had shown me untlcuce Fur more than tiie most or men, And even, the best of women
Have need to be pitied then.
But I was willful creature, With only a pretty fuce, And all of a woman's fondness
For Jewels and silks and lace.
And Heuben needed a helper, While I was a helpless bride Anil I wonder he was .so patient
With me, so dissatisfied. I pined and jvorrled and fretted, Till alter the farm was sold, And he In his fowllsh fondness, liad showed mo the yellow gold.
And then with a women's cunuing, I plotted afoul disgrace And gave my soul to my lover* rhe'son of a soulless race.
The old clock ticked on the mantle, The death wateh ticked In the wall When I left pwor faithful lieu ben,
To auswer my lover's call.
Would Ood he had sent his lightning, To strike me dead on the spot. But I have round to my sorrow
That Justice slumbereth not.
The marks of that midnight Journey, I'll bear to mv lated breath Kor I knew before 'twas over 1 he wages of sin Is death.*
And he was not long in learning, The strength of a woman's hate, For after his bitter iteornlnz, lie called on his Uod too late.
A nd long ere the voyage ended, liey dropped him into the sea, jVut ni ver a soul suapecied itUdeath could belaid on me.
jLow under the soil poor Heuben, Has slept for many a day, "While the ghost of murdered virtue
Pursues me ever and aye.
Over the bridge to the parson's, Many*# the time I wont. But this Is the lait I'm going.
Wrinkled and bowed mid b»nt.
Over the hill from the village There lies a deserted gmve And over the shattered marble®
The weeds and the fcrlars wave.
And oncea belated hunter, Heard through the mht and the rein, The sound of a woman sobbing.
The cry of a soul la pain.
The gnuw grew under and over Tho meadow was plowed and sown, Ami then the form of a woman
In the weeds and the grass lay prone.
And whether by chance or purpose, Her body lay at his feet. And Death to Keuben the farmer.
Had brought hint a rest complete. JeHbrsouvllle, Jan. IT. lJCfl.
Town-Talk, r.
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THOMPSON AS A CANDIDATE.
Has anybody evor known apiece of political news to bo received with sucb genuine and general enthusiasm as tbe announcement tbe other day that Col. It, W. Thompson would probably be a candidate for Governor of Indiana? T. T. remember* nothing like it. The rejoicing over it reminded one of tbe old war times when news of a great victory carafe Every face wore a smile, and
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everybody wanted to shake hands with everybody else, and to talk about it, and to be told over and over again that if was really true. It was such a surprise to every one that he should have consented to the use of his name, that the first exclamation was generally one oi dou,bt and people required to be assured again and again that there was no mistake about it—that he would really accept tho nomination if tendered. Once convinced they went ardently on, shaking hands and spreading the news until in an incredibly short time the whole town had it and was ablaze with excitement.
And indeed, it was glorious news not because the position is worthy of him, for it is not, but bocause it gives the people who know him an opportunity to show by their votes how much they honor him, and to atfve the State a Governor which will do it tho very highest honor, lie is a grand old man, the peer of any living, and tho people of Terre Haute have just cause to feel proud of him. Ilis consenting to be a candidate is a condescension which all who know him can feel and appreciate, and which all may well feel surprised at, because all know that he does it at a considerable sacrifice of money—his income from the Vandalia railroad company alone being larger than will be his salary as Governor—comfort and valuable time. He has no political aspirations or ambitions. His tastes lie in another direction. Ho can only have been actuated in this matter by what ho conceives to be duty. But he lias actually consented, and of this thero need be no doubt. His words were: "Ifthe Republican party want to give me tho nomination and think it necessary that I should accept it, I shall not feel at. liberty to decline."
ANOTHUR COUNTY FAIR.
Whatever may be thought of the Vigo Agricultural Society's soundness of judgment in other respects, the perseverance of its members in the matter of fairs is, to say the least, amazing. Remembering all their past unhappy experience in this line, and especially the ignominious failure of last year, they might certainly have been held blameless for refusing to undertake another exhibition. Nobody expected them to undertake it no one outside of the society would have believed they would ever consider the matter of doing so again. The public has grown tired of county fairs and long ago voted them a nuisance. Of Jhose held here, each succeeding one has been a worse failure than the one preceding it. The last one, which repudiated 75 per cent, of its indebtedness, and was cursed by exhibitors far and near, should havo convinced the Agricultural Society that its efforts in this direction were not apprecia ted and been a warning to its members to abandon tho business.
