Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 26 January 1878 — Page 1

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR TIIE PEOPLE.

SECOND EDITION

Town-Talk.

If T. T. were called upon to name offhand tbe greatest American Philosopher living, he would say unhesitatingly that tbe Honorable Joshua Billings, Esq., familiarly known as Josh Billings, exactly nils the bill. Most people think of this gentleman simply as a vender of funny sayinzs, a sort of clown in the circus ring of literature, whose only aim is to make people laugh, and quite as often provoking laughter by the utter failure of bis effort to be witty, his silliness, as by bis wit. T. T. bad the pleasure of taking this gentleman—who, by the way, is an uncle of Alphonso Shaw, the popular clerk at the Terre Haute House)—by the hand tbe other day as he journeyed through the city on bis way to fill a lecture engagement in Vincennes. This aucldental meeting has something to do with what is said in this chapter. T. T. has not been "retained"—as thi lawyers say when they are paid not to help t'other side anyway, but to help the retainer's side if wanted— T. T. has net been retained by Mr. Billings, whose maiden name was B. F. Sbaw, to defend bim against tbe accusation of getting a laugh under false pretenses, or putting upon the public some poor wares in the shape of jokes. But still T. T. will tell the truth—seeing nobody has paid him not to do so—and say that for long time he has had a growing feeling that Josh is a philosopher of the first rank. The Almanao issued in annual numbers by Mr. Billings deserves a place in every student's library, alongside the Journal of Philosophy issued at St. Lonis under the direction of Mr. Harris. One is

Aide-splitting

and

the other is Aearf-splittlng, and if a man is to be split at all it ought to be done all the way. But this is not the reason, or not the chief reason, why the two should go together. Both are deeply philosophical, and from different standpoints. Mr. Billings may not feel flattered by having his name thus associated. If he does he can put down T. T.'s name as a regular subscriber to bis almnnao—"deadhead," of course. But what set T. T. off on this long obituary—that is not exactly the word—eulogy la better—what set him off on this long eulogy upon Josh Billings was the following philosophical remark at Mae interview above mentioned. Josh and T. T. were speaking of the suooess of some men and the failure of others, Josh said: "This life is like a game of cards. We must play the hands dealt to us, and the oredit is not so muoh in winning as in playing a poor hand well." Now T. T. don't know muoh about cards, but he knows enough to venture the assertion that when a man has the joker, right and left bower, ace and king, he must be a mighty poor player to be euchered, and there is no great oredit in making a march. Yet there are any nutnber of people who are going about the world and whining because they have not all the winning oarda in the paok. T. T. has seen a march made on a poor hand, and he has seen a fellow about as proud over not getting worse beaten, seeing what a hand he had, as if he had won every game at a sitting.

Now there are lota of young people who read The Mall who think it ia no use for them to attempt to 4o much, or be much in life. They are poor, or their father is poor, or possibly worse than poor, a mean man, and his children are "looked down" upon because of the father's faults, and circumstances are against them. This is all bad enough, but not worth whining about, and it does not by any meana decide the game of life. Lota of people with a worse hand than that have made a march, or even euchered a man with a good hand, and lota more have made a point, and more yet have finished the game with the satisfaction and reputation of having played well and the best possible under tbe circumstance*. And whan tbe stake* are divided, T. T. isn't sure but those fellows who have played -well, though they didn't make a point, will have an equal share with the reek At all oventa, the only way in lift is to "put in the boat licks" possible. Never

