Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 6, Number 30, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 January 1876 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

[From Pomeroy's Democrat Pf.t,QUFR ij-f, 3) BY OLIVE WAYXK.

j\ fair young wife, with blushing «uBilv sewing on cambric and lac-: fashioning garment* dainty aud small, Jireathlng a prayer above them all..

A tall, strong form abovo her bent. lyove and truth In the fair faoe )leui, AH the "hope" grows strong and near Its birth, When their angel child Khali come toiarth.

There's a little cradle, cnrtalned witU lace, KhadiHg a tiny, baby face, A mother's form above it sway*. As lovingly o'er her child she prays.

Oh, make her good and pure, dear Lord, Make her to love and k«'i Thy word, Make her a stay in my fading year*, When age and sorrow bring mo tear.*.'

The prayer is heard—the years ervv on. They're kept and counted, one l»y ae The bab« becomes a lovely child, .. feweot and loving, pure and mliii.

Lightly trippinj? here and there, With laughing t-.\ e* and goldt-n W»:r, Among the flowers like a bnsy be— tr a.sunbcam bright on earth let Tatter, palU'r, the dear, little feet, Running so llKhtly, papa to meek— J«oviugly clasping hand in hand, ltlndlng hearts in love's golden ud.

steadying baby's lialtiug tread,

Our Two Neighbors.

Ono c-veniirg nathe twilight v/as duskfrit: into doeper shades, Farmer Welton rttood in his aoor yard with a gun in his hinds, and saw a do# coming out from liisslicd. It was not his dog, for his was of a light color, while this was surol'y black.

The shed alluded to was open in front, with double doors for the pas&ago of irtx, and a wicket for pedestrians at the back and this shod was part of a continuous structure connectiug tho barn with the house.

There had been trouble upon Farmer Wei ton's place. Dogs had been killing jfun sheet), and some of tho very best at that. IIo had declared, in his wrath, that ho would shoot tho iirst stray dog It? found prowling about his premises. (:i this ovoning, by chance, he bad been carrying his gun from the house to the barn, when the canine intruder appeared. Aye, and in the barn ho had been t.il^ng tlie skin from a valuable sheep which hud boon killed and ruangled with tigerish ferocity.

So, when he saw the strange dog cow* In^ through his shed, ho brought the gun to Ills shoulder, and, with aquick, Miro aim, tired. The dos gave loap nnd a howl, and having whNkei around in a circle, two or three times, ho bounded off in a tangent, yelping painfully, and was soon lost to sight.

Hallo! what's to pay now, Welton?" Ah—is that you, Frost Yes. Ve been shoot in' something ain't ye?"

I've shot a dog, 1 think." Y-o-s. I seod hitn smotln* off. It was Bracket's, I reckon."

Hol'ore tho fanner could make any further remark his wife called to him omthe porch, and he went in.

Very shortly afterward a boy and girl c.uncout through the shed as the dog

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come. Down, back of Weiton's firm, distance half a mile, or so, was a nml grist mill, with quite a little settlement around it and people having occasion to go on foot from that section the farms on the hill, cotild rot off a long distance by crossing Welton"* lot. The boy and girl wore children of Mr. llrackett. When they reached home I hey were met by a scene of dire conjslon. Old Carlo—tho grand old Ne*vf.mndUmd dog—the lovinc and tho loved—the truo and faithful—had Mine homo »b°t through the head and was dying. Tho children throw themselves upon their shaggy mate, ftnd wept and t.loaned in Agony.

Mr. Hraokett arrived just as the dog breathed Ills last. One of the older boys stood by with a lighted lantern—for It id grown mil to dark now—and the firmer saw what had happened. "Who did this?" he asked, groanlng-

*',Tohn Welton did it," said Tom Frost coming up at that moment. "He'abeen I sin* sheen, and I guess he's got kind c' wrathy."

But my dog never killed a fliecp, ever! He's been reared to care for fcoeep. How came h*down there?''

