Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Volume 8, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 June 1877 — Page 4

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WM. C.BALL A CO., GAZETTE. Terre Haute. Ind.

THURSDAY, JUNE 28, 1877.

THE Vincennes Semi-Weekly Sun has been enlarged from a six to a sevencolumn folio. It is a handsome sheet full of news, pluck and vim, and all those other things wherewith the admirers or Jim Blaine insisted he was loaded. The Sun is an excellent paper, and the GA ZKTTE thinks that it may shine brighter from year to year for a long time to come.

AMONG other changes in the relationship existing between America and Europe wrought by time, none are more marked than the decided and radical re ycrsal of the current of trade. Once we were largely dependant but independence in politics was followed quickly by independence in trad#. Year by year we have paid less .tribute. Iron and steel rails we now make ourselves in sufficient quantity to supply the home trade. All our iron ships nre made in this country. Skilled labor abounds in the iand and, having become nearly self-sustaining in every other respect, we venture abroad to find a market for our surplus products. Wheat, corn, pork, flour, cutlery, woolens, cotton fabrics canned fishes, and fowls, all.are shipped abroad in yearly increasing quantities Fresh beef packed in ice has lately become an important branch of trade. But the latest of these trans-atlantic opera tions has been the shipment of dried and canned fruit. Within the year from June, 1876, to June, 1877, we have exported

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500,000 worth of fruit. The year pre ceding the

trade

only amounted to $600,-

000. In this movement dried apples figured largely. 1 Too much importance cannot be attach to this newly developed current of trade. On the farms in this country the annual waste of apples which arc allowed to rot on the ground or. only partially eaten, or trodden under foot by hogs is something enormous. With the latest invention of a

fruit

dryer all this can te

utilized and what is now permitted to go to waste can be brought into merchandize a

FICTITIOUS WEALTH. The payment of the vast sum of money that Germany exacted of France a the termination of the late war between those countries, had very much the same effect that the great issue of paper money, in consequence of our war, had in this country. In Germany, as soon as the. money began to be paid over, there was every indication of wonderful activity in all branches of business, and marvellously good times. Wages advanced to three, four, and even five time6 •what was paid before the prices of com modifies of every kind increased in the same ratio, and everywhere there was appearances of newly acquired wealth and universal prosperity.

So it was in this country, in spite of the enormous cost of the war, and the immense drainage from the producing portion of the population by the require ments of the armies. Prices of all kinds of property went up to the highest notch labor of every degree of skill commanded unusual remuneration, and holders oi real estate congratulated themselves that without effort ihey were getting increase of wealth, by the force of the great current that seemed to be carrying everybody on to success.

But how has it terminated? The thousand millions of dollars that poor France was compelled to pay as an offering to the Moloch of the fighting empire have been a curse to the country, lust as the issue of a vast amount of paper money has been to this, as it has o-ecn, and will be to every country under the sun. The hard metal, the real mon ey of the world, was, by sudden acquisition, as injurious to the people of Ger many as the paper money wa9 to the people in this country.

In all these experiences from the beginning of history, the lesson has been that money of itself is not wealth that it is only the medium of exchange, and that true wealth consists in the posses 6ion of those at tides and conditions that are necessary to comfort and luxury. If the Black Hills could be suddenly uncovered and gold be exposed to such an extent that every man woman and child in the United States could get all he or she could carry, it would lead to calamity of untold magnitude, Every one would look to someone else for the productien of that which is necessary to continued existence, and as a consequence there would be want and misery.

Germany is now suffering as this country is. and probably to a greater extent. Thousands upon thousands of those who

would be willing workers aVe out of em ployment, while the prices of the com modities that are the most essential ii life are nearly as high as they were the apparently piosperous days that fol lowed the great war, and the payment of the millions of indemnity. So it is with

The end may come, and timee recu perate, when men pay their debts, when real, and not fictitious values, are placed upon labor and property, when economy observed, and luxuries are not indulged in at the expense of others, and when men realize and appreciate the fact that divine Providence never brings to the banquet of life more than there are means to subsist."