mind who you are are, or what you are, or who or what anybody think* you to be. Go in and win. Put your band up and keep it up. Respect yourself, and people will learn to respect you. T. T. saw this illustrated in bis chicken yard the other day. A little black Bantam got into the yard where there was a big rooster of another breed. The little fellow, no bigger than a fist, at once threw down the gauntlet to the big fellow. No notice was taken of his challenge, and after strutting about and making certain warlike demonstrations for what he regarded as a proper period, and being contemptuously ignored,be let drive a spur at tbe bead of the giant. Big rooster looked somewhat astonished and began to put himself at once on a war footing. But before he could get the decks cleared for action, Bantie was pouring in grape, cannister and hot shell by the broadside, and when the giant was ready for defense he was already half whipped. And there was lively work for a few minutes, giant hitting now and then, but getting bit a good deal oftener, and intie getting in his blows lively, and between blows tangling up tbe legs of rooster Goliab, by running between theoij and around them, and than coming ont and hitting him again. About ten minutes of that kind of work did the job. Goliah struck bia colors, his tail, and retired, and Bantie crowed the crow of victory. Now that was playing a poor hand well. Never mind the hand. Go in to win, and astonish the world. Never mind if you are a Bintam, and don't be too confident if you are not a Bantam,

Husks and Nubbins.

No. 288.

THE OBJECT'OF LIFE.

There are times in our life when a feeling of profound disatisfaction and despondency seizes upon us. Persons of a cheerful and buoyant disposition are attacked by tbe malady less frequently than those of an opposite temperament, but there are days when even to the most sanguine life seems but a questionable good, or, as a friend tersely expressedit in one of these moods, "agood deal of a humbug." The work and worry and care of living seems to rather outweigh tbe enjoyment of it. Tbe early dreams of happiness are dissipated they have vanished like the rainbow. The sky above our heads is not so bright and cloudless as it once was. It is overcast and heavy. Tbe anticipations of ten or twenty years ago have not been realized but that is no wonder, for they never could be realized on earth. Tbey were too celestial. But there may be something better even than the fulfillment of those airy visions.

Tbe fact is, when we f«*el dissatisfied with life it is because we are locking at it in a false l'gbt. We are looking for something called happiness and shall never find it until we leave off tbe search, it is an elusive thing and flies when you pursue it, ever keeping outof your reach. It delights in surprises and often suffers itself to be oome upon at unexpected times and in unlookeU for places. Yet it is a favorite notion and one frequently put forth, not only by miasea in their teens, but by grave and philosophical gentlemen, that "Happiness is the true object of life There could not well be a more foolish or more harmful heresy. Happiness, so far from being tbe main objeot of life, is not even one of its objects it ia merely an incident. Duty is the watch word of true living. To do right at all times, under all circumstances, in tbe face of all odds, that is tbe true purpose of life. Theodore Tilton, in his lecture, "Tbe Problem of Life," oalls it the development of character. The cultivation and strengthening of the heroic within us. We are in this world to act, to grow, to do something for ourselves and others. "God has his plan for every man," says the proverb. Whether we have one taleot or five matters not, so we improve what we have. What right have we to expect or demand an easy task? What have we done to deserve or to earn happiness? Why should not the sentence be bard labor fur 11 fe. just as well 7

If we adopt the happiaeae theory of life we shall find disappointments and Inconsistencies all along the way. We shall have to do many things that are not pleasant things to do—that are un pleasant and disagreeable. We cannot do them for pleasure can we do tbem from any other motive Yes. We enn do them from a sense of duty—because it ia right to do them, because it would be wrong not to do them. Here la a sufficient motive, a motive equal to every emergency, capable of performing any task. It is a motive that will make men work, that will keep tbe wheels of life in motion. Strike a balance between the nan of pleasure and tbe man of duty and note the difference I One lives for himself alone is a narrow, selfish creature consults only his own eass and pleasure does nothing that is not agreeable has no serious aim in life spends his days In a round of idle amusements that pall upoa his taste and cause him to become morose, cynical and disgusted with tbe world. The other ia full of

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plans for promoting tbe happiness of others be does hard and disagreeable things with such a hearty earnestness that their doing beoomes little less than a pleasure be is incited by his convictions of right and goes wherever they impel bim bis work-a-day life is lighted up by brief seasons of rest and recreation which throw an atmosphere of quiet happiness over it all. He is nat only better himaelf for thus living but the community around him and the whole world is better for it