He went over to iv»e mill with sis Did me," said the younger boy, sobbing ho spake "sna he w*.s running on Ahead of ua towards home. I heard a can just before we pot to Mr. Kel ton's Tut oh, I didn't think he could hav0 shot I oor Carlo 1"

Mr. Brackett was fairly beside hl«n R.-lf. To »av he was angry would no* express IU "lie had loved that dog-it Si on the chief pet of his household for ^rs. He was not man In the hafcil ,-f «*lng profane the present o^ion o«

John Welton wid Peter been neighbors(ftom thelr wHjt days, ...j thev had been friends, too. JJetween tJe two liond of lovo and good ^Hll. and a spirit of ftatcrnal kindness and regard had marked their intercourse. Both the

They belonged to the same religious society,and ^mpathired Inpoli tics. They

had had warm discussions bat

uovef yet a direct flailing out Of the two! Woltou was the more intellectual,

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I'.athing mamma's aching head Fetching grandpa's hat and caue. Brlngingjoy and soothing pain.

A living sunbeam, warm and b:'ij,Mt Kls*ed awake at morning—to sleep at night (irectlng each one with a loving smite— Pure earth-angel, tree from guile.

The morning on 11—rati it beuuheanl Why, where can have flown our Mady bird?" Hasten, papa, run lip the stair And find our little one hiding tLeu-."

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fold aud white—Life's lesson learned, soon—the' gentle spirit's fled, Afar to Heaven sweet Ada's de«'l!

A home, whose light has forever f?,»d, A weeping mother with grief-bowed head— A father, whose dearest hope lias Jailed— A goldeu day, whose light has paled.

tattle shoes with well-worn toes— I, iid nway with the dainty clothes— Aprons und dresses— her hat and cloak— With'them her doll— all bent and broke.

Cosed the drawer—useless the k»y, Ada no more on earth will be ltobod in ansjel garments now, With gulden crown upon her brow.

A little chair set 'gainst the wall A broken hoop, an unused ball— A" little grave 'neatii the willow treeWhere t.Ue weeping mother teui tall free.

with

aud, perhaps, a little more tin pride than was his neighbor. were both hearty men, enjoying life for the good It gave them.

Jut they

Mr. Welton entered his kitchen, and stood the empty gun up behind the door. What's the matter, John?" his wife asked, as she saw his troubled face. "I'm afraid I've done a bad thing!" he replied regretfully. "I fear I have shot Brackett's dog." "Oh, John!"

But I didn't know whoso dot it was. I saw him coming out from the shedit was too dark to see morn than it was a doc. I onlv thought of the sheep I had lost, and I fired."

I am very sorry, John. Oh how Mrs. Brackett and the children will feel. They set overthing by old Carlo. But you can explain it." "Yes—lean explain it."

Half an hour later Mr. Welton was going to his barn with a lighted lantern in his hand. He was thinking of the recent unfortunate occurrence, and was sorely worried and perplexed. What woulll his neighbor say? He hoped there would bo ao trouble. He was reflecting thus when Mr. Brackett appear ed before him, eominz up quickly anc stopping him with an angry stamp of the foot.

Now there may be a volume of electric influence even in the stamp of a foot, and there was such an influence in the stamp which Brackett gave and Welton felt it and braced himself against it. There was, moreover, an atmosphere exhaling from the presence of tho irate man at once repellant and aggravating. "John Welton, you liavo shot my dog!" Tho words were hissed forth hotlv.

Yes," said Welton, icily. How dared you to doit?" "I dare shoot any dog that comes prowling about my buildings, especially when I have had my sheep killed by them."

But my dog never troubled your sheep, and you know it/' How should I know it?"

You know he never did harm to a sheep. It wasn't in his nature. It was a mean, cowardly act, and (an oath) yon shall suli'er for it."

Brackett, you don't know to whom you are talking." Oho!" (another oath) "We'll find out! We'll see! Don't put on airs, John Welton. You ain't a stunt. I'll have satisfaction if I havo totako it out of your hide

Peter, you had better go home and cool off. You are making yourself ridiculous.''

Now reallv, this was the nnki"dest cut of all. Not all the mad words of Brackett put together were so hard as this single sentence and John Welton put all the bitter sarcasm at his command into it.

Brackett burst forth into a torrent of invective, and then turned away. Ilalf an hour later, John Welton acknowledged to himself that he had not done exactly right. Had ho. in the outset—in answer to Brackett's first outburst, told the simple truth—that he had shot tho dog by mistake that he was sorry that he was willing to do anything in his power to make amends —had he done this, his neighbor would probablv have softened at once. But it was too'lato now. The blew had been struck he had been grossly insulted, and he would not back down.

