Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 19, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 October 1877 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TEBRB HAUTE, OCT. 28,1877.

THE WORKMAN'S WIFE.

wife no Jewels hath

._ave one plain ring she wears, Few roses strew ber dally path Of humble household cares To deck her bead with gorgeous plumes

No bird of beauty mourns, No wondrous weft ef canning looms Her graceful form adorns Bnt she's the bright best jewel of

My busy, tolling life. Whose wish is but to live and love AM helpmeet and as wife.

White is her gown at morn—a fair, Ho ft robe at evening's hour, And, if aught she wear in her dark hair,

Tin & simple wlldwood flower But, oh! the kiss that bids me forth,

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Light-hearted to my work, Surpasseth all the flowers of earth That In the greenwood lurk, And the glance that lights me home at last.

When theday's long task Is through, Is sweeter than in sunward cast ... From violets deck'd with dew, From her sort arms our baby spreads

IU chubby hands and crows, The glancing flrelight round their heads "t£ It*saintly halo throws -nil 5 And sometimes when 1 see theao so,

Or in the doorway stand. it jrfi Teuched by the sunlight's rosy glow,. With p«aceon ever nand, (If* My houghts revert with reverent love, unto the picture mild That Raphael wrought so purely of it1

Madonna and her child. 7

Few are the hours we snatch from toll, *7* Bread«winners in the strife— We've little of the corn and oil, m.v.4

And all the cares of life ,t j. Yet whiffs we have of country air Hometirnes on afternoons, With birds and flowers, in park and square,

That are such grateful boons And we envy noi the rich and proud, Whose teams and coaches gay ... We yet may watch and swell the crowd

That lines thfir flashing way.

And, best of all. we never mope Apart in grief—alone When heart to heart speaks comfort, hope

Ne'er quite deserts her throne, Hard times upon iss often press, We've bread and little more $"*. But whatever cup of bitterness Ifrj,

May be for me In store, 1 know my wife will drain her part, Though it mantles dark and high, .- And I know the lofve that brims her heart

W1 I never never die.

MISS DABNEY.

It had "been universally conceded among Louise Dabney's friends that she waa not a favorite with gentlemen—that fortuno so essential to feminine well-be-ing. Whether it was from lack of beauty (though about that there were diversities of opinions), or because of a cold and critical manner, a certain reserve irresponsive to the masculine touch stone, an innate disdain of flirtation, of making an effort to please one sex wore than another, who could say? Louise was herself aware that she inspired the inascullno heart with no serious sentiments, and nhn may have wondered secretly by what spells other girls who were not so well bred nor so intelligent, and certainly no fairer, gathered groups of lovers about them, "while she stood by alono and unonred for—not that she coveted a plurality—but what charm had thflj to which she could noi aspire? Every woman loves admiration and it Is not to be supposed that I^ouise Dabnoy was superior to this amiable weakness. •Louise has novor had a fliHation, a love atTrtir, or a proposal,' her friends would have told you but they were not quite correct in their verdict. She had had 'an interest,' to put it mildly, ever since that dreadful night on the Continent when hor uncle had been brought lifeless into the little out of the way

laco among the mountains, and bad left alone among people speaking an unfamiliar jargon, with the sea rolling between bersolf and home: and Loring Northeote had come to her aid though a total stranger, had taken her burdens upon bluiself, and had been like a shadow in a weary land to the desolate girl, and had dually escorted her home across the sea, with his widowed sister as chaporon. Since that period there had been moro or less intercourse betvvoen them, to be sure, but the half tender regard he had manifBstod toward her had seemed to crystalline, without developing into anything moro personal and particlar. •It is only bis way with all women,' she said, Aud excused him in her heart. And when she had thanked him for all his kindnesses, and said, 'How can I ever reward you 'By always coming to mo when you ueed kindness,' he had added, but he thought, 'She is less emotional than a sphinx.' And though Louise had more than half expected that relations would grow closer as time spod, had, perhaps, somo right to expect it, yet Mr. Nortobcoto had nover advanced a step tv-arer and if she had abandoned hope, the liauio still smouldered, ready to be rekindled by a word, a touch, and nobody the wiser, not even the httersatpd friends, who thought Louise neglected her opportunities that any other girl would have bad an offor, at lonst, under the circumstances.