This theory of life is not a h?rsh and barren one. It does not mean tbe elimination of happiness from the world. Not by any means. On the contrary it means tbe introduction of it. Toe performance of duty brings with it, as an incident, that very contentment and satisfaction whichis the truest kind of happiness. Carlyle found it so by his own experience and everyone will be convinced of the truth of it if he will test it in the same way. Physiologists tell us tbat that is the best kind of exeicise which is taken, not for the purpose of exercise, but with some ulterior object in view so that the exercise becomes a mere incident of the principal matter: so, tbat is the best kind of happiness which comes as an incident to tbe performance of duty. 1?" 1 *v

Shows and Show Folks

THE HISS OPERA.

That was a magnificent audience to greet the return of the Hess Opera Company at the Opera House last night. The lower floor was packed from orchestra to tbe rear wall, tbe family circle well filled and the gallery had a large representation. And a better pleased

probably never before

assembled in the Opera House. The "Chimes of Normandy" proved so taking on its first representation here tbat tbe management wisely concluded to put it on the stage for tbe first night this engagement. And it was played muoh better than before. The chorus was larger, tbe superb orchestra increased in numbers, and all on the stage seemed to be in a jolly good humor, exerting themselves to the utmost. It is beyoni question one of tbo prettiest and most attractive productions in the entire range of decent, comic opera. Strangely enough for a French affair, it is without any suggestions of impropriety from first to list, and depends for its success upon novel situations, crisp dialogue, and last, but by all means tbe most important of all, thoroughly musical music.

Tbe trouble with a great deal of music is tbat it is not musical. To tboae who are satisfied with mere mechanics, this is no great objection, but the popular heart loves the twinkle and the jingle of the musical variety of music. Audiences may admire Wagner in a distant and respectful manner, but they love the music ihat makes their ears tingle, as the music of this opera certainly doea.

We have not time or space to speak in detail. Miss Mellville, of course, was the bright particular star. Her voice is fresh in quality, well cultivated and under perfect control. Her acting is also vivacious and "taking." In her gayest moments she never forgets to be lady like. Mr. Hess has secured a treasure in the person of this attractive little lady, who by her ability to sing and act equally well reminds us of what the stataly Kellogg can not do. Mrs. Seguin shared tbe honors as she always does. Her voice has lost none of its old time richness, snd she is as grsoious and interesting as she always was. Castle also seems to have renewed his youth—tbat is supposing that tenors ever do grow old—and is singing in a most tasteful and artiatio manner. Messrs. Turner, .Morton, snd Seguin are also to be commended for their work.

To-night we are to^have another great treat in the romantic opera of a "Summer Night'a Dream,"

beautiful and

poetical work, by Ambroise Thomas, the composer of Mignon, Hamlet, etc. Mr. Hess pronounces the musio In this the best'of any'opera in the reportoire of the oompany. Miss Melleville appears as "Queen Elisabeth of England," Mr. Henry Peakes as the burly Knight, "Sir John Falataff," Castle ss "Shakespeare," eta As the Opera progresses there are introduced actors and actresses, courtiers and ladles of the court, keepers, waiters and r«*vants of the inn, cooks, butlers, scullions, etc. The plot rests upon an effort on tbe part of Queen Elisabeth to save Shapespeare from excessive drinking—In fact it is a sort of musical temperance lecture, quite appropriate at this time.

This will be the last opportunity the present season to bear this fine combination of lyric stars.

Buffalo BUI is booked at the Opera House far next Saturday, and Frank Mayo comes on tho 14th of February.

Condactors of two passing trains on South Carolina railroad stopped tbeir trains long enough to allow Mr. Thomas Hunter, of the Janauschek troupe Ufget off and embrace his brother, Harry Hunter, the "Lone Fisherman" of tbe Evangeline troupe, who had not seen,t

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each other for years. The meeting was at midnight in the midst of a desolate swamp.