OUR DEPARTED MOTHER. Julia SterritCrelghion, beloved wife of W J. Ball. Born November 10, 18S1, at Cnilliuothc.O. Married November 12, 1842. Died June 24, 1877, Terre Haute. "Iler children shall rise up and call her blessed."

This is the language.of an epitaph and tells in brief the story of a life that is ended here on earth. We make no apology for a seeming,—it is not real—obtrusion of our private grief on the public'ru 11 tion.

A woman's lite is within the oacred precincts of the family Her contact with the world is through the church or the social circle Our Mother was no exception to the rule. Within these limits her life was passed. But this is a broad realm. All that is most valuable and precious in life is embraced within it. No one who has done her duty in this sphere can be underserving of consideration. Running round the globe, in the household the work ot regeneration and purification is being wrought. If the world is to become any better, the beginning and the ending will be right here.

Here the perfect law of love prevails, and no plummet can sound the depth of a mother's 'affection, no telescope scan its heights, no mathematics calculate its length and breadth. Poor, halting, bank rupt human speech, how incapable it is of describing this ^measureless affection!

As boundless as the sea, it washes the mercy seat of God. Of all mankind what one of us with his soiled and baffled manhood, bruised and broken in this rude strife of life, but will ask for the interces sion of his mother at the final judgment.

What one of us all but feels that the gentle arms, to which his first unsteady steps were guided when the weary walk of life began, will afford the surest refuge at the journey's end.

What one of us all but knows that, there as here,she will be his truest friend magnifying and multiplying his few virtues as they are mirrored in her faithful heart, and hiding his manifdld faults with the mist of her falling tears.

All this we say of good mothers everywhere, and may the good God bless them every one.

We have no hesitancy in writing particularly of our own Mother. She was our staunche6t friend. In evil and in good report, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, at home or abroad the all embracing arms of her affection were thrown around us, and on every wind that blew, followed fast her prayers There was never a listening ear into which she did not pjur our praise. If with so slight a text she said so much,what might not we say, but for choking grief, in just comment on the beautiful life of charity and sweet content that is now over and ended.

Then let us, whose being she evoked at the peril of her own, set forth her character not with ostentation of grief, but reverently as honoring motherhood of all that is best and holiest in which she was the type and symbol.

She was as just a woman as ever lived, In that household where she was judge and juiy, the law of love was administer ed with a kind and gracious hand. With the faults and follies of youth no one had more patience. The current of her sympathies ran broad and deep. All the aims and aspirations of childhood, the untutored longings, the intense curiosity the restlessness, the sorrow and the joy she understood and appreciated. Her own childhood seemed always in her remembrance, and her spirit rtfnewed its youth with each succeeding year. Charity abounded in faer more and more not alene the charity which giveth gitts, but the broader and higher quality which understood all the weaknesses of poor, frail human nature and, always in sorrow, never in anger, forgave the sinner before she condemned the sin. But all meanness of spirit she hated and cruelty she despised. For the encroachments of the stronger upon the weaker, and of the older upon the younger, which marks and mars every household, she was ever On the alert, and the rights of the weakest were always secure when her will prevailed And this sway she maintained "without]

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particle ofcommand, in the ordinaryBfectlyressgned

acceptation of the woras. Her

tions were like flashes of divine revela-I^

ion, and what she willed always worked!

its way in the end, for it came to be un-| derstood that her will was a good will and what she said was right.

But she never occupied the exclusive position of a mother,or exacted respect on that ground. She made companions and equals of her children, was as much of a sister as a mother, and so it came about that she was nicknamed with the rest, and in every enterprise bore a .double share, as being at once mother and sister.