It was tho following season, which she spent at the fine old mansion of a friend, when, sseIng the company dis|

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when, seeing too company uispwsiug day after day two®, she resolved to amuse heraclf likfe the rest —to do as the Romans. Every woman likes to believe that she has her own little attrac

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and how nho to make sure of it if she attracted nobody? Besides, there was nothing ?laa to do, To abstain from the popular atnuaeuuent seemed like reproaching those who engaged In it. Mr. Leroy seemed to adopt her views. If she walked, he followed her like a shadow if the river allured, his boat Was at hand

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der, he handled the reins like a Jehu. Their acquaintance had begun, moreover, under the moat favorable auspices, to take a romantic view of It. She had disoovored that her pocket had been picked on the ear* of both money and tickets. A handsome stranger steps forward to the relief of the distressed dam«M*l gratitude on one hand, gallantly on the other be baa established a claim to conversation, and discovers that they are both bound for the

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boanitftble roof at Valley Farm. Could a flirtation be ushered in more propitiously? •IWlly,' whispered Mrs. Furnlss. a fortnight later, sitting on the verandah and looking toward Louise, who sat In the hammock which Leroy waa lastly swinging, 'I believe Miss Dabney has made an impression.' •Who la Mr* Leroy aaked the gentleman to whom ahe spoke, and who bad juat arrived in the last train. •A capital catch.' 'Alliterative at least. And haa Mtas Dabney landed him •Sho could If she would. It ia'nt his fauKifabehasnt.' *1 shouldn't say that Mlas Dabney was susceptible.* •How did you find that out, Mr.Nortbcot« ]an?Wcd the hostess.

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fore, I confess.' 'Is thia a flirtation •On her aide, yea. It's her very indifference that attracts Leroy. He's used to being made much of, and to have the girls thrown at bis head, so to speak. Aa she doesn't want to marry him, she can afford to be audacious.' 'I didn't think she would oondeaoend to flirt.' 'Yon seem to have made a study of Miss Dabney. I think she didn't wish to be left out in the cold. All my guests seem to be paired off this season. It on will have to devote yourself to me, Mr. Northeote, unless I import another 'blessed damosel.' •Don't I beg I am content with the blessings the gods have provided.' •You might dispute Louise with Mr. Leroy, to be sure.' •True. Let us begin by interrupting

•Mr. Northeote,' said Louise,4 this is a pleasure for which Mrs. Furtiss had not prepared us.' 'Excuse me, but your friend doesn look as if he regarded it in that light,' said Northeote, aside. 'I hope I am not de tropJ 'I didn't know that such hiunility as that hope suggests was a trait of your sex.' •Shall I go away again?' .• •/., •Why, certainly not, immediately it would look as if I had snubbed you.' •And I'm not sure but you have.'

It was doubtless pleasant to have a spectator witness her refutation of the popular prejudice respecting her want of attraction, and that the spectator be Mr. Northeote added piquancy to the affair. 'At least he will see that somebody finds me worth cultivating,'she reflected. But in spite of this she found herself incapable of entering into the spirit of the flirtation with the same unconcern after Northoote's arrival. She felt a perpetual insane desire to shorten the walks and drives, that she might hasten back to his neighborhood, and know just how he was passing the. time, that she might see his face and hear his voice. But the further she withdrew, the closer Leroy pursued, the old adage that a bird in hand is worth two in the bush not holding good in love affairs. But when Miss Dabney ventured to flirt, she did notknow it entailed serious results. She had such small belief in her powers of fascination that she would have laughed at the idea of Mr. Leroy being in danger or in earnest. There was no one else at leisure to receive his attentions, to listen to his gushing when other women arrived,all this would be tranaferred, and she would slip back into her natural state of isolation and neglect. Didn't she know that Leroy's tender Bpeeeches meant nothing, that his dovotion was only perfect from practice But when the genuine article was not to be had, it was

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to play at love—better half a than no oread at all. The family bad been picnicking in the woods one afternoon, where the pine needles made a carpet, and a frolicsome brook capered and bubbled down from its mountain source. Leroy and Louise had wandered away to collect brush wood to boil the tea kettle, but had gathered flowers instead: and when the sunset had begun to fade, and warned to return to their party, they found it was something more easily said than done. After some time spent in a vain search for the right path, they seated themselves on a mossy log till Louise should recover breath and strength, and studied such fragments of constellations as peered through the branches overhead, and listened to the lonely pathos of the whippoorwill, and made the place ring with their chorus, not much daunted by the situation, Leroy happy enough in the protracted seclusion which had befallen him. Later he had waxed sentimental and poetical, and she had laughed at and interrupted his loftiest flights. •Were you ever in love, Miss Dabney?' ho ftskod •Scores of times from the age of six. Isn't that everybody's experience •Not mine,' he returned. 'I was never in love but once.' 'And who was the happy creature?'she asked, recklessly, thinking he referred to some hobbledehoy era.