Mr. Brackett was not so reflective. Ho only felt his wrath, which he nursed to keep it warm. That evening, he hitched his horse to a job wagon and went down to the village after a barrel of flour. Having transacted his store business, be called upon Lapan Pepper, a lawyer, to whom he narratud tho facts of the"shooting of his dog.

Pepper was a man anxious for fees, lie had no svmpathy or soul abovo that. You sav'vour dog was in company with two of your children

Yes." And this passage over Mr. Welton's land, and thrnugn his shed, has been freely yielded by him as a right of way to his neighbors'?"

Yes, sir, over since I can remember." Then, mv dear sir, Welton is clearly liable. If von will come with mo, we will step into Mr. Garfield's, and have a suit commenced at once." dr. Garfield was the trial justice.

Ul this happened on Friday evening. On Saturdav it had become noised abroad to the farming district that there was not onlv serious trouble between neighbors Welton and Brackett, but that thev were going to lawalout it.

On Sutvlav morning John Welton told his wife ho"should not attend church. She co/.Id go if she liked. She had no nee-srto ask her husband why he would not go out. She knew ho was unhappy, and that he could not bear to meet his old ueighbor In the house of (tod while the dark cloud was upon him. Nor did sho wish to meet either Mr. or Mrs. Brackett. So they both stayed at home.

Peter Brackett was even more miserable than John Wolton. though perhaps he did not know it. He held in close companionship the very worst domon a man can embrace—tho demon of wrathful vengeance and In order to maintain himself at the strain to which he had set his feelings, ho was obliged to nurse the monster. He did not attend church on that day, nor did his wife. Two or three tinies during the calm, beautiful Sabbath, as ho glanced over towards his neighbor's dwelling, h^ found himself beginning to wish that he had uot gone to see John Welton in snob a heat of anger but ho put the wish away and nursed back his wrath.

On Monday toward nooR, tho constable came up from the village, and read to John Welton an Imposing legal document. It was a summons issuod by William Garfield, Esq., a Justico of tho Peace and Quorum, ordering the said John Welton to appear before him, at two o'clock, on Wednesday, at his office. then and there to answer to a complaint of Peter Brackett, «te. The officer read the summons, and left with the derm

fenaant a copy. It was the first time John Welton had ever bw»n called upon to face the law. At first he was awe-stricken, and then he was wroth. He told himself that he would fight it to the bitter end. And now be tried to nurse his wrath, and became more nnbappy than before.

On Tuesdav evening, Parson Surely called upon Mr. Welton. The good man h*d heard of the trouble and was exceedingly exercised in spirit. Both the men were of bis flock, and be loved and respected them b*th. He sat down alone with W«Uon, and asked him what it meant,

Tell me, calmly and candidly, all about it," he mild. After a little reflection, Mr. Welton told the story. Me knew the old clergyman for a true man, and a whole-heart-ed friend, and told everything juat as he understood it.

And neighbor Brackett thinks, even now, that you shot the dog knowing that it was bis?"

I suppose so." If you hud told him the exact fkcta In the beginning, do you think be would haveheld his anger?"

This was a hard question for John

Welton. but be answered It manfully parson, I do not think he

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Truly,

would." "Were you ever more unhappy in your life than you jyivft.jwen ripce this trouble came

I think not." "And, if possible, neighbor Braokett Is more unhappy than you."

Do yon think so?" "Yoa. He is the most angry and vengeful."

A brief pause, tbdn the parson resumed Brother Wolton, with you are needed but a few words. You area stronger man than brother Braokett. Do you not believe he has a good heart 1

Yes." I wish you could show him how true and good your own heart Is."

Parson!"

"I wish you could show him that you possess the true Christian courage." Parson, what do mean

I wish you had the courage to meet him and conquer him." How would you have me do it "First, conquer yourself. You are not offended "No. Oo on."

And theroupon, the good old clergyman drew up his chair aud laid his hand upon his friend's arm, and told him just what he would have him do. He spoko oarnestly aud with tears in his eyes.

