anaheim-gazette 1874-09-12

VOL. 4. Southern Californian. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. RICHARD MELROSE & CO., PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETORS. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One copy, one year (in advance)... $1.00 One copy, six months... $2.50 Business Cards. L. GUNTHER, PIONEER BOOT AND SHOE MAKER Cor. Third and Los Angeles Sts., Anaheim. DR. J. S. GARDINER, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Office in Clark & Austin's Building, ANAHEIM. MRS. A. HIGGINS, Ladies' Physician and Midwife. Particular attention given to diseases peculiar to women and children. Office and residence, corner Lemon and Center Streets, Anaheim. PIONEER DRUG STORE, Miscellaneous. R. LUEDKE, WATCH MAKER AND JEWELER, CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. EVERY DESCRIPTION OF WATCHES, CLOCKS, AND JEWELRY Carefully repaired and warranted. A first assortment of JEWELRY on hand. CLARK & AUSTIN, DEALERS IN Books, Stationery, and Fancy Goods, Toys, Viellas, Accordeons, ALBUMS, GOLD PENS, CANDIES, ETC. ANAHEIM. Agents for Averill's Chemical Paint. Also, for the San Francisco Deilies and Weeklies, Eastern Periodicals, and Hall's Patent Fire and Burglar Proof Safes. Give us a call. J. H. GOOCH, PRACTICAL HOUSE, SIGN, AND The Five Knaves—An O Once on a time, in Indoestra, A thief conceived a cunning (So potent is the voice of I) To save his throttle from the Though now the day was dawn When he by law was doomed He bade the jailor tell the thief He fain would show a womA precious secret fairly wow The ear of any prince on a And now the culprit being Into the royal presence, a "This golden coin which If planted, will become a Whose fruit—increased a Will be, like this, the pun I pray your majesty to try If this be true before I die With this the king and coInto the garden with interest To plant the curious coin But now, when all was real Exclaimed the thief, "What Would surely spoil our wifThe hand that plants the (Else all is naught) entire From stain of fraud; and Your gracious majesty wow The seed in earth." "Yeah, The king replied, "for in I pilfered from my sire; so For all my sorrow, may rhyme My good prime minister; His hand, no doubt, is wow Of any taint." "Nay," "That’s more than I can As tax-receiver—now—I have kept a trifle. So I To be excused for prudentness And let our commissary be The coin in hand. Sure, For he no doubt can stand, "Faith," said the commiWould rather not. I can My good intent; but since large sums of money evaporate for soldiers, sailors, and of spies—I wouldn’t give I have not kept a small amount entered in my book." DR. J. S. GARDINER, PHYSICIAN AND BURGEON. Office in Clark & Austin's Building, ANAHEIM. MRS. A. HIGGINS, Ladies' Physician and Midwife. Particular attention given to diseases peculiar to women and children. Office and residence, corner Lemon and Center Streets, Anaheim. PIONEER DRUG STORE, Center Street, corner of Lemon, Anaheim, Cal. W. M. HIGGINS. Proprietor, and Dealer in Drugs, Perfumery, and Garden Seeds. A. G. BEEBE, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER. Plans and Specifications drawn up with neatness and accuracy. Orders left at CLARK'S BOOK STORE will receive prompt attention. P. C. McKINNIE, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER. SHOP...ON CENTER STREET Adjoining Pioneer Livery Stable. GEO. C. KNOX, CIVIL ENGINEER and SURVEYOR. Office, at the CALIFORNIAN OFFICE, Los Angeles Street...Anaheim. A. BAILEY, JUSTICE OF THE PEACE. OFFICE, ENTERPRISE HALL BUILDING. J. W. CLARK, Notary Public and Justice of the Peace. Land Agent and Conveyancer. Acknowledgments taken. Loans negotiated on Real Estate security. Office at Clark's Building, opposite Planter's Hotel, Center Street. SAMUEL HAMILTON, Attorney and Counselor at Law. OFFICE...WITH WM. R. OLDEN, Center Street, Anaheim. JOSEPH BENNERSCHEIDT, Tin and Copper Smith, CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. STOVES, ETC., ALWAYS ON HAND. SAMUEL MEYER, CROCKERY, GLASSWARE, LAMPS, OILS Gas Fixtures and Kitchen Utensils. Commercial Street, Los Angeles. MR FLORA ELDREDGE, ALBUMS, GOLD PENS, CANDIES, ETC. ANAHEIM. Agents for Averill's Chemical Paint. Also, for the San Francisco Dullies and Weeklies, Eastern Periodicals, and Hall's Patent Fire and Burglar Proof Safes. Give us a call. J. H. GOOCH, PRACTICAL HOUSE, SIGN, AND CARRIAGE PAINTER. Opposite Poplar Row, CENTRE STREET...ANAHEIM. All kinds of Carriage Painting done in the VERY BEST STYLE Prices according to style and quality, from $15 upward. NOTICE TO SHIPPERS. GREAT REDUCTION IN FREIGHT. ANAHEIM LIGHTER COMPANY. This Company is now prepared to receive and deliver freight at the Lowest Rates. Shippers will please