But tho final collapse, it appears, has been reserved for the centennial year of 1870. The Society met some days ago aud elocted twelve directors. It is an exi raordinary good Board. Twelve better men couldn't possibly have been selected. If thore was the least show in tho world for a fair, these men would make it a success, Here aro their names:
Corey Barbour, Win. J. Cusick, Jos. Gilbert, Lawrence Heinl, U. II. .Tellers, George W. Kruzan, E. Littleton, Lynus Moyer, John C. Myer, *Isaac C. Myers, A. B. Pegg aud H. D.
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Now these are intelligent, eapable business mem They aro earnestly interested in thosucces?of the society. They will work hard for it, and well. Yet as inovitably as fate, they must suffer the mortification of utter dofeat if they porsist in holding auothor fair. T. T. sympathizes with them In advance. If ho might be allowed to make a suirgostion it would bethut, at their meeting next Monday, they abandon tho project of a county fair, and, if they still want one of some kind, turn their wholo aKontion towards getting the State fair here next fall. That might amount to something, and the other never will. Whether even tho State fair would be wertli what It would cost to get it here, is a question, but it la a more reasonable question than the other.
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COUNTY BOA 1X9.
During the early part of this week business took T. T. several miles into the country in the direction of Bowling Green, and be doesn't now, with the memory of that trip before him, think be ever before realised so forcibly what wretchedly bad roads this county Is disgraced with. He went In a one-horse buggy, by himself, and as two and ahalf miles an hour was the best time be could possibly make through tbe mud, be had plenty of time to make up his mind respecting the matter.
Slip slosh chug—thump—was the whole weary programme, both out and back. The last six miles was an unbroken slough of mucky mud and mire. Tbe only variety was in depth. Now it was only half way over the wheels, now it bid the axles, next it seemed as If buggy, horse and all wonld be swallow* ed up bodily. It had rained almost in-
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Such a state of affairs in a county liko this is disgraceful. It is a crying shamo that there are not good country roads— good all the year round—leading into this city from evory direction. When one thinks of the immense sums of money which, in the past fow years, have been voted to railroads, it is enough to make liim swear to think that apart at least was not used in this other direction. One hundred thousand dollars applied to the permanent improvement of local highways would have been of ten times the advantage to the town and county that all tho railroads built in the past five years have ever been, or will ever be. This is a matter that deserves attention. It must be tbe business of somebodj' or other to think about it, and act upon it. T. T. cannot say who should do this, but who ever the lucky individual may be, he has a fine chance now to earn tho public's undying gratitude by "stirring things up," and giving to the county better roads.
Husks and Nubbins.
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"STAB-OUAQiNG."
Richard A. Proctor's new book, "Our Place Among Infinities," "a series of essays contrasting our little abode in space and time with the infinities around us," has a tendency to make "us" feel very small indeed. It is an excellent thing to go "star-guaging" among the "star-depths" betimes, for, dwelling upon this little hazle-nut of a world too constantly and never indulging in any ilights beyond, wo are very apt to conclude that our lilliputian feats of tunneling its Sand-grains of mountains and navigating its little drop-oceans are among tho wonders of the universe. But when we come te contemplate a world out ol whose mass thousands like ours could be made and whioh'would require eleven quadrillions and six hundred trillions of tons of coal every second to feed its furnaces, we begin to comprehend that we in fact occupy but a very small cranny of creation, notwithstanding it is "tho centennial year of tho most glorious nation the sun ever shone on." We can comprehend it still bettor by reducing tho scalo somewhat. Imagino a level spot »f ground a mile and a half in diameter. Put a ball two feet in diameter in the center for the sun. Kiglity-two feet from this put a grain of mustard seed for Mercury, one hundred and forty-two feet from the center, a pea for yenus, two hundred and fifteen feet off, another pea and that will be tho earth. (Think of it—n pea in comperison with a globe two foot through!) Put a pin's head and grains of
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a respectable number of exhibitors. The other would attract nobody outside of tho Vigo Agricultural Society.
for Juno, Ceres, Vesta and Pal
las at tbe proper distances.- A quarter of a mile from the center a moderate sized orange will represent Jupiter and still farther away a small orange will do for Saturn. A cherry on the outer rim of this piece of ground, one and a half miles in diameter, will represent Herschel. Start all these to revolving round tho central globe and you have a miniature map of the solar system, of which America may be said to be a fly-spec on a pea! Now that Is enough of itself to make an American citizen feel his littleness to a considerable extent, but that is not all nor tho most of it. Large as the solar system seems in comparison with "our little abode," Mr. Proctor shows that even it, as compared with the "Infinities," is less than the earth in comparison with tho sun.