Frank Mayo has made 910,000 annually for the past six years. One of the poorest laundresses in New York city was once one of tbe best performors in Lydis Thompson's troupe. "Miss Genevieve Rogers," says the gusher of tbe Omaha Republican, "is a beautiful brunette, with wavy hair dark as a raven's wing, peachy, velvety cheeks, and the brightest of eyes."

Barnum, in contradicting a newspaper "personal," says: "I never have an ache or a pain, have drank no intoxicant nince 1846, nor used tobacco since 1860. I never felt stronger nor more energetic tbau at present."

John A. Stevens, the actor, asserted in Chicago that he bad paid $50 to a newspaper critic for a puff. During that day he was s« mercilessly questioned by reporters sent to find out who tbe critic was that be confessed that the story was a canard.

Commodore Nutt, Jennie Quigley and Colonel Goshen, who have been playing "Jack, the Giant Killer," have disbanded their company. The little Commodore is said to be "sweet" on Jennie and becoming jealous of the Giant, "busted" the show. Jennie is twenty inches high. Tbe Giant is about eight feet. Jennie, at each performance, was compelled to go up a ladder, and, capturing the Giant's ear, whisper therein. The gallant little Commodore stood this awile, but finally revolted, with the result named. Thus the Liliputian Opera company is no more. £*44#,

An ungallant corresponSent gfves the following in regard to the ages of prominent actresses: Mary Wells, 47 Mrs. Barney Williams, 49 Rose Wood, 82 Sophie Worrell, 29 Eliza Weatbersby, 40 Emma Waller, 48 Lydia Thompson, 47 Charlotte Thompson, 35 Mrs. SoottSiddona, 33 Rlstori, 51 Caroline Rich-ings-Bernard, 47 Katie Putnam, 26 Lizzie Price (Mrs. Fecbter),'36 Adelina Patti, 35 Josie Orton (Mrs. Ben Woolf), 34 Maggie Mitchell, 45 Emily Melville, 33 Lotta, 30 Celia Logan, 26 Dickey Lingard, 27 Mrs. Lander,47 Clara Louise Kellogg, 36 Kate Fisher, 36 May Howard, 32 Mrs. John Hoey, 53 Alice Harrison, 27 Mary Gladstone, 48 Effie Germon, 41 Rose Eytinge, 42 Mrs. John Drew, 54 Kate Denin, 43 Fanny Davenport, 28 Mrs. Chanfrau, 39 Mrs. D. P. Bowers, 47 Louise Pomeroy, 32 Ada Dyas, 35 Maud Harrison, 24 Maud Granger, 31 Kate Claxtoa, 33 Lillie Eldride, 28 Bessie Darling, 22 Pauline Markham, 31.

BEHIND THE SCENES. Ni

From the Boston Herald we learn that Mr. Boucicault is very fussy and difficult to please. Mr. Raymond is the same genial good fellow off the stage tbat he is in Colonel Sellers, and he is never ftissy or gross at rehearsal. John E.Owens is very difficult man to please once, while playing Solon Shingle he nearly frightened ont of his wits a young actor by scowling at him and muttering, "What mummery is this 7 Did you ever hear such a voice 7" etc., until tbe poor fellow forgot his lines entirely. George Rignold is another man very bard to suit. He is of. a nervous temperament, and the work required to "break in" fresh army of supernumaries st every place where he produces "Henry V." is no light task, to say nothing of the fatigue of his part and the general oversight of the piece which he refuses to allow any one else to look after. Not long since, when, as King Henry, be was on his knees, uttering the well known prayer,

cal

cium light was mismanaged, and be intermingled

few words of his own,

sotto voce, with the lines of Shake peare, something after this fashion O, God ef battles!

(Haag

that

fellow

Steel my soldiers' hearts

Posse** them not with fear (Cant you shift tbat light,?) Take from them now The sense of reckoning that opposed ambers Pluck their hearts from them Motto-day,

O Lord.