send Bills of Lading by Steamer, and mark freight care "Anaheim Lighter Company." No charge for Storage on Grain. ROST E. WHITE. Agent Anaheim Lighter Company. B. DREYFUS & CO., GROWERS AND DEALERS IN CALIFORNIA WINES AND CRAPE BRANDIES 117 and 119 Broadway, and 62 and 64 Cedar St., NEW YORK. F. A. KORN & CO., Wholesale and Retail Dealers in WINES. FINE WINES AND LIQUORS Of the Best Selected Varieties. Call and see Sample Rooms, corner Los Angeles and First North Streets, Anaheim, Cal. ANAHEIM DRUG STORE, Years ago, at a graft that overlooked the Rhône ed a mysterious organ composer who had played long had suddenly died from the king to the prince dering who could be a place; when one brightening as the sexton entered he saw a stranger sit shrouded organ. He felt man, with a palp handsome face; great eyes, and hair like the gloss and color, sweeping over his shoulders. Notice the sexton, but such music as he instrument no words of it. The astonished listener the organ seemed to laugh—that it wailed and said as if a tortured throbbing through the music at length hastened to the strange "Pray who are you." Do not ask my name! I heard that you were an organist, and have come to the sexton. "Why," that's dead and gone. No, no; you overstranger, with a sad if disinclined to convey from old Hans and bends now the music of rowful strain to a grate the mysterious organ." Looking upward Played, till from God's glory smoothed and his countenance that of St. Michael Guido. Lost in the harm around him, he sat gaze on the distance which he caught th Tin and Copper Smith, CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. STOVES, ETC., ALWAYS ON HAND. SAMUEL MEYER, CROCKERY, GLASSWARE, LAMPS, OILS Gas Fixtures and Kitchen Utensils. Commercial Street, Los Angeles. MR FLORA ELDREDGE, MILLINER, CENTRE STREET...ANAHEIM. Ladies will find Butterick's celebrated Patterns for sale. HATS AND BONNETS MADE TO ORDER. BATH HOUSE and BARBER SHOP CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. PROF. DEAN, PROPRIETOR. CITY BAKERY, CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. CHARLES MILLE, ... PROPRIETOR. Fresh bread constantly on hand. GEORGE BAUER. BOOTS AND SHOES Made and repaired at the lowest cash price. All orders promptly attended to, and work guaranteed. GEORGE BAUER. Los Angeles St., opposite Enterprise Hall. S.C. FOY, PIONEER SADDLE & HARNESS MAKER Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Saddlery, Leather & Findings No. 11, Los Angeles St., Los Angeles. CARPET WAREHOUSE. AARON SMITH, Importer and Dealer in Carpets, Mielatha, Paper Banglegs, and Upholstery Goods. Carpets sewed and put down neatly. No. 70 Journey Block, Los Angeles. WINES. FINE WINES AND LIQUORS Of the Best Selected Varieties. Call and see Sample Rooms, corner Los Angeles and First North Streets, Anaheim, Cal. ANAHEIM DRUG STORE, Center Street, Anaheim. H. BLANKEN, Proprietor and Dealer in Drugs and Medicines, Patent Medicines, TRUSSES, TOILET ARTICLES, PERFUMERY, etc. Wines and Liquors for Medical Use. PRESCRIPTIONS CAREFULLY DISPENSED. F. LANGINBEROER. L. HALBERSTADT. HALBERSTADT & CO. ANAHEIM LANDING, DEALERS IN LUMBER OF EVERY DESCRIPTION, Keep constantly on hand a large and complete assortment of REDWOOD and OREGON PINE LUMBER Rough, Surfaced, Tongued and Grooved. Also, Posts, Shingles, Shakes, Lathes, Doors, Blinds, Plain and Fancy Pickets, Windows, Mouldings, Lime, Plaster, Hair, Nails, and Hardware. All of our Lumber is of the best quality and we are determined to sell at the LOWEST RATES. All kinds of GRAIN AND COUNTRY FROULLESS LOOKING UPWAITED Played, till from God's glory smoothed and his countenance that of St. Michael Guido. Lost in the harmome around him, he sat gaze on the distance which he caught the dow when there was church-door, and swarming in. Am seen a young girl w en hair, eyes of viol wild cherries. The Elizabeth; and all she seated herself in oined pew approprion The mysterious orn upon her and wen bloom faded from quivered; her whole lous. At last her e organist in a long then the melody l and once more wa clamored. "By my faith," w his daughter, "this ter hand. Hark y your wedding." The pale lips of but she could not with grief. Like o she saw the pale m heard the melody edifice. Aye, full he was, why the breathing out the soul. When the servi royal party had stole away as my come. He was ne sexton till the ve appeared in the or ed his task. Wh figure glided in n shrine. There a worshipers dispensed tonched her on th "Madam every you, and I wish t "I am not roa reply. "Leave me The sexton dr niche, and watch The Five Knaves—An Oriental Tale. Once on a time, in Indostan, A thief conceived a cunning plan (So potent is the voice of Hope) To save his throttle from the