Brother Welton havo you the heart and courage to do this?" The fartnor arose and took two or three turns across the lloor, anil finally he said "I will dolt!" 0 0

On the following day, towards the middle of the forenoon, Peter Brackett stood in the dooryard with his head bent. He was thinking whether he should harness his liorso and be off before dinner, or whether ho would wait until afternoon. Ho could not work he could not even put his mind to ordinary chores.

I wonder," he said to himself, "how the trial will come out! I s'pose Welton'll hire old Whitman to takeliis case. Of course the oiBce'll be crowded. Tom Frost says it's noised everywhere, and that overybody'll be there. Plague take it! I wish

Ilis meditations were interrupted by approaching steps, and 011 looking up ho beheld neighbor Welton.

Good morning, Peter." 1 Brackett gasped and finally answered "Good morning," though rather crustily.

Welton went on, frankly and pleasantiy: You will go to the village to-day

I s'pose so." "I have been summoned by Justice Garfield to be there, also but really, Peter, I don't want to go. One of us will be euongh. Garfield is a fair man, and when be knows the facts he will do what is right. Now, you can state them as well as I can, ancl whatever his decision is I will abide by it. You can tell him that I shot your dog and that your dog had done me no harm."

Do you acknowledge that Carlo never harmed yon—that he never troubled your sheep?" inquirod Brackett with surprise.

It was not his nature to do harm to anything. I am sure he would sooner have saved one of my sheep than have killed it."

Then what did you shoot him for?" That is what I was just coming at, Peter. You will tell the justice that I had lost several of my best sheep—killed bv dogs—that I had just been taking the skin from a fat, valuable wether that had been so killed and mangled—that I was on my way from my house, with my gun in my hand, when I saw a dog come out from my shed. My first thought was that he had come fiom my sheep-fold. It was almost dark, and I could not see plainly. Tell the Justice that I bad no idea it was your dog. I never dreamed that I had fired that cruel shot at old Carlo until Tom Frost told me."

How You didn't know it was mv dog?" "Peter, have you thought so hard of me as to think that I could knowingly and willingly have harmed jthat grand old dog I would sooner have shot one of my own oxen."

But you didn't tell me so at first. Why diiln't you Because you came upon me so—so— suddenly."

O, pshaw!" cried Brackett, with a stamp of his foot. "Why don't you spit it out as it was? Say I came down on YOU so like a hornet that you hadn't a "banco to think. I—I was a blamed fool!—that's whnt I was."

And I was another, Peter if had not been I should havo told you the truth at once, instead of flaring up. But wo will understand it now. You can ?oo the Justice "Justice be hanged!—John—Dan}.* it all! what's the uso? There! Let us nd it so!"

From her window Mrs. Brackett li^d seen tbe two men come together, and she trembled from the result. By and by she saw her husband, as though flushedand excited, put out his hand. Mercy! was ho going to strike his neighbor? Sho was ready to cry out with affright— the crv was almost upon her lips—when she beheld a scene that called forth rejoicing instead. And this was what she saw

She saw thero two strong men grasp one another bvtho hand,and she saw bright tears rolling down their cheeks and she knew that tho fearful storm was passed, and that tho warm sunshine of love and tranquility had come aga'n.

POLITENESS PA YS.

Pelitenoss to others should always characterize a person's conduct, whether it find appreciation or not. A remarkable instance of gratltnde for a little attention to an aged man Is given here

A Parisian gentleman, named M. Delsole, has just inherited a fortune under rather singular auspices. About three vears ago, being in the act of purchasing some cigars at a tobacconist's, he noticed an old man. neatly but simdressed, who was trying in vain te exfblo gas jet front of all cigar shops

& his pipe at the which bangs in front In Paris. His hands, shaking with palsy refused to hold the light ateadily, and he strove in vain to apply it to the bowl of his pipe at the risk of scorching his face. 3*1. Delsole came to the rescue, held the light fbrtbe old gentleman, and then went out. responding merely by a bow to tbe thanks which he received.

Hsrdly had he reached the sidewalk, however, when he was followed bv the old man, who begged to be told his name ana address. Wishing to get rid of this somewhat important gratitude, he hastily gave them and went bis way. A few days ago he was waited upon by a lawyer who came to announce to him his inheritance of a larrge fortune left to him by one M. Donon, who had died without heirs, and wboee pipe he had once lighted.

There are few, very few, that will

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAiJL.

WASHING TON PEOPLE.