(Confound him! Cant yon get that right?) O, not to-day. think not upon the fault My tether made," etc.

SPIRITUAL PHENOMENA.

Tkrrs Haute, Jan. 15,1878.

Editor Saturday Evening Mail: Will you give spaoe In your paper for tbe following editorial, taken from the Haverhill, Mass., Publisher, of Dec. 18, lsst 7 The article speaks for itself, snd needs no comment of ours. All we wish to say is that the phenomena that have elicited the attention of tbe editor of the Publisher and his friends of Rochester, N. H., can be witnessed in a, similar manner in this city, at the seance room In Pence's Block, through the medium ship of Mis. Anna Stewart, by those who desire to and have individuality sufficient to

Cms

the "Mother Grundys'

of society snd know for themselves tbe feet that we ess hold converse with our friends who have passed beyond the vale. Yours Ac., Jamb Hook.

THE BOCEltWM PHKWOJMWA.

We have from time to time, in tbe past, given pretty full accounts of tbe singular events which are transpiring at the residence of Mr. John R. Pickering

in Rochester, N. H., but for several months no mention has been made of them, although we have been pretty felly advised ty our correspondent of what has been going on, deeming it proper to wait till another convenient opportunity should be presented for personal observation.

As for belief in miracles, as they are usually believed in by the Orthodox world, we may say we have none at the same time we have no doubt whatever of the occurrence of remarkable events, under certain laws, accounts of which appear in the records of the past upon the pages of sacred history. We do cherish a belief, however, in a directing Providence, which shapea things with singular propriety and, in ways past finding out, does so direct that tbe will and tbe purpose of the invisible Author and Disposer of events is fully served, and the best good of man promoted.

In this light we religiously believe the purpose of Rev. Dr. Seeley to speak upon Ancient ana Modern Spiritualism or Sorcery" was so controlled that, by reason of storm and other circumstanoes, tbe delivery of the first lecture was delayed till last Sunday night, tbat accompanying a fair report of the same a full aud clear statement of tbe Rochester phenomena might be given, in order that, as far as possible, all minds might still be left open for considering tbe question at issue, instead of being closed in by prejudice or forced to hasty conclusions by what we deem an improper, imperfect and partial presentation of tbat which has connection, either near or remote, with the subject.

Having been invited to be present at an assembly at Rochester, last Thursday night, with the privilege of inviting four others, we accepted the invitation. Tbe four persons accompanying us were Mr. and Mrs. Edmund Gage, and Mr. and Mrs. J. Merrifl Ordway, of this city. The persons met at Rochester were Mr. and Mrs. Pickering, Deacon Micajah H. Wentwortb, Mr. and Mrs. Wra. Wentworth, Mr. and Mrs. John H. Goodrich, Mr. and Mrs. John Horney, Miss Emma Wentworth, and Mrs. Waterbouse, all of Rochester, and Mrs. Yarney, of Waltbam.

We had many times before attended tbe materializing manifestations there, but in the recess there had been an advance made, and much change brought about. We found tbe cabinet bad been discarded, and tbe essential darkness provided for by placing a curtain across one corner of the room, canopying the space with a black covering, creating a condition of perfect darkness in a corner measuring four feet in the long angle and three

In depth to the corner of tbe

room forming the other two aides of the angle. This curtain and the space enclosed were subject to the most rigid inspection, and there was not a single article of furniture, or draperv, or clothing of any kind whatever, within it.

This strange power which we have lately given a full and critical description of, still continues to interest and attract people of all classes, and to be observed with astonishment. Clergymen, scientists, critics and matter-of-fact men are being attracted toward it, and it is passing under tbe observation of ladies and gentlemen of nearly every religious name and form of belief. Those who see it with candid eyes, and contemplate it, as far as possible, with judgments unwarped by preconceived conclusions, are staggered in its presence.