rope, Though now the day was drawing nigh When he by law was doomed to die. He hade the jailer tell the king He fain would show a wond'r reas thing— A precious secret fairly worth The ear of any prince on earth. And now the calpit, being led Into the royal presence, said, "This golden coin which here you see, If planted, will become a tree Whose fruit—increased a hundred fold— Will be, like this, the purest gold. I pray your majesty to try If this be true before I die." With this the king and courtiers went into the garden with intent To plant the curious coin of gold. But now, when all was ready, "Hold," Exclaimed the thief, "this hand of mine Would surely spoil our whole design; The hand that plants the gold must be (Else all is naught) entirely free From stain of fraud; and so I pray Your gracious majesty will lay The seed in earth." "Yes—no—in sooth," The king replied, "for in my youth I pilfered from my sire; some stain, For all my sorrow, may remain. My good prime minister is here; His hand, no doubt, is wholly clear Of any taint." "Nay," he replied, "That's more than I can well decide; As tax-receiver—now—I may Have kept a trifle. So I pray To be excused for prudence sake, And let our commissary take The coin in hand. Sure that were best, For he no doubt can stand the test." "Faith," said the commissary, "I Would rather not. I can't deny My good intent; but since I pay Large sums of money every day For soldiers, sailors, and a herd Of spies—I wouldn't give my word I have not kept a small amount Not entered in my book account." mysterious organist still kept his post, but his head was bowed upon the instrument, and he could not see the lone devotee. At length she rose from the silea, and, moving to the organ-loft, she pounced beside the musician. "Betram!" she murmured. Quick as thought the organist raised his head. There, with the light of a lamp suspended to the arch above falling upon her, stood the princess who had graced the royal pew that day. The court dress of velvet, with its soft ermine trimmings; the tiara, the necklace, the bracelets, had been exchanged for a gray serge robe and a long thick veil, which was now pushed back from the fair, girlish face. "Oh, Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" exclaimed the organist; and he sank at her feet and gazed wistfully into her eyes. "Why are you here, Betram?" asked the princess. "I came to bid you farewell; and, as I dared not venture into the palace, I gained access to to the cathedral by bribing the bell ringer, and taking the vacant seat of the dead organist. Let my music breathe out the adieu that I could not trust my lips to utter." A low moan was the only answer, and he continued: "You are to be married to-morrow?" "Yes," sobbed the girl, "Oh, Bertram—what a trial it will be to stand at yonder altar and take upon me the vow, which will doom me to a living death!" "Think of me," rejoined the organist "Your royal father has requested me to play at your wedding, and I have promised to be here. If I were your equal I could be the bridegroom instead of the orphanist; but a poor musician must give you up." HOUSEHOLD. Liberty versus Custom. Among all the declarations of liberty which American mankind is so fond of making, it seems strange that there is no league, association, party, or other combination to defend honest men against worn-out or absurd customs. For example, will any man tell me why I am forbidden by what is called "good manners" to pour my tea into a saucer, and cool it there? Much reproach has been heaped upon "strong" tea and coffee which properly belongs to hot tea and coffee. Every one knows how much the efficient action of chemical agents is intensified by heat. Scalding tea is far worse than strong tea; but to be both scalding and strong is an attack upon the human body which no man ought to venture who has any regard for health. But etiquette forbids me to cool my coffee in any other manner than by waiting. Coffee cups, in houses where the secret of making good coffee is known, should be like the human heart, large and deep, and in such cases the beverage will, like true affection, cool very slowly. Hence, one who does not wish to wait till the meal is over before drinking coffee, must either cool it in his sancer or drink it hot, or wait and drink it after breakfast, and all because of the absurd notion that it is not good manners to pour coffee into your sancer! The spirit of "Seventy-six" ought to rise with every afflicting gulp of hot coffee! The custom is wanton and cruel. It is tyranny over the inner man, carried on by force, if not by the sword. I count it, therefore, a duty to humanity to set at defiance the edicts of this li- What? "I think that woman dreadful ed me," queer