The Changes 0/ Ten Years.

Col. Alexander McClure in his editorial correspondence with the Philadelphia Times says:

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SOME WORDS ABOUT WATVHES. Watch" is from a Saxon word signifying to wake. At first the watch was as largo as a saucer it had weights, and wa* us?d as a "pocket clock.'* The earliest known use of tho modern name occurs in a record of 1552, which mentions that Edward VI had "one larum or watch of iron, tho case being likewise of iron gilt, with twoplummetts of lead." The first great improvement, the substitution of the spring for weights, was in 1550. The earliest springs were not coiled, but only straight pieces of stce!. Early watchee'liad only ono h»nd, and required winding twice a day. The dials were of silver or brass the cases had no crystals, but opened at tbe back and front, and were fourcr five inches in diameter. A plaid watch cost the equlvaleut df f1,600 in currency, and after one was ordered it took a year to make it. There is a watch in a Swiss museum only three three-sixteenths of an inch In diameter, inserted in the top of a pencil-case. Its little dial indicates not only hours, minutes and seconds, bbt also days of the month. It is a relic of old times, when watches were inserted in saddles, snuff-boxes, shirt-studs, breast-pins, bracelet# and finger rings. Some were fantastic—oval, octangular, cruciform, or in the shape of pearl, meltons, tulips or coffins.

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themselves in a mistake.—[Swift*

pigs' feet, which are now fur

nished on the bills of lire at the restaurants, are jocoselv known as "Irish quail."

It la well now and then to turn back to tho shattered landmarks of the past and take note of the ravages of 'lime's relentless acytho. A full decade has written ita records alnco I have been more than the casual and hasty visitor in Washington. For its whirl of fashions, its straggle of ambition, Its super flcial, fleeting honors, and its unsatis-

there were smitten when mothers were widowed and bereaved when children were orphaned with helplessness added to sorrow, duty to otbors, which was then duty to country, made me femiliar with'tbe inner sanctoariee of powor and brought me regretfully close to the idols wo worshipped. There were faces and forms visible everywhere in the Capital city then which were familiar to all. The sad countenance of Lincoln was unveiled to the peoplo, nnd bis ungraceful gait was recognized on the street as he hurried to and from the army headquarters, the War and the Navy and the State Departments, unconscious of the gaze that followed him. The nervous step of the great War Minister might theu bo seen as he songht the counsels of his chief, or sent a holiday soldier to the front by a wave of iinnd or a toss of the head. He fashioned armies as if by magic, and hnried them npon each other to reap in the terrible harvest of death. It WAS life f«r country, and he paused not in the sacrifice, until rebellious armies perished. The polished grace and stately form (A Chase, with his genial, intellectual sunshine and unselfish patriotism, ruled among tbe money-changers, nnd taught them that National honor and credit are the first attributes of National life. Stevens, "grand, gloomy and peculiar," fearless to a fault, able above all his fellows, and always faithful, even though not always wise, was the cotnmonor of the Republic—the ono position that was never attained unearned. Wilson, sensible, practical and safe rather than profound, a wise counselor in the new issues for which the statesmanship of the world furnished