Adversity was not Without its lessons

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to he«", and her gentle spirit was chast ned by misfortune. But hopefulness land cheerfulness were traits inherent in her disposition. United with them was a keen sense of humor, and those whose large privilege it was to know her will not soon forget how the petty annoyan ces and trials of life, the desires that could not be fulfilled, the wishes which went ungratifled, were made matters of jest, and things which would fret

others were transmuted by her fine andfto him, no matter how he might try to flavor it with the most honeyed Santa Crux rum and the oiliest old Bourbon

fertile fancy into tubjects of amusement But while she dealt thus lightly and even joyously with her own troubles her real sorrows came through the afflictions of others. And herein becomes apparent the strong point in her character. It was the jewel of her womanhood, as it is of all mankind. She was as absolutely unselfish as it is given a finite mind to be. No sacrifice of personal comfort was too great when the pleasure ot ethers was the end in view. From her little mite of strength she gave a strongman's portion, and her early death tells the story of health sacrificed and a life lost careing for those who were near and dear to her.

Her death was as serenely peaceful as ifj *he was falling into a sweet and refresh

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into joyous dreams. Her unfaltering trust in the doctrines of the Christian re iigion soothed and sustained her. Knowing that death was surely coming, she talked with perfect confidence of meeting her husband and an infant daughter, lost long years ago, but whose image had never been effaced from her memory. Of all who talked with her near the end she was the least concerned, and her greatest erief seemed to be that she was about to leave near and dear relatives and friends, and that her death would afflict them so much. And all this was true when, though suffering much pain, the zest of life was strong. No one could enjoy life more. The flow of her spirits was unimpaired. The infinite variety of her enjoyment advancing years could not wither njr sickness stale. Whatever circumstance, whether great or small, went into the crucible of her mind, was refined and beautified, and catching the color of her buoyant disposition sparkled with innocent mirthfulness. Few ever attached to themselves so many and such devoted friends. Their loving labors for their dying friend, were brigh spots in weary months of sickness which can never be forgotten while time lasts.

All reference to her clear and strong sense and liberal culture has been par posely avoided. The splendid talents with which she was endowed, and her early advantages of education migh have been the lot of anyone.Not her talents then, but the right royal use of them she made, we find worthiest of praise* as it is dearest to our recollection.

The great, loving heart has ceased to beat, the gentle eye is closed, the voice we loved to hear is stilled in death. From its frail and pain-racked tenement of clay the noble spirit has been ireed. The reunions hoped for, and looked forward to have come to pass, and the Lord she loved so well has said "Well done good and faithful servant," and accepted into his kingdom the brave woman who so honored him by her words and her works here on earth. In ou selfishness it is hard to lose one we loved so well, and who contributed so generously to our happiness but imitating the spirit of her own unselfish love and ways, and reaching through time to catch the far off interest of tears, we can, even now, in calmer moments, ask the Lord to things, "Forgive our grief for one removed, .ights.

Ills creature, whom'we found so fair, We trustshe livos la Him, an there "We find her worthier to be loved."

OBITUARY.

Urn. W. J. Ball.

(From the Express.)

On Sunday morning Mrs. Julia Ball, widow of the late W. J. Ball, died at her residence 1201 south Sixth street, after a lingering illness.

Julia Creighton Ball was born at Chilicothe, Ohio, Nov. 10th, 1821, and was the fifth child of William and Eliza Creighton. She was educated in Philadelphia.

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The deceased was ill for over a year, having taken cold at Fort Wayne, last spring. Lost summer she sufered the rupture of a blood vessel, and has since declined. For weeks she vras entirely conscious of her impending -danger, and frequently said that she KM

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A lifelong Episcopalian, the church had no more zealous worker, or earnest Christian, and the whole of her life was a shining example that all might profit by. In good works her hand was ever ready to aid, and her life was that which Bhows its religion day by day. Not an empty creed, but a living reality.

Not only will her loss be mourned by her bereaved children but by the many

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MR. PULLET'S MISTAKE.

Mr. Pullet was not only one of the solid men of our little city in regard to financial matters, but also In respect to those intellectual properties which are classed under the title of common sense. Nevertheless he was led by human nature or some other unfortuuate element in his composition into one error which, for a time, made life a nauseous draught

whisky that his grocery afforded. As was natural and proper, Mrs. Pullet had something to do with startling her husband toward his blunder. There would be no reality in marriage if women were not to have an influeneeover the characters and careers of their companions in life. They do they save them something, and they cost them something ihey get them out of this trouble, and

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tjiem into

that—being in the average and on the whole beneficial. We must consider that it is not their fault if there is a Law of Compensation. We may reason ably a«k, also, what is the use of Mr. Emerson's discovering a law if it is not put in practice?