chieby the lawyer o no nothing clients, rough m At the end in town nose and we were paw well m ensus. B ship, we strug Our first tronomic day differ and I did stead of ference. Didn't nner you views." Billy abh i was a ablute mind tha long an business different me. We and slap my being the felde molasse. The Mysterious Organist. Years ago, at a grand old cathedral that overlooked the Rhine, there appeared a mysterious organist. The great composer who had played the organ so long had suddenly died, and everybody from the king to the peasant, was wondering who could be found to take his place; when, one bright Sabbath morning, as the sexton entered the church, he saw a stranger sitting at the crape shrouded organ. He was a tall, graceful man, with a pale but strikingly handsome face; great black, melancholy eyes, and hair like the raven's wing for gloss and color, sweeping in dark waves over his shoulders. He did not seem to notice the sexton, but went on playing; and such music as he drew from the instrument no words of mine can describe. The astonished listener declared that the organ seemed to have grown human—that it wailed and sighed and clamored as if a tortured human heart was throbbing through the pipes. When the music at length ceased, the sexton hastened to the stranger, and said: "Pray who are you, sir?" "Do not ask my name," he replied. "I heard that you were in want of an organist, and have come here on trial." "You'll be sure to get the place," said the sexton. "Why, you surpass him that's dead and gone, sir." Looking up, full of grace, Played, till from a happy place, God's spirit mote him on the face, and his countenance seemed not unlike that of St. Michael as portrayed by Guido. Lost in the harmonies which swelled around him, he sat with his far-seeing gaze on the distant sky, a glimpse of which he caught through an open window. A low moan was the only answer, and he continued: "You are to be married to-morrow?" "Yes," sobbed the girl, "Oh, Bertram—what a trial it will be to stand at your alter and take upon me the vow, which will doom me to a living death!" "Think of me," rejoined the organist "Your royal father has requested me to play at your wedding, and I have promised to be here. If I were your equal I could be the bridegroom instead of the orphanist; but a poor musician must give you up." "It is like rending body and soul asunder to part with you!" said the girl. "To-night I may tell you this—tell you how fondly I love you—but in a few hours it will be a sin. Go! go!—and God bless you!" The next morning dawned in cloudless splendor. At an early hour the cathedral was thrown open, and the sexton began to prepare for the brilliant wedding. Flame-colored leaves came rushing down from the trees and lay in light heaps upon the ground; and the ripe wheat waved like a golden sea, and berries dropped in red and purple clusters over the rocks along the Rhine. At length the palace gates were opened, and the royal party appeared, escorting the Princess Elizabeth to the cathedral, where her marriage was to be solemnized. It was a brave pageant—far brighter than the enteined foliage and blossoms wore the tufts of plumes which floated from stately heads, and the feast-colored ribbon which adorned down from the housings of the superb staircase. But the princess, mounted on a snow-white palefrey, clad in snow-white velvet, looked pale and sad; on nearing the church, she heard a gush of organ struck on her ear a funeral knell; she trembled and would have fallen to the ground had not a page supported her. A few moments afterward she entered the cathedral. There, with his retinue, stood the royal bridegroom, whom she had never before seen. But her glance roved from him to the organ loft where she had expected to see the mysterious organist. He was gone, and she was obliged to return the graceful bow of the king, to whom she had been trotted from motives of policy. Mechanically she knelt at his side on the altar stone; mechanically she listened to the service and made responses. Then her husband drew her toward him in a convulsive embrace, and whisp-red: "Elizabeth, my queen, my wife, look up!" Trembling in every limb, she obeyed. Why did those dark eyes thrill her so? Why did that smile bring a glow on her cheek? Ah! though the king eled order glittered on his breast, he seemed the same humble person who had been employed to organ music, and taught her the lore of love. "Elizabeth," murmured the monarch, "Betram Oscar, the mysteries organist, and King Oscar are one! Forgive my strategem; I wished to marry you; but I would not drag an unwilling bride to the altar. Your father was in the secret." While tears of joy rained from her music breathe out the adieu that I could not trust my lips to utter." A low moan was the only answer, and he continued: "You are to be married to-morrow?" "Yes," sobbed the girl, "Oh, Bertram—what a trial it will be to stand at your alter and take upon me the vow, which will doom me to a living death!" "Think of me," rejoined the organist "Your royal father has requested me to play at your wedding, and I have promised to be here. If I were your equal I could be the bridegroom instead of the orphanist; but a poor musician must give you up." "It is like rending body and soul asunder to part with you!" said the girl. "To-night I may tell you this—tell you how fondly I love you—but in a few hours it will be a sin. Go! go!