precedents, was the

leader who calmed the conflicts of passion and ambition and recalled men to fidelity. Sewajrd, tho brilliant, plodding, hopeful dreamer, whose visions vanished only to nerve him for the long aud bloody conflSct, was the diplbmatist of his age and mastered the scienced schools of state craft of the civilized world. These, with scores of others upon whom tho Nation leaned in its sorest trial, have almost? ceased to be missed in this ever-changing panorama of political greatness. I looked down upon the Senate to-day, and was startled as I turned from chair to chair only to meet with strange faces. But I had forgotten that since the coming of those men in 1861, well nigh half a generation has passed from earth, and the sands of the glass run as ceaselessly in high places as among the lowly ana unknown. Of all the men who will be remembered as of those who bnilded wiser than they knew for the disenthrallment of popular government, but few remain, and they are bowed andl furrowed by the waste of years. Ilhinlin is still in his place, but when I recall that twenty years have hastened by since, in the old Senate Chamber of €iav and Webster and Calhoun and Buchanan and Benton, he proclaimed the resolution of his State to tbe coming supremacy, it is not strange that his eye- is dimmed and his step unsteady. Cameron answers Senate roll call as be ird a third of a centurv ago, but he approaches his four score years with visible sunset, shadows gathering about him. Anthony is yet heie, but withered by the frosts of many winters, and Sherman, younger than his fellow veterans, has lost tho -fire andelasticity of his brilliant leadership in the House two decades ago. And there the chapter ends. All, all of those who made up the memorable Senate of 1S61, save the few I name, have passed from tho scenes of their greatness, and few are among the living to see tho fruition of their work. The younger Bayard worthily fills his father's chair, and the Confederate warriore Gordon and Hansom sit face to face with Bruce, tho dusky bondman, who reached the full stature of citizenship through the flame of battle that diseomiitted tbem. Tho carpet-bagger still lingers ever tbe desolation I10 has wrought in tho Commonwealths he mocks in the name of freedom, and shames tho Senate with each returning day,as be struts about it awkwardly crowned with its withered chaplets. One by one they fall unwept us the reconstructed insurgents take their places, and step by step, like the advance of a great army, the Democrat and the Independent answer wliero were hoard tho voices of men who forgot country in blind or corrupt partisanship. Two speak for the land of steady habits ©no sits besid* Conkling another is tho colleague of Cameron another tills the place of Wade: another foreshadows tbo fate of Morton another tells of the revolution in Michigan another reflects the protests of Minnesota another bears testimony that Wisconsin will not bow to the party yoke another tells tho story of Williams' overthrow in tho far Northwest, and from the Golden State comes the fearless ad monition of Booth. Of all the original Lincoln Administration only Cameron, Welles and Blair survive, and Cameron litly stands alone in the party line. Such arc" the changes of fifteen jears such the lessons of human ambition.^ -It,'

GOLDEN WORDS.,

He conquers who endures. Much learning shows how little mortals know.

Pride sleeps in a gilded crown—contentment in a cotton night-cap. Self-deception—the art which has arrived the nearest to perfection.

Strength is born In tbe deep silence of long suffering hearts.—[Hemans. Liberty of thinking and expressing our thoughts is always fetal to priestly power, and those pious frauds on which ft la commonly founded.—{Hume.

Thinkers sre scarce as gold but he whose thoughts embrace all his subject, pursues it uninterruptedly and fearless of consequence, is a diamond of enormous sizo —[Lavater.

Many do with opportunities as children do at the seashore, fill their little bands with sand, and then let tbe grai1*8 (all through, one by one, till all are gone.—[Rev. F. Jones.

Wo may imitate tho Deity in all his attributes, but mercy is the only one in which we can pretend to equal him. We cannot, iHdeed, give like God but surely we may forgive like him.—[Sterne

The Creator does not intend that the greatest part of mankind should come into the world with saddles on their backs and bridles in their mouths, and a few ready booted and spurred to ride the rest to death.

Lifo is made up, not of great sacrifice or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort.— [Sir Humphrey Davy.

To understand tho world is wiser than to condemn it. To study the world is better than to shun it. To use the world is nobler than to abuse it. To make the world better, lovelier and happier is the noblest work of man or woman.

The normal condition of man is happiness. This every joint proved, every U&oscle demonstrates. Misery is man's work, not God's. It grows out of our false laws, our wrong customs, our evil habits and tho inharmonious adjustments of society.

Friendship is so sweet a thing that It carries with it the temptation to excessive Indulgence. Even when tho utmost congeniality exists, it may be abused for example, when one is influenced to slight the calls of duty, that the more time may be gained for hearty luxury.

Providence has decreed that those common acquisitions money, gems, plate, noble mansions and dominion— should) be sometimes bestowed on the indolent and unworthy but those things which constitute our true riches, and which aire properly our own, must be procured by our own labor.