Retreshed and encouraged by these limpses ot grand abstractions, let us pro teep with our story.

ng sleep, with the pleasant thoughts of th el Mrs. Pullet was lying in wait for him. last waking moments weaving themselves She kissed him when he came from the

One evening Mr. Puliet perceived that

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his two favorite lnxuries. honey and miik toast she reported the compliment of some old lady concerning his "looking sa young for a man of thirty-seven and, greatest of all, she diJ what every bache or erroneously prophesies that his w'fe will habitually do: she took away his muddy boots and brought him his slip jers. Since that mortifying failure of hers in attempting to get into high society by joining the Pontificalian church against her husband's will, the little woman had been less given than formerly to demanding her own way, and more to coaxing for it.

Mr. Pullet was not brute nor fool enough to show that he saw through her cajoleries. He had learned to make the best of her, and to take with contentment such petting as he might get, not exacting that it should spring altogether from unselfish motives. With the modesty which good sense draws from the little disappointments of life he had come to say "I am no great affair of a man, and must not demand that my wife shall be a wonder of a woman." So he stroked Mrs. Pullet's hair when she brought him the slippers, and resolved to grant her the desire of her heart if it were at all rational.

My dear, Mrs. Ottoman has been here," remarked the lad^', as soon as she judged the gentleman ripe for her proposition.

Mrs. Ottoman was a well-descended person who had lately set up a fashion able boarding-house across tne way, and whose stringency in selecting her inmates is shown by the fact that she took in no gentlemen who wore paper' collars. As Mrs. Pullet always had an eye aloft in social matters, she was polite to Mrs. Ottoman for the sake of knowing her 6eleet board ers.

Well?" blandly inquired Mr. Pullet, helping his wife along in her communications. "She just dropped in to ask a favor of us/' continued the encouraged lady. "She is expecting a Captain and Mrs. Steinway of the regular army, who are coming here to muster in the volunteers that is, the Captain is to muster them in, you know and he brings his wife. Well, she hasn't a room vacant, and she's perfectly miserable about it, for she's afraid they'll go to the hotel, and she says they* are elegant people and she hates to lose 'em. But in two weeks she'll have a room vacant, and so, if she can only get somewhere for them to 6tay till then, 6he'll be so much obliged." "Well, couldn't Widow Brown take jhem?" asked Pullet, who saw what his wife was driving at and did not fancy the idea of lodgers, "Oh they wouldn't stay there. Mrs. Brown hasn't a spring-bed in the house, and her window curtains are old, faded and her bed room carpets are ights. And they are such elegant peo pic! I thought, Joseph, that just to accommodate, now, we might try to put ourselves out a hitli. you know."

Here her expression became very b»seeching, and her hand stole coaxingly ir. '.0 her husband's. r. Pullet felt a strong repugnance to the proposition. He had none of that vanity which spurred his wife to struggle occasionally for an entrance into fashionable society and he had a pride in the fact that he was a "solid man," with a good bank account and a business which made him independent of makeshift means of living. To be sure, taking lodg ers for a fortnight, just to accommodate, would not hurt his credit but then he did not like the look of the thing as it appeared from his long established, solid stand-

Her father represented his district several times in congress, and was a lawyer by point of self-respect. —n Nnnmlu. 19th iftd9 "Mrs. Ottoman saw she was sure you would like them," urged the anxious Mrs,

profession. On November 12th, 1842, she waa united in marriage to William Ball, and soon afterward removed to this city, where Mr. Ball became prominent *s the ciril engineer of the Wabash and Erie canal.