Toward* the South, of & clear overling, may be seen a star of peculiar lustre and rare beauty. At one moment it appears red, at tbe next green, then sapphire blue and at intervals, pare white. This star—Slrius—which in the most powerful telescope, appears only as a mere point of light, is In fact a giant sun which emits such enormous quantities of light and beat that, if it were to take tbe place of ourown modest sun even for an Instant,every creature on this earth would be destroyed by its fiery rays.
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TERRE HAUTE, IND., SATURDAY EVENING JANUARY 22. 1876.
cossantly tho two proceeding days and nights, and of course the roads were un commonly bad, but one could easilj' percoivo that at their very best thoy would havo been but little less than infamous.
And it was astonishing how much worso they always wero in tho long lanes, and wiere thero had been an apparent attr^npt to improve them. In one of these "improved" places, T. T. encountered a broken down "mover's wagon, stuck fast. It was a pitiful sight to see tho axle broken the wheel laying idly on its side the man gone off to look for assistance the woman, pinched and blue, for a cold wind was blowing, seated among their wandering household goods, with a baby at her breast, a picture of dejected patience tho two poor, half-starved horses meekly standing knee-deep in the mud and not so much as switching their spiritless tails. Few people woro passing. It would have been sheer madness to have tried to get into town with wheat, corn, hay, or any thing of that kind. Miles and miles of rich farming lands and well-to-do farmers were completely cutoff from market by tho lack of passable roads. .r
and imagine each of the thousands of stars you see to be a blazing sun, tho center ofsomc vaster systom of worlds than ours circling round it. That is well as tar as it goes, but a telescope would reveal many more thousands of suns and systems which aro Invisible to the naked eye. That is not all yet, for millions upon millions of suns which people space, with systems of worlds surrounding them, are too remote even for the most powerful telescope to roach. The case then stands about thus: this groat world on which we live is like a pea compared to the sun the sun,which has the stupendous heat capacity of nearly twelve quadrillion tons of coal per second, is but a hazel-nut compared to Slrius. Millions of stars aro tho centers of millions of systems of worlds revolving around them. Truly wo occupy but a very small cranny of tho universe.
Aro all the worlds inhabited? The favorite theory is that they aro but Mr. Proctor thinks they are not. Some are in a state of preparation for supporting life. It required three hundred and fifty million years for our littlo world to cool down enough to support even vegetable life and Prof. Ilelmholtz says that tho tirno during which plants and the lower animals nourished, "during which the amber-tree bloomed and dropped its costly gum on the earth and into the sea and when, in Siberia, Europe and North America, groves of tropical palms flourished," is estimated at from one to nine million of yesfrs. Of course longer periods would be required for tho larger planets to cool. The sun, for example, will require millions on millions of years to grow cool enough to support any kind of life. Many of the planets are probably in this state of preparation, for the advent of life upon them. @thers have passed the life supporting period. Our own little Moon is now cold, dead and desolate. Perhaps when tho earth was in its primeval heat and was a sun to hor, the Moon may have been capable of supporting both vegetable and animal life it is almost certain that she does not and cannot do so now. Our earth is now in the splendid noon-tide of her power. It will not always be so. Says the astronomer:
Dare we look onwards to yet later stages in the history of our earth Truly it is like looking beyond death for now imagination presents our earth to us as an inert mass, not only lifeless as at the boginning, but no longer possessing that potentiality of life which existed in her substance before life appeared upon her surface. We trace her circling year after year around tho sun, serving no useful purpose according to our conceptions. The energy represented by her motions of rotation and revolution seems to be as completely wasted as are those pacts (the whole save only one 230,000,000th portion)of the sun's light and heat, which, falling on no planet, seem to be poured uselessly into desert space. Long as has been, and doubtless will be, tho duration of life upon the eafth, it seems less than a second of time compared with tnose two awful time intervals—one past, when as yet life had not begun, tho other still to come, when all life shall havo passed away."
Shows Show People.
The Itichings-Bernard company drew a very largo audience at the Opera House, Saturday evening, and gave a vcrj* unsatisfactory performance. Why the performance given should be called "opera" is a conundrum we shall not answer. Itris nothing more than a very weak comedy—more properly a farce— with a fow songs and choruses slung'in. Mrs. Bernard sang well and acted passably. Thero isn't a good voice among the gentlemen, and the ladies—well, the prominent feature is excessive ugliness of form and feature.