Bacoiv savs: "Men's thoughts are much according to their inclination their discourse and speeches accordingto their learning and infused opinions but their deeds are after as they have been aceostonied —as some one else strikingly observes:

Our deode have tmvoled with us from nfar, Aud what we have been makes us what we are." ,t 4t,

ROSSSTS DUEL IN THE DARK. A letter from Paris to The St. Louis Globe-Democrat relates this pleasant little fabrication of tbe prowess of the actor Rossi:

One evening, in an Italian town, Rossi was giving a farewell representation before his departure for Milan, and it was necessary to take an early train in order to arrive"at the scene of his new labors on the following afternoon. Near the orchestra was a group of fashionably dressed ladies and gentlemen, who whispered and talked together rather more loudly than was strictly in good taste. Rossi, who was playing Hamlet, endured it as long as he could, then lie came qwickly down to the footlights, saving:

I shall ceaso spoaking unless you do." Naturally, the public applauded, and the disturbers were compelled to retire. Alter 1 he performance was over, Rossi found card from one of tho gentlemen who bad been reproved. Appended to the card was a challenge. The town had already heard a rumor that there was to be a duel as the result of Rossi's rebuke, and the gendarmes had received orders to prevent it and to arrest any parties who should endeavor to tight. Rossi went to the house

Rossi ventured again to remark that it was then 7 o'clock, and that bis train left at 8. "Well," said tho Judge, "now that the servant of the law has spoken, listen to the samo man in tho character of a friend. I was at the theater lost eve ning. Your acting is divine you were quite right to punish that blackguard. I know that they are expecting yoH In Lombardy so-^here Is a ring which please accept in token of my admiration, and—good morning." jr,

Ros^i reached tbe train in tiroe,fe v*r» -.t STRANGE, UT TR Vh. It Is natural for people suffering with Consumption, Coughs, Severe Colds, or any other disease of the Throat and Lungs, to put off from day to day buying an article that they know baa cured their neigbbo frieno, or yet they have no faith in it until It to too late. It you will go to your Druggists Groves Lowry, and get a bottle of BOSCHEK'S UKKMA*

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challenger and said: "We can s«-ttle this little affair with a brace of pistols in my rooms at tho hotel. Will you conm there? We shall be certain not to be distjorbed."

Tho other consented, aud they had already taken their positions, pistols in hand, at opposite ends of Rossi rooms, when the landlord, who suspected something wrong, knocked, anu inquired if "Signor Rossi was ill, as there was a light in his room so late." Tho two antagonists held a burried whispered consultation.

The best thing wo can do," said Rossi, "is to extinguish tho lights." That do*K\ and some excuse offered, tbe landlord was satisfied, and retired. "Now," said Rossi, "we will each lieht a cigarette, and those will servo to aim at in the midst of the darkness." Two minutes later the pistols were fired, the challenger bad a bullet In his shoulder and Rossi was unharmed. But the noise of the shots was tho signal for tho arrival in tho chamber of tho police, who kept a wratch on the actor's movements and who brought him to jail. Taken in the morning before a Justice of the Peace, ho macfe a little speech in his own behalf, adding that lie had but a few minutes before him in which to reach the train, and that he was anxious not to break his engagement in Milan. Tho Judge received him coldly, and said •hat "such an offense as that of last night merited five years in prison."

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Saturday Evening MATT, FOR THE YEAR 1875-6.

A MODEL WEEKLY PAPER FOR THE HOME.

,, TERMS:

One yenr, (with chronio) 12 Oo Six months, (without chromo)....^....„_ 11 00 Three months, (without chromo) ....56 eta.

Mail mil office Subscriptions will, lnvariably, be discontinued at expiration ef time paid for.

Encouraged by the extraordinary success which has attended the publication of THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, the publisher has perfected arrangements by which It will henceforth be one of the most popular papers in the Wat. ,*1

THE CHOICE OP

Two Beautifal Chromos

Presented to each yearly subscriber, from and after this date. These beautiful pictures Just from the hoods of the French chrom artiste, are faithfW copies of oil paintings by the artiut W. II. Baker, of Brooklyn. Oae, entitled

'"Cherry Time"

Represents a bright faced boy, coming fronrf the orchard, bountifully laden with the redripe fruit. The othes, entitled 1

"Lily of the Field""

Is a beautiful little girl, with ene of the sweetest of faces, gathering lilies in the field. One is a wood scene, the other has an open meadow in the back ground. They are of striking beauty.

For one dollar e*tra (I&.00 in all,) we will send The Mall one year and both chromos mounted ready for framing. These pictures ore catalogued and sold in the art stores at FOUR DOLLARS EACH.

FRAMES.