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Who was she Why do you speak in the sad imperfect?' •You don't mean to say—' •I mean to say that the only woman I ever loved, or shall love, is—' •Oh, hark!' cried Louise, rising. 'I hear footsteps—pardon the digression. •Lo, the conquering hero comes!'she sang. 'Oh, Mr. Northeote, how glad I am to see you! I didn't know as we should get home till morning,' as that gentleman waved the brand he bad stolen from their gypsy Are, and shouted,'Eureka.' •I didn't know but I was de irop again, when I found you and Leroy taking it so cozlly,'said Northeote later, as be opened Mrs. Furniss's garden gale for Louise to enter, Leroy having been already captured by the hostess. 'I feared I had mistaken my vocation, and had not been cut out for a discoverer.? •Indeed, I was never so glad to see you in my life.' •Really Was it so bad as that •We were so hungry.' •I thought he looked as if he would like to eat me.' *1 doubt if you would be tender.' •I could be, Miss Dabney, depend on it^-both tender and true. There, don start. You thought you had escaped Charbydis only to tall upon Scylla. Upon my word, I was afraid you would have accepted Leroy before I could find you.' 'Yo ou thought I was to be had for the asking.' •I 1 eared yon were not to be had at all.' 'But why should you have cared if I had accepted forty Mr. Leroys 'Because, in the first place, it would be a little unusual, and because I thought you might do better.' 'Thank you. I will go in now. Weie there any letters to-night, Mrs. Furniss?' •Here are two for Mr. Loring Northeote, ditto Miss Melliah, and one—yes, one—for Miss Dabney,' replied that lady. 'I don't know the hand,' said Louise, turning it over and studying the postmark. 'Fairfield. I never heard of the place before. Some mistake, 1 fear.' •Fairfield,' repeated Leroy, catching the word, and speaking on the impulse, with a heightened color. 'It's a new summer resort. There's soaie sort of water there good for blues and bllioua-

Louise opened the letter. Miss DABNKT '(It began),—4You may think it an Intrusion for me to addrem von, bnt I hear that you are ataying at Valley Farm, under the same roof with Mr. Leroy, and that to is falling a tIoUm to your crual spell. I beg yon to •and blm back to me. He hi mine: be is ail I have. I oannot live without him. Before he met you he was all my own. Have meray and send him back to me heart whole! What will it signify to you ?—only one conquest the leaa among your acorea, white It will mean either lifo-loug misery or happinosa, as yon may choose, to Ltzsnt Latton.

The gentlemen hid gone to the took* ing and the ladies of the bouse

TERRE HAUTE «AT UR1)AY EVENING MAIL

were chatting merrily about her aa ahe read. Mr. Leroy bad been trembling on the brink of a proposal that very night, and yet be was engsged to be married. How dflrod bo mention iflv® to ber? But had site been blamehls*? Hadn't ahe flirted deliberately with another girl'a lover? What disaster had ahe wrought in her mad pursuit of an admiration which she did not value! What oould she say to blm How could ahe send him back At what expense had her vanity been flattered Jnst to prove that she was attractive like other women, she bad worked this wrong. To be sure, she had bad no experience to guide her. She had supposed that the boundaries of flirtation and love making were more clearly defined. She had never meant to make Leroy love her but, whatever she bad meant, it was all (me to this poor foolish Lixette. Her regrets and self accusations beset her so sorely that she was obliged to leave the gay raillery about her and take refuge upen the verandah, where the shadows bid ber and leaning her bead against the lattice, where the dew drenched passion flowers sheok out their sweetness, the hot tears filled and overflowed her eyes, and sobs seemed to tear ber heart asunaer. 'Tears, idle tears,' Louise,' whispered some one whose neighborhood she had not heeded. 'Can I help you Shall I stay and try •Nobody can help me, Mr. Northeote. I have done such a dreadful thing! 1 have—yes, I have been flirting with another woman's lover. She has written to tell me so—to beg I will send him back to her. He is sll she has, she says.