The Tom Thumb party had two very largo audienccs at Dowling Hall, yesterday afternoon and evening, and went through the same exercises, sang tho same songs that havo been on their programme for years. The littlo people begin to show their age, and In this respect, at least, they are not unlike people of larger growth.
Kelly & Leon's Minstrels offer a big entertainment at the Opera House this evening. With their national reputation, it is only to make the announcement of their appearance to assure a full house. To-night they will give their own version of the "Two Orphans." The Dayton Journal, of a recent date, eays:
Both tbe proprietors, who are tbe recognized leaders in their profession in America, travel with the troupe and take part in tbe performances. Leon, particularly, is famous as the impersonator of female characters and as a singer. He nndoubtedly dresses, looks and acts more like a woman on tbe stage than any other man in the world. His voice is peculiarly adapted to this line, and while singing, it seen and heard by a stranger, would be set down as a fair specimen of tbe girl of the period. We do not feel that we are overestimating their merits when we say that Ieon A Kelly's la 'the best troupe which has ever appeared at Music Hall or in Dayton. The bouse was kept in a nwr throughout tho performance last night, and wo do not think that a single person present could have been in any way
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dissatisfied with the entertainment. The burlesque sceno from "Norma" was huge.
And now we are glad to announce that Frank Mayo is coming back with his Davy Crockett," the most finished and elegant performance that has been given in our Opera House this season. An immense house will greet him. An effort is being made to have him stay two nights and give his great character of
Badgor" in the Streets of New York. Buffalo Bill and Texas Jack will be here with a full dramatic company on tho evening of tho 8th of February.
For an actor to pretend making the attempt to take off his breeches before an audience, may do for the circus, but it is hardly tho "cheese" in an operatic performance before such an audience as assembled at the Opera House last SatZ urday evening. The Journal very properly pronounced it vulgar and the Express retorted with that familiar and much abused quotation, "to tbe pure all things are pure." The Mail is oa the Journal's side, and suggests to Mr. Pierro Bernard that he not only keep his breeches on, but that it is very low down, cheap wit to pretend to take them off.*
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A medium was very badly treated in Houston, Texas, recently. He wanted to have his hands tied, whereupon the county jailor stepped
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and proposed to slip a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. The professor declined the bracelets, and the audience voted to ride him on a rail. Finally they agreed to let him go, if he would return the money. The receipts, ?140, were disgorged, and a motion was carried unanimously to give the amount to an orphan a
Di Murski, Ristori, Janausclaek, Einilie Melville, Alice Dunning, Dickie Lingard, Nell the "California Diamond," Baby Benson, the Marionettes, John E. McDonough, Charles Wheatleigh, Amy Stone, Mr. and Mrs. Bates, E. D. Dairies (ventriloquist,) and tbe De Glorion Brothers are at present tbe attractions in the amusement world of Australia aud New Zealand. ,'
Charles Callender, proprietor of the Georgia Minstrels, was originally a faro bank proprietor in New York, and he is afraid that if he keeps on going down hill in this way he will, some of these days, wind up as a member of Congress.
Commodore Nutt hangs out his shingle a partner in the Zanfretta Pantomime Combination. *,
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Japanese Tommy has been a minstrel since 1853. Lawrence Barrett sails for Australia March 20.
People and Things.
Fish Is the wealthiest man in the Cabinet. Eight murderers are waiting to be hanged in Missouri.
Are you troubled with a bad breath Siinilia similibus—onions! Even tho coal oil lamps explode with joy at the dawn of another century.
A prominent, downward nose, indicates that the wearer isn't talkative. Murderkill Hundred is the gory yet Centennial name of a Delawaro place.
A new sentimental song is styled Tommy, make roo*i foryour Auntie." Mr. Billings has sagely remarked that no one but a pauper can afford throe dogs. -t st,
It's uingrammatical to" speak of copl laying" on the ground unless It's eggcoal.
Lord Derby says that people must not seek learning and expect that it will bring money.
The Mayor of Buffalo has absorbed a novel idea that "the city's dollar should go as far as the citizen's."
Ten thousand skeleton soldiers of the North are ready and willing to testify to tho atrocities of the Southern prisonpen* ~t
A man never feels himself really appreciated until he happens to enter a barber shop where the employes are all idle.
Come, now, Mr. Prob., brace up and give us some cold weather. Those Christmas furs have got to be worn, you
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An exchange wants to know, since w-o-r-k is pronounced wirk, why p-o»r-k is not pronounced pirk? These questions Are very irksome.