She leaves seven children: four sons, W, C. and Spencer F., of The Gazette, John, of San Francisco, Cal., and Joseph, living here, and three daughters,

Pullett Captain Steinway has served a long time in the Rocky Mountains, and Visited the highest peaks and seen a great deal of the world. His wife was a Swammerdam. She is very literary. Mrs. Ottoman says she writes for something, and reads geology and all those things.-'

Mr. Pullet began to look at the proposition in a more favorable light. He cared brutally, little for the Swammerdams, but he had an affectionate veneration for literary talent, and he considered Hugh Miller the greatest genious of the century. It occurred to him that it would be delightlul to have somebody in thc house with whom he could discuss Macaulay's England and the pliocene period. Mrs. Pullet. alas! was helplessly idio'ie on those fcubjects.

Well, my dear," he said, "that alters the case. If they are people of that sort, I don't care how I make their acquaintance. They shall have the spare bedIrootn and they shall eat with us, if thsy jwant to, until Mrs. Ottoman can take them off our hands."

Mrs. Pullet was, of cOursfci" delighted, and rewarded him in a properly affectionate fashion.

Two days lafer Captain Francis Steinway and his wife Louis Swammerdam Steinway, occupied the best bedroom of the Pullet house and on the day following, after one trial of Mrs. Ottoman crowded dining room, they had seats at the Pullet table. Their host, who sup-

friends, who knew, and loved and hon-ij)0sed that literary ladies were frights, was ored her. Imuch surprised to find in the reputed au­

thoress an extremely pretty woman who did not look to be more than twenty-two, although, as she talked of an absent boy eight ears old, she might have been thirty. Her husband *as a tall, broadshouldered, handsomely built man of thirty-five, with a stern, bronzed face, but quiet manners, and a very gentle way of speaking. At times he showed a strong vein of humor in his conversation, especially when discoursing of his campaigning trials and dangers. He was "undoubtedly a brave man no one but a hero would have confessed so frankly the fear with which humanity goes into battle no soldier whobc record was not stainless would have told such anecdotes about himself as did Captain Steinway. "I never shall get used to fighting," said he. "I have been fighting for fifteen years, Mrs. Pullet, and I don't like it yet. It is just tolerable you can't praise it. Every time I go into battle I wish I was a lady. Yes, madame, and had a husband to do my fighting for me There's nothing like cannon and musketry for taking the conceit out of a man. 1 have been brought to give up my own opinion of what was right, on the'battlefield, Mrs. Pullet. I have wished that one side would beat, or else the other."

The Captain made these modest avowals with a hearty laugh but still it was easy to see that he was a fighting xia«, and that he had a temper. "That is a severe sort of fell aw," observed Pullet to his wife, with some awe and he's been accustomed to do a good deal of governing. But he's a perfect gentlemen. He keeps himself under a curb.bit, and says Sir or Madame every time. I must say I like his style."

He did not say how much he liked the style of Mrs. Steinway. He was deliberately tender of Mrs. Pullet's feelings, and he was instinctively tender of his own, so that he avoided causes of jealousy. But the truth is, that his admiration for the Captain was feeble compared with his admiration for the Captain's wife. He had never before conversed with such a fascinating woman, not even across his counter. So gay, and yet so lady-like so full of jokes, and vet so familiar with stratifications, able to instruct his wife in the arts of the toilet, and him self in the correlation of forces describing in one moment a European court ball, and in the next giving reminiscences of her friend Washington Irving leaping easily from the fashion plates in La Mode to a criticism, on In Memoriam and all the while graceful, natural, unpretending, she was to Pullet a dazzling wonder. We must not unduly blame this intelligent retail grocer if he was fascinated by the first lady of high social and intellectual culture wnom he had ever met. Had she been as homely as literary females are generally supposed lo be, lie could not have failed to perceive that she was more agreeable than simple, uneducated, unrefineu Mrs Pullet. Perhaps it is well for the peace of society that its differing grades do not mingle.