And I—I don't care a fig for him and what shall I do if he asks me to marry him, as be may, you know •As he would have done, if I hadn't arrived in the nick of time, to-night.' •What shall I do? How shall I send him back heart whole. •You would avoid the dreaded question, Infancy, if he were to hear to-mor-row that—that you belonged to somebody else that some one had stolen a march on him—if he were to hear that you belonged—to me.' 'Oh, Mr. Northeote, to you! You don't want to own such a mischief maker.' •I want to own you, Louise.'

Mr. Leroy, strolling out from the smoking room, was petrified by the shadow of a pair of embracing lovers, cast by the late rising moon. 'Checkmated, by Jove!' he muttered reflectively. 'No fun hanging about here any longer. I had better go back to Lizette.'

WHY SHE NEVER MARRIED.

vi AUNT SALLY'S STORY.

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'Now Aunt Sally, please tell us why you never got married. You know you said once that when you were a girl you were engaged to a minister and promised you would tell about it sometime. Now, aunt, Dlease do.' •Well, if I ever did see such girls in my born days. It's tease, tease, from morning till night you must know all about everything you haven't no business to know anything about. Such inquisitive, pestiverous critters as you are! When I was young, «irls were different, they minded their business, and didn go sailing around with a whole string of beaux, getting their heads filled with all kinds of nonsense. I never dared to ask my aunts, married or single, about any of their affairs.' Pretty mess I'd have got in if I had. When they offered to tell me anything of their own accord, I kept my mouth shut and listened. Everything is different nowadays young folks have no respect for their elders. But as I see I'm not going to have any peace till I do tell you, why just listen, and don't let me hear a word out of any of your mouths till I get through.' •That's right, Aunt Sally, go right ahead, do, and we will keep perfe«tly still.' •Well, you see, when I was seventeen years old, I was living in Ulica, in the State of New York. Though I say it myself, I was quite a good looking girl, then, and bad several beaux. The one that took my fancy most was a young minister, a very promising young man, and remarkably pious aud steady. He thought a good deal of me, and I kind of took a fancy to him, and things ran on till wo were engaged. One evening he came to see me—I remember it as well as if it wore only yesterday. When be came into the parlor where I was alone, he came up to me—but now, pshaw! girls, I don't like to tell the rest.? 'Oh, Aunt Sallj, for merev's sake, don't stop tell us what he did.' •Well, as I said, he came up to me, and put his arms around me and rather hugged me it was a long time ago^ and I don't know but what I might have hugged him back a little. Then I felt— but ju3t now clear out, every one of you I shan't tell you any more!' 'Goodness, gracious, no, Aunt Sally. Tell us how you felt. Didn't you feel good? And what did he do next?' •Ob such torments as you arc! I was like any other girl, and pretty soon I pretended to be mad about it, and pushed him away, though I wasn't mad a bit. You must know that the house where 1 lived was on ono of the back streets of the town. There were alass doors in the parlor, which opened rfght out over the street and no balcony nor anything of the kind in front of the house. As it was in the summer season these doors were open and the sbniters drawn to. I stepped back a little from him, and when be edged up close I pushed him again. I pushed more than I intended to, and don't yon think, girls, the poor fellow lost his balance and fell through one of tho doors into the street. Yes, it's so. As be fell I gave a scream and caught him—but I declare 1 won't tell anything more. I'm going to leave the rooui.' •No, no. Aunt Sally. How did you catch blm? Did it hurt him much?' •Well, if I must. He fell bead first, and as he was going through I caught him by the legs of his trowsers. I held on for a minute and tried to poll him back, but his suspenders gave way, and the poor young man fell clear out of his

There, that's right squall and giggle as much as you want to. Girls that can't hear a little thing like that without tearing around the room, and be-he-ing in such a way, dont know enongh to come home when it rains. A nice time the man who marries one of yon will have, won't be? Catch me telling you anything again.' •But, Aunt Sally, what became of him? Did you ever see him again?' •No the moment bo touched the ground be got up and left that place in a terrible hurry. I tell yon it waa a sight to be remembered to see how that man did run. Father happened to be coming up the street at the time, and be said be never saw anything to equal it in his whole life. I baud others say that he did the tssteet running ever known In that part of the country, and that be never stopped to look behind him until he was two miles oat of town. He sent me a note a few days afterwards, sayini the engagement most ue broken off, am be never oould look me in the faceagain after what bad happened. He went out West, and 1 believe be Is preaching out

in Illinois. But he never married. He was very modest, and I suppose he was so bsdly frightened that time, he never dared trust himself near a woman again. That, girls, is the reason I n^ver got married. I felt very bad about it for a long time, for he was a real good man, and I've often the ught to myself that we should have always been happy if his suspenders hadn't given way.