The?: soances are happening somewhat frequently, but only in tbe presence of small parties. Last Thursday evening, at the residence of Mr. Pickering, in Rochester, these peculiar phenomena, which, for our present purpose, we will denominate "forces," scting through bodies in human form which science has suggested as 'cosmic matter,' manifested tbeir appearance in the presence of Hon. Nicholas V. Whitehouse, Deacon Micajah H. Wentworth, of Gonic C. W. Gardner, of Portsmouth: Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Wentworth, Mr. and Mrs. John R. Goodrich, Mr. and Mrs. Geo. H. Horney, Miss Emma Wentworth, Miss Belle Messerve, Mr. Pickering, of Rochester Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Shapleigb, Mr. and Mrs. Josiah Perry, and the writer of this article from this city.

This party represented varying religious views, ana a portion of them had never witnessed the operation of these forces before.

As was the case two weeks previous, the medium took her place outside of the curtain and there remained during the entire evening. All could see her form and notice the occasional movements of her limbs. In two instances these forms took hold of her bands and held them up to clear view. There were fourteen of these forces made tbeir appearance, acting through bodies in hu man shape, seven of whom were women, four men, two Indians, and one a child. With the exception of the Indian squaw and tbe child, these forms were as tall, and some of tbem much taller than tbe medium. Tbe men were all decidedly taller tban she, and bold, bearded, stout looking men. Tbe Indian Chief was a towering fellow, and wore feathers on his head.

There were peculiarities about nearly all, but there were two, one a female and the other a male, which were moat marked in their characteristics. The femsle claimed to know nearly all the Haverhill people—was not recognized. She was dressed

pure white, with

white slippers .tipped with gilt. ?his force came out several times in very strong light, and danced vigorously. Tbe male force came out seven or eight times, being determined to be recognized. Mr. Whitehouse wss claimed as the friend known. Several names were called by him, but ail negatived. Tbe light was increased aud tbe features uiade more distinguishable, snd tbe force then answered in tbe affirmative to tbe name of Wm. Foes, formerly residing In Gonic. Mr. Whitehouse said tbe features were those of that person, who was well known to bim. The very active and marked intelligence in this esse wss tbat shown by the force working through this form, snd struggling to be recognised. Thin was peculiarly striking in its metaphysical features. Another force, as we are now calling tbem, responded to tbe name of Jerry Poole, ana claimed to have been a soldier. When 'Marching Through Georgia' was sung, the form containing tbe force came out and swuog its arms in an enthusiastic and exulting manner. Bear in mind, all this wss while Mrs. Pickering was sitting Is full view of tbe audience.

Several of the other forms appeared to be recognized, and answered to the names suggested by their friends. There were interesting things connected with this observation that "were new and instructive. Nearly all tbe forces appeared to be new ones there, and some of them appeared to exhibit surprise on first making their appearance.

It having been suggested that these •forces' and the 'oosmic' bodies through which they act are not real, but only seem to be, and thus seem because the observers are under the influence of mesmerism, the party entered into a pretty rigid self-examination upon tbat point, but none could discover that tbey were in an abnormal condition. Tbat is not the exolanation of this thing, and the suggestion is the weakest that has yet been offered. The business of gathering grapes of thorns and figs of thistles has never yet been a success, and that way of accounting for the phenomenon in question will never be more successful. As well might it be expeoted to raise a crop of wheat from sowing chaff. There is a force, there is a body of some kind, and there is intelligence, and all these three operating and appearing, entirely separate and distinct from the woman we call tbe medium. These are facts we do know, and they are substantiated by a cloud of witnesses, constantly increasing in numbers. What is the force, whence the intelligence, and what are the elements of their bodies? That is the compound question which is waiting to be answered."

LOW DRESSING.

What Mary Clemmer Says About aJDeeollelte Bodice.