Another lost city has been diaoOvered just north of tbe Caspian sea. Let the man who lost it come fotward, pay for this notice and take his old ruins away.
New York city wont have any masked balls this winter. The Board of Police have dug up an old law prohibiting them and ia determined to enforce it.
Tbe Indianapolis Herald says of Oeo. Lew Wallace as a painter: "His binary purple passes its maximum of Intensity by undue reciprocal heightening in juxtapositions of its complement." When it comes to a pen picture of an Aztec maiden, though. Lew Wallace is st heme.
I Price Five Cents
The most glowing passages in a minister's sermon will attract scarcely half the attention that centres on the man who blows his noso in church.—[Fulton Times.
The solid men of Boston are thoughtful over the case of a debtor who comes to the meeting of his creditors behind stylish pair of horses and a bright-but-toned driver, offers twenty-five cents on the dollar, and drives off again.
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reminitems.
Many ladies are discarding striped stockings for black silk ones. PMi Two' Meriden, Ct., girls gave a party just to exhibit their holiday gifts.
Celia Logan thinks married actresses should retain their maiden names, It is a wonder the lunatic asyluius are not crowded with dressmakers.—[Ex.
It is tho custom for ladies having become widows to drop their husband's initials and use their own.
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A keen satirist of our society has described atypical young lady as looking at you with an expression which said "Slap-your-face-for-two-cents."
When one Chicago lad}r wishes to express her envy or contempt for a rival's new dross, she whispers to a friend, "crooked." Tho reliable Inter-Ocean says so.
Dona Lulalia Guillen, who, at the age of one hundred and forty, claims to be the oldest lady in California, recently removed from Los Angclos to the San Jose valley for her health.
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The simplicity of the Sioux maiden is something wonderful. She runs away in the greatest confi^ion upon an opera glass being levelled at lior, thinking that it renders her clothing diaphanous.
Lucy Stone writes a letter recalling the historical fact that Bunker Hill monument was unfinished till Boston women raised the mone', and that Fanny Ellsler gave the procfle^s of gij exhibition for the capstone. U, *j
A critic says to a lady correspondent that she may dance with her son or lier lady friends, but that danefng inv the middleof a crowd, with low dresses, up to late hours, involving a good deal of apparent embracing of the opposite sex is thought to be objectionable in taste if not in principle.
The new style of holding up the dress is very simple and effective. A lady has only to transfer her muff, reticule, pocketbook, umbrella and packages to her left band, while with the right sho grasps the skirt of her dress at arm's length from tbe waist, and holds it out at an angle of forty-five dogrefs. Tlrs lifts it neatly from the ground, while it displays the entire trimming of the skirt to the woman walking behind.
It is the greatest mistake in the world to suppose that young ladies who do a large amount of flirting while in their teens, will never make good wives. We do ntt thus judge of fillies that have not been broken, and which smash buggies and other vehibles to pieces, as thoughtlessly as flirts smash hearts. The wilder they are, tho more tractable they often bccome when worked in double harness. Don't you see the similarity? Thoy only requiro a littlo more skillful care in their management.
The following incident of Chicago life is told by tho Inter-Ocean 1 A diminutive young lady, aged fifteen, carrying a bouncing baby, stepped into a North Sido car and sat beside an inquisitive gentleman. "Your child?" asked inquisitiveness, after a long stare. "Yes," said the girl. "How old aro you?" "Fifteen." "How old is tho child?" "Two years old. Any more questions?" "Yes, one. "Is it your first child?" Then she got out of tho car, and inquisitivenessdoes not know whether it was or not.
Connubialities. Jr
It is still an unsolved problem whether Mr. Hoi man Hunt is to be driven from London society for having married his wife's sister. j?
A father in Bradford county, Pa., 90 years of age, "boxed" his son's oars severely for abusing his wife. The boy is about 50 years of age.
A man who has somo "music" in his soul says that tbe most cheerful and soothing of ail fireside melodies are the blended tones of a cricket, a tea-kettle, a loving wifo and thb crowing of a baby*
A good book and a good woman are excellent things for those who know how to appreciate their values. There are men, however, who judge of both from the beauty of tbe covering.—[Buffiilo Courier. ,'v
A correspondent of the Philadelphia Press thus sums up borne noises—the bowling dog, the shrieking cat, the crowing cock, the woman at tbe plane, tbe roan with the French horn, tbe young lady who bowls, the doors which abut like tbe report of cannon, the friend who buys his boots by the pound tbe cook who warbles "Darling, I am growing old," the rattling window frames. Home noises must'endured with philosophy.