OLD POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS. The following superstitions, handed down by traditions from the past, are fervently believed in, in many parts of this Country, and by people who rank among jtbejuaost.iriteUigsnt -w^..

White specks on the nails are luck. Whoever reads epitaphs loses his

To rock the .cradle when empty is injurious to*tho child. To eat while a bell is tolling for a funeral causes toothache.

The crowing of a hen indicates some

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a mouse gnaws a gown, some

misfortune may be apprehended. He who has teeth wide asunder must seek his fortune in a distant land.

Whoever finds a four-leaf trefoil— shamrock—should wear it for good luck. When children play soldiers on the roadside it forebodes the approach of war.

Beggar's bread should be given to children who are slow in learning to

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a cbild less than twelve months old be brought into a cellar he becomes fearful.

A child grows up proud if suffered to look into a mirror while less than twelve months old.

Ho who proposes moving into a new house must send in beforehand bread and a new broom.

Whoever sneezes at an early hour either hears some news or receiyes some present the same day.

The first toOth cast by a child should be swallowed by the mother to insure a new growth of teeth.

Buttoning the cbat awry, or drawing on a stocking inside out, causes matters to go wrong during the day.

Womeu who sow flax seed, should, during the process, tell some confounded lies, otherwise the yarn will never bleach white.

When women are stuffing beds, tbe men should not remain in the house, otherwise the feathers will come through the ticks.

When a stranger enters a room he should be obliged to seat himself if only for a moment, as he otherwise takes away the children's sleep with him.

The following are omens of death: A dog's scratching on the floor, or bowling in a particular manner, and owls hooting in the neighborhood of the house.

Domestic harmony must be preserved when washing day comes, in order to insure fine weather,which is indispensable, as that ceremony is generally performed out of doors.

Yarn spun by a girl under the age of seven years possesses extraordinary virtues. Linen made of it furnishes the Vest bandages for gouty patients, and when wrought into garments forms a compl tec it of mail, not only against bullet and dagger, nut even against the more formidable operations of witchcraft. Tho very yarn itself can be wound into unerring musket balls.

A ~FE W RESEPE8.

Tu remove stains from the kharakter —Gitiich. How tu fill a man cheaply—Fil him with emotion.

Tu change a woman's sex—Let her be an heHhen, or a gent. How tu solve the konundrum ov.life —Give it up.

Tu bekum round—Ei square meals. Tu hev bright eves—Klose them erly & opn them ditto.

Tu prevent a man's buznessfrom runnin' down—Let him wind it up. Tu handle a red hotirun with safetyWait until it kools.

Tu take life eczy—be karelez with kerosene ile. Tu puf a man up—Let him swollo a quart ov yeazt, or inherit a millyun ov dollars.

Tu change a boy's komplexion—Flog him «fc make him yel o. Tu make a loan man spear fat—Kali after him & he will look 'round.

Tu extingguish a barn that iz on fireBlow it out. Tu prevent waistfulnezz in ladles— Let them lace.

How tu make a foolizh man apear wize—Keep him stil. To make an angel uv a woman—Kourt her.

Few tu luze muney rapidly— Manajo a theatre, start a nuspaper, or spekulate.

How tu win at cards—Never play. How tu make 95 per cent, on the dollar—Go into bankruptcy.

How tu git immensely rich in a short time—Start an insurance kompany & fail.

How tu gain a dollar without wurkin fur it—Make yure wife earn it. How tu kepe up with the times—Read tbe nuze papers.

To hev red cheeks without health— Drink brandy or bi carmine. •Tu prevent kanine madness-- Cut their tails off behind their ears.

Tu kure a humpback—Turn the feller's bed around. Tu kure fits a wowian—Take down her bak har, open Ltr bozom, & don't praize ber.