And Mrs. P., in her weakness for fine people, helped to hatch the incipient mis chief. She was delighted to watch her husband as he discoursed with Mrs Steinway, apparently on equal terms, about the nebular hypothesis, or something else that was as far a^eve herself as those aristocratic altitudes to which she incessantly aspired. She psreeived that this accomplished, well-descended lady could command entrance into the best circles, of our little city, and she imagined herself following her into those hitherto unattainable parlors where, perhaps, seraphim awung incense before the descendants ot the Knickerbockers. "Now do be attentive, Joseph," she urged, in the family privacy, "You did pick up her handkerchief so handsome this evenire She really blushed!" "Pshaw! blushing himself until he felt the curtains warm around him. "That's because her skin is so delicate. She changes, color at everything," "Oh, you needn't tell me, giggled Mrs. Pullet, with fatuity. "I know women they do love to haye men attentive*"

Meantime Mrs. Steinway was not ill pleased With her temporary boarding place. She thought milk-and-water of Mrs. Pullet she had taken her measure at the first glance she considered her a mere woman. And of the mere woman, that curious moral being who considers dress the reality of life and the individual the unimportant suadow, Mrs. Stein way had a very contemptible opinion.

But Mrs. Pullet was a oreature of possibilities. Could he have gone to college, he would have honored his alma mater could he have lived amsng highly educated people, he would have absorbed their culture. The fact that he could turn from the weighing of brown sugar and the bottling of superior double-canned Santa Cruz rum to an eager inquiry into the nature of the Darwinian hypothesis, made him as respectful in her eyes as if he had been bred a professor of all the sciences. The spectacle of a soul struggling daily out of the realms ot bread and butter toward the heights of scientific mystery strongly attracted her broad, intelligent sympathy, "Mr. Pullet is teally a man wirth noticing," she said to her husband. ""Do show him your 'Simplification of Field Fortifications.' He is capable of catch ing and appreciating your ideas and I think you might find his eriticism valuable. It might be all the more valuable for being fresh, and not biased by preconceived theories,"

As I am anxious to show something of Mrs. Steinwav's character, I will explain that this little speech was- made under the influence of more than one idea. In the first place, she was clever enough to have discovered that almost anybody's criticism is worth something. Then she liked to please she had a disposition to put even chance companions on good terms with themselves and so 6he wanted to pay Mr. Pullet a compliment on his general good sense. Finally she desired to secure an admirer for her husband. Notwithstanding the captain's vein of humor he was a reserved man, not disposed to seek for companionship, but nevertheless sensitive to neglect and lack of sympathy. She was forever breaking the ice which he made around himself, and so allowing people to come within friendly hail of him and she did this not only becuase it increased his happiness, but because she was proud of him, and wanted hhn to be known and appreciated.

Accordingly the grocer was consulted as to lines of approach and lines -of fire, somewhat to his perplexity, but vastly to his wife's gratification.

We must not, however, dwell entirely on the grave side of this intercourse. Mrs. Steinway was jolly, fond of joking, and much given to gales of laughter Delight­

ing in whist, she sat down to it solely for amusement, chattering like a magpie about the chances of the game, bragging hilariously of her honors, giggling when she trumped a hostile suit, and picking up an unexpected trick with a little scream ot triumpn. Always playing with Mr. Pullet, she showed a proper esprit du corps and cheered her partner to his best. Very lively and pleasant were those whist parties although the luck was provokin^partial to Mrs. Steinway. The Captain took his defeats with the patience of a soldier, and Mrs. Pullet was only too delighted to be beaten by a Swammerdam.

As for Mr. Pallet, he was more happy than he had any right to be, even takiny into account the fact that he was generally on the winning side. lie felt an enjoyment which tended toward infatuation in watching his partner's varying color, her gayly eager expression, her laughing blue eyes, and her quick, white fingers. The poor man began to misunderstand tiie lively lady who glanced at him so often and so intelligently. She had certain free, dashing ways of expressing her excitement which increased his disposition to judge her wrongfully. For instance. when she laid an untooked-for trump on along suit of hearts with which her husband was sweeping the game, she did it with this quotation from one of Montgomery's funeral hymns: •'There is no union here of hearts

Which hath not here an end." Mrs. Pullet looked a little frighteded at such an application of psalmody but Pullet, erroneous man I roared with laughter, and chuckled to himself "She's a fast one."