—and God bless you!" The next morning dawned in cloudless splendor. At an early hour the cathedral was thrown open, and the sexton began to prepare for the brilliant wedding. Flame-colored leaves came rushing down from the trees and lay in light heaps upon the ground; and the ripe wheat waved like a golden sea, and berries dropped in red and purple clusters over the rocks along the Rhine. At length the palace gates were opened, and the royal party appeared, escorting the Princess Elizabeth to the cathedral, where her marriage was to be solemnized. It was a brave pageant—far brighter than the enteired foliage and blossoms wore the tufts of plumes which floated from stately heads, and the feast-colored ribbon which adorned down from the housings of the superb staircase. But the princess, mounted on a snow-white palefrey, clad in snow-white velvet, looked pale and sad; on nearing the church, she heard a gush of organ struck on her ear a funeral knell; she trembled and would have fallen to the ground had not a page supported her. A few moments afterward she entered the cathedral. There, with his retinue, stood the royal bridegroom, whom she had never before seen. But her glance roved from him to the organ loft where she had expected to see the mysterious organist. He was gone, and she was obliged to return the graceful bow of the king, to whom she had been trotted from motives of policy. Mechanically she knelt at his side on the altar stone; mechanically she listened to the service and made responses. Then her husband drew her toward him in a convulsive embrace, and whisp-red: "Elizabeth, my queen, my wife, look up!" Trembling in every limb, she obeyed. Why did those dark eyes thrill her so? Why did that smile bring a glow on her cheek? Ah! though the king eled order glittered on his breast, he seemed the same humble person who had been employed to organ music, and taught her the lore of love. "Elizabeth," murmured the monarch, "Betram Oscar, the mysteries organist, and King Oscar are one! Forgive my strategem; I wished to marry you; but I would not drag an unwilling bride to the altar. Your father was in the secret." While tears of joy rained from her music breathe out the adieu that I could not trust my lips to utter." A low moan was the only answer, and he continued: "You are to be married to-morrow?" "Yes," sobbed the girl, "Oh, Bertram—what a trial it will be to stand at your alter and take upon me the vow, which will doom me to a living death!" "Think of me," rejoined the organist "Your royal father has requested me to play at your wedding, and I have promised to be here. If I were your equal I could be the bridegroom instead of the orphanist; but a poor musician must give you up." "It is like rending body and soul asunder to part with you!" said the girl. "To-night I may tell you this—tell you how fondly I love you—but in a few hours it will be a sin. Go! go!—and God bless you!" The next morning dawned in cloudless splendor. At an early hour the cathedral was thrown open, and the sexton began to prepare for the brilliant wedding. Flame-colored leaves came rushing down from the trees and lay in light heaps upon the ground; and the ripe wheat waved like a golden sea, and berries dropped in red and purple clusters over the rocks along the Rhine. At length the palace gates were opened, and the royal party appeared, escorting the Princess Elizabeth to the cathedral, where her marriage was to be solemnized. It was a brave pageant—far brighter than the enteired foliage and blossoms wore the tufts of plumes which floated from stately heads, and the feast-colored ribbon which adorned down fromthe housings ofthe superb staircase. But the princess, mounted on a snow-white palefrey, clad in snow-white velvet, looked pale and sad; on nearingthe church,the hearda gushoforganstruckonherearfuneralknell;s trembledandwouldhavefallentohegroundhadnotapagesupportedher.Afewmomentsafterwardsheenteredthecathedral.Thewherewithhisretinuestoodtheplateinahopelesschase,andatlengthabitbitofbreadiscalledinasauxiliary,andthus，whiletheslim