Tu gain noteturiety—Marry 3 women Tn write a good novel—Write the truth.

Tu bekum a good editur—Kno everything, write sumtbing, & say notbin. How tu be a gentleman—Hev tbe feelinsov 1.

How tn bekum an orator—Tawk sense, yuze leetle wurds, & stop whenyu have sed yure say.

Tu make muiic most akaeptable^u yure heart—Blow yure own bugle. To blacken yure boots in an eazy manner—Let a bootblack du it.

Tu git rich in an honest mannerWork, wait A save. To make a woman luv yu—Don't lav bor

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tn gain ekla—Say sum thin that

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We publish the announcements in oar advertising columns for pay, and seldom trouble ourselves to enquire as to tbe qualities or merits of tbe wares advertised, farther than to assure ourselves that they are legitimate and respectable. But when an article performs miracles in our midst, transforming tbe old to young, in appearance at least, we can not pasB it by unnoticed. Wo know of people who, years ago, were gray beaded, and who now wear dark and glossy H«lr How is this? It evidently is not colored, for it haa a perfectly natural appearance inatead oi tbe harsh, dry, staring look of hair stained with nitrateof silver or other common hair dyes. No! It has been restored to its youthful color, lustra and vitality by tbe use of that wonder of wonders, Hall's Vegetable Sicilian Hair Renewer. It has many imitators, bat there is nothing like it. its fame,

The test of years only I while its imitators die and are forgotten. —Beaton Daily tllobo.

Golden Words,

To deliberate on nseful things is a prudent delay. One ungrateful man injures .all. that are in distress.

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Beside one deed of guilt how blessed is guiltless woe. All things are artificial for nature is the art of God.

God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor, misery. Years do not make sages they only make old men.

Few people have reason to regret that tbey have talked too little. Stand by your friends, let come what may, is a good motto.

There but one road to prosperity, and that is economy. There would be fewer young fools if there were more wise elders.

Greatness may build the tomb, but goodness must make the epitaph. Never say you are friendless if you possess a good conscience.

Think how very short life is and you will not waste so much time. Heavy showers, likejgreat drinkers, begin with little drops.

Old age -is a tyrant that forbids the pleasures of youth on pain of death. Kind viords are jewels of inestimable value why should they not be generously scattered?

Indolence is a stream which undermines the foundation of every virtue. Many consider as truth what is merely error sanctioned by age.

Mutual love and perfect faith in each other is what wo call a true friendship. Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin Jg decs^y.

It is easy to defend the innocent: but* who is eloquent enough to defend the guilty

Little children are like to the angels in innocence and goodness, aud yet how many a young lifo is made wretched.

Self lovo is at once the most delicate and the most tenacious of sentiments a mere nothing will wound it, but nothing on earth will kill it.

If tho lovo of God animate your actions, have no fear as to the result. You will be rewarded for yOur good intentions as well as for what you have actually done.

No virtue is genuine without prudence. This is tbe science with which its brightness throws light on our paths, and with its streugth enables us to walk without fatigue, and lifts us over the obstaoles in our way.

I have seen men in the church who declared despondingly that they did not know whether there were any true christians or not, but they were never men of marked piety themselves—[Rev. E. Frank Howe. •*vv*»s

The purpose of Christianity is to take the raw material of humanity, which is in danger of being wasted or put to base uses, and sive to it a priceless and enduring

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by making it divine or

preserving and increasing the divinity there is in it.—[Rev. E. Frank Howe. Make home beautiful. Ada to it some comfort, convenience and beauty. Make those who share it with you love it. Make your home an attractive one. No other spot on earth is more worthy of improvement, and none dther will so richly repay a display of good tasto and liberality, as the spot we call home.

Leaves are most beautiful just before they fall, and the clouds are most radiant when the sun is setting so, too the most sublime hour of a Christian life is its closing one- Then God's benedlotion falls upon the finished work, making it worthy of His acceptance, and lighting up every thought and word and action with a glory that shall last forever.

Have you ever visited a factory jUBt before the dinner hour The whizzing of wheels, the rumble of machinery, the rattllog of shuttles—these sounds, with the rapid motion of everything around, have overwhelmed you. You were wearied with the intense activity, but suddenly, on the ringing of a bell, the engine has Btopped. and all was still. How delightful' and emphatic that silence!