After a pleasant fortnight of Macaulay Hugh Miller, field fortifications and whist, the Steinways moved over to Mrs. Ottoman's, much to the regret of the Pullets. The Steinways, I must explicitly state, felt little or no regret, notwithstanding that they had been so companionable while in the house of the grocer. Much knocking about the world had made them (particularly by the lady) very ready in picking up acquaintance, and equally ready In dropping them. Mrs Steinway had been in twenty families like the Pullets had been charming to them all, because it was her nature to be charming and on leaving td forgotten them because she could not remember so many people.

But Mrs. Pullet had no expectation much less any intention, that she should be lorgotten. She was not only infatuated with the Steinways, but she believed that the Steinways were permanently delighted with the Pullets. Mereover, she felt that now was her chance to sail into the harbor of aristocracy that here was the pilot who was both able and willing to guide her bark Hnd that the voyage must be made at once. So, getting out her grappling i.'ons of perseverance and management, she clung fast to Mrs. Steinway, nee Swammerdam. Fearful, however that her single ability was not adequate to the proposed task, and having due confidence of late in the cleverness of her husband, she engaged him with constant urgency not to lose sight of their quondam lodgers. "Now, Joseph, do be attentive," was her evening song. "You haven't been to see Mrs., Steinway to-day. And you know she liked you so much! You really ought to follow it up. They are decidedly thc most genteel people we ever knew,'and so friendly! and you ought to be ashamed of yourself for neglecting them so."

Thi6 to a man who had thought that day six times of Mrs. Steinway to once of his wife, and from whose bosom honest peace had already taken its departure! Did Mrs. P. guess the danger into which she was spiriting her Joseph? Probably not! but at the same time it is to be feared that she would not have relented if she had guessed it: the flower on that possible nettle was altogether too tempting.

Joseph saw Mrs. Steinway oftener than his now guilty conscience allowed him to reveal to Mrs. Pullet. Hardly a day passed that he did not contrive to obtain for himself the luxury of a few words with her. Having learned by some surprising effort of intellect (how many men never learn it!) that ladies like flowers, he sent her a boquct when he did not dare to call or to join her in the street. He got himself a new morning suit for shop use, so that he might always be in decent condition to bow to her if she passed his door. He (became particular about the arrangement of his hair: surveyed himself often anxiously in mirrors rejuvenated his appearance with turndown collars. It afforded him an irrational comfort to reflect that he w*s no older than Byron, Burns, and Gustavus Adolphus when they died. He cogitated much on what Mrs. Steinway had said on this, that, and the other occasion, and laboriously discovered double-entendrea where the lady had been as innocent of any second meaning as the summer breeze. He became afraid of Captain Steinway he was ashamed to look him in the eye he wished he would leave town, He got nervous also with regard to his wife, and seldom faced her when She spoke of Mrs, Steinway,

Michelet asterts that the best of women occasionally have moral vertigos. I hope and try to believe that this is not so but I will not entirely deny the charge as to my own sex. It is, I fear a mortifying and deplorable fact that the purest of us men have periods, of longer or shorter duration, measurably by days, by months, or perhaps by yews, during which we are morally not quite sane. Either the devil besieges us, as, clergymen would have us believe or the health of the soul is intrinsically as variable a6 that of the body. I will not try to explain thc fact but I do positively and loudly though humbly affirm it I hold it up as a warning to both men and women.

Our lately respectable but now pitiable friend Joseph Pullet was so far lunatic at this period ot his life as to feel happy when he learned that the mustering »fficer had been ordered to the front as Colonel of a volunteer regiment, and that he would leave his wife at Mrs. Ottoman's. Mrs. Pullet, with a simplicity for which we can pardon her as being a gift of Heaven, was equally delighted. "Now, Joseph." she whispered, at the hour when nightingales sing, "you must be attentive. Mrs. Steinway will bo so dependant on us for company, and ^ou know she thinks so much of'y°u! She is going to have her little boy with her, and he is going to school here. But that won't matter. He is no company. You must be polite to her. and you will, won't you, Joseph?" "Certainly, pussy, if you wish it," responded Joseph, with a very mournful and contemptible affectatio'i of indifference in his tone. Fortunately, or rather, I should tay, unfortunately for him, his expression could not be seen on account of the darkness of the hour.

Te be Continued.