We have made arrangements with au extensive manufactory of frames by which we can furnish for One Dollar a framo usually sold for 81.50 and 81.75. These frames are of the best polished walnut and gilt. Here is the

t" BILL Of PRICES. The Mail one year and choice of Chromo 82 00 The Mail one year and Beth Chromes mounted 8 00 The Mail one year and Both Chroinos

FRAMED 6 00

THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL is an Independent Weekly Newspaper, elegantly printed on eight pages «f book paper, and aims to be, In every sense, a Family Paper. With this aim In view, nothing will appear in its columns that cannot be read aloud in the most refined fireside circle.

CLUBBING WITH OTIIKR PERIODICALS. We are enabled to offer extraordinary inducements In the way of clubbing with other periodicals. We will furnish THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, PRICE 82.00 PER YEAR, and eithe*' of the abovo Chromos with any of the periodicals enumerated below at greatly reduced rates. These periodicals will be sent direct from the offices of publication. Here is the list:

SEMI-WEEKLY.

Semi-Weekly New York Tribune, price 88.00, The Mail and Chromo. $4 60

WEEKLY PAPERS.

Indianapolis Journal, price 82.00, The Mall aud Chromo 88 50 jndianftpolti Sentinel, price 82.01), The

Mall and Chroino 8 60 N. Y. Tribune, price 82JJ0, The Mail and Chromo 3 50 Toledo Blade, price 82.80, The Mail and

Chromo 8 50 N. Y. Sun. The Mail and Chroino S 00 Prairie Farmer, prlec S2.00, The Mail and Chromo 8 «6 WcHtcrn Rural, prioe 82.50, The Mail and

Chromo 3 50 fhicapo Advancc, price 83.00, The Mail .tnd Chromo 4 59 Chicago Interior, price 82.50, The Mail and Chromo 4 00 Chicago Inter-Ocean, price $1.50, 'I he

Mail and Chromo 8 25 Appleton'a Journal, price 81.00, The Mail and Chromo 6 25 Rural New Yorker, prioe 83.00, The Mali and Chromo 4 26 Hearth and flr*ne, price 83.00, The Mail and Chronio 4 50 Mdhodint, price $2.50, The Mall and

Chromo 3 50 Harper'* Weekly, price $4.00, The Mail and Chromo^ 5 60 Harper't Haxarr, price 84.00, The Mall and Chromo 6 50 Frank Indies Illustrated Newspaper, price 81.00, The Mail and Chronio 6 00 LetlicM Chimney Corner, price 84.00, The

Mail and Chromo 6 00 Jioyx' and fiirU' Weekly, price 82.50, the Mail aud Chromo 8 75

MONTHLIES. .'

Arthur11 Home Magazine, price 82.50, The Mail and Chromo 84 00 PrtrrMm'» Magazine, price 82,00, The

Mall and Chromo, 3 50 American Aariculiuriat, price 81.50, The Mall and Chromo 8 00 &eu%orest's Monthly, price 13,00, 1 year,

The Mall and Chromo 4 85 Godey't Lady's Book, price 83.00, The Mail and Chromo 4 60 Little Corporal, price 81.50,

The Mall and

Chromo 8 60 Scriimer's Monthly, price 84.00, The Mall and Chromo 5 20 Atlantic Monthly, price 84.00, The Mall and Chromo 6 20 Old and New, price 94.00, Tho Mall and

Chromo 6 00 Overland Monthly, price 84UX), Tbe Mall and Chromo 6 00 Harper'* Magazine, price 84.00, The Mail and Chromo 5 50 Gardener's Monthly, price82.00, The Mall nnd Chromo 8 50 Young Folks Rural, The Mail and Chronio.. 2 75 The Nursery, price 81.50, The Mail ana

Chromo.— 3 10 St. Nicholas, price 83.00, The Mall and Chromo 4 40

All the premiums offered by the above pub licatlons are included in this clubbing arrangement.

CLUBBING WITH COUNTY PAPERS. We have made arrangements to furnish THE MAIL, with Chromo, and any one of the Newspapers in the neighborhood of Terre Haute all for 83M.

JUST LOOK AT IT?

Tbe Mall, price 82 00 Your County papor, price 2 00 The Chromo, worth... 4 00

Total S3 00

All these—88for 88.00.

Add rem P. H. WESTFALL, Publisher Saturday Evening Mail, TERREHAUTE, INC