There are flowers which only yield their fragrance to tho night there are faces whose beauty only fully opens out in death. No more wrinkles no drawn distorted lineaments, an expression of supreme humility, blended with gladness of hope a serene brightness, and an Ideal straightening of the outline as if the Divine finger, source of supreme beauty, had been laid there.—Mme. de Gasparin.

Such is the Sabbath rest in tbe great factory of human toil. Over taxed toiler, thou mayst pause! The busy wheel may stand still. The anxious brain may be tranquil. Exhausted nature may recruit ber powers. Households may gather together. The husband, with his wife, may leisurely enjoy tbe gifts of God. The father may gather his little ones around his knee. It is a holiday—God's gift to man.—[Rev. Newman Hall.

Much time is uselessly spent in regretting tbe mistakes of the past. What has been done oannot always be undone but experience is tho most thorough of teachers and permits us to make mistakes that we may look upon things from every standpoint. Those who have been burnt, dread the fire mariners that strike on one rock, will carefully avoid another, and so on. Our greatest mistakes may thus prove the greatest benefactors of oar lives.

Removal!

Mrs. N. E. Mayfield begs to inform tbe ladies of Terr® Haute that she has removed her dressmaking establishment from tbe corner of Fifth and Main streets, to the Koopma" Hock, opposite the Congrational cL'.n u. on Sixth street snd that sbehssreudved the very latest fashion plates from tbe east. Tbe ladles are respectfully invited to call and see at ber new ber

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LOOK HERE!

Have you seen the big display of Blank Books and specimens of fine binding marie by the enterprising firm of M. F. Lanaford A Co.. proprietors of the B»itle-t Bind* ry at 624 Main street. Titl* ti IN prepared to execute and finish up at Short notice all work in their lloe cheaper and betfcr than any boose in the wast. There is no establishment that surpasses them either in work or prices. Give them a call. BHKVfSATIUlf %CI«MLT €C*EB

Durang'a Rheumatic Remedy.'* the great Internal Medicine, will positively cars any case of rheumatism on the nee of the earth. Price $1 a bottle, "i* bottles, |S. Sold by all drugjrirt* in Terre Haute and elsewhere. Send ^5 circular to Helpenstine A Bently, Druggists, Washington, D.C.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL is» a good incdlcm of communication between Torre Haute business men and he people who buy their goods—

Because, It has. the largest circulation of any paper published in this city. But not on this account alone, but— Because, It goes into the family circle on

Saturday evening, and during Saturday night and Sunday is read thoroughly, advertisements and aj I, by every memberf^ of the family who can read, after which it* is loaned to the neighbors.

Because, Its rates are (Jhenper, a'l things considered, than those of any other paper' in the city.

SHREWD advertisers, especially those who sell' to women—and women do nino-tenthsof the shopping—have long since recognized the superiority of .Tho Mail as an advertising medium. Onq copy of .The Mail will go through an entire neighborhood, and evory woman in it will have a read at it. Containing a largo quantity of matter prepared especially for them, it is not strange that it should meet with favor with them.

Delinquent Taxes. Last Notice of the Treasurer to miiitt Delinquents.

The first Monday in November is tho last date in which to pay up delinquent State and County taxes. Delinquent lands aro advertised on or about the first Monday in January, and *old on the first Monday of February of each year. The treasurer is responsible for tho taxes ho could have collected. Taxpayers will therefore see the necessity of paying up. NEWTON ROGERS,

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Heavy Red Flannels,

rend by tho"f" city, it is ensome friend I

Because, After having been rend by tho borrowers and.bu ers In the vcloped, stamped and sent to oi relative in some other town or city. 7,

Because, It is a paper which reaches all classes, high and low, rich and poor. if Because, Of its very large circulation among, t. farmers.

Btcausc, It is an espoclal favorite with the ladies, who do a large part of tho buying of household goods,In addition to thejewelry and dress goods they wear, aud are critical readers of advertisements.

Because, Two editions are published, Thursday ard Sntuiday evenings, ant all advertisements go in both editions for price of one issue.

Treasurer Vigo County.

Plain and twill, made especially ior city trade recommended for persons subject to rheumatism, at Ellis,' northwest corner

First and Walnut streets.

C'uutoa Ian tie is.

At Ellis', northwest corner oi First ami? Walnut stroets. 4^^ \xt 1*. tjj

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