Mary Clemmer, the well known correspondent, has been taken to task for something caustic she wrote about Clara Louise Kellogg, and being reprimanded for it by the famous impressario, Max Strakosh, she comes out in her own defeuse in a letter to the Boston "Herald." Mary says:

Now, I am not an- irresponsible newspaper correspondent. I never make 'flippant statements.' I never make any statement tbat I don't believe to be the exact truth. I am personally responsible for every line. I have discovered, however, tbat it is very soothing and very convenient to wounded pride,and to a priokled money-nerve, both in the chambers of Congress.and in the columns of the newspapers, to rave away at 'irresponsible newspaper correspondents.' In tbe House, but more especially in the Senate, tbe moment a member reads something in a public journal detrimental to himself,

HE RISKS AND FILLS THE AIR

with incessant flings at irresponsible newspaper scribblers. So outside tbe Capitol, if yon are honest enough to ear what you believe to be tbe exact truth of an artist, whose really good qualities have been almost ruined by false and fulsome flattery, the agent, whose golden goose she is, flies at you through the very newspaper medium which ne affects to despise, and in futile wrath aocuses you of being "flippant," "reckless" and "irresponsible," if not malicious.

Now I "insinuated" nothing against Clara Louise Kellogg I would scorn to insinuate" anything against any woman living. I simply asserted tbat Miss Kellogg on tile platform of a concert room was less modestly dressed than Aimee in La Marpoimne of opera bouffe, and I assert this still. I slso said tbat nakedness is

NOT ANY PURER AT A PARTY

conoert room, tban it is in opera bouffe, or in Lydia Thompson's troupe," and I say this again. I am not

prude,

and don't believe it to be the duty of any beautiful woman to wear her corsage to tbe ears, or her sleeves to her thumbs. There is

happy mean in

which nature's matchless ourves may be defined without vulgarity. But when a woman verging on forty bends over her pisno with no dress to speak of above the waist, and with tbe air and attitude of

ooquette of sixteen, cries to

thou

sand people, "Beware! beware!" she presents a picture at which some women blush, for which no money can pay, and which Lydia Thompson herself never outdid.

I did not say that Miss Kellogg was not "the most'devoted of daughters," or tbat she was not "modest sna estimsble in every relstlon of life." I prefer to believe her to be all tbat her friends sssert. Being this, she owes it to herself and to tbe pure women of tbe land not to yield implicitly to tbe law of her modiste. By her own will she should draw a sharp line of distinction between her attire and tbat of women who, by the very exigencies of their calling, are placed under social ban. "My dear fils adoptiv, my dear brethren of mankind, let us free our minds of cant." Were this possible to human nature, bow much more simple, refined and pure would be the ways snd means of "society." Iam

SICK or THM CANT-

tbat lifts up holy hands sgsinst Lydia Thompson, then rushes to embrace Kellogg''in like attire, and then dons garb for its own Germsn tbat has put ifisny a brother, husband and son to shame. That such sttire, or rather the lack of it. has been tbe result of oustom and of thoughtlessness, rather tban of any conscious immodesty, I do not donbt. But it la impossible tbat any woman should wear it long unconsciously that she should persist in such attire without finding the occasion for thougbtfalnes*. If she never bad it before. The honorable man it yet to be found who is willing tbat bis sister, bis wife, or bis dsughter should provoke tbe promiscuous gsze by the loudness or the psucity of her attire. Whenever tbe courts of En rope are banishing a style of dress that puts tbe loveliness or womsn on common exhibition, it is qnite time that tbe women of America, who are "models of virtue," should drop the garb of the demi monde and set a like example.

THE CITIZEN SOLDIER.

[Cincinnati

Enquirer.]

A citizen soldier, say about nineteen year* old, with an incipient mustache, and In a uniform tbat fits him, is one of tbe proudest institutions of which America can boast and the more remote we get from tbe war tbat showed what soldiering really is, the more radian^ our citizen soldier shines fort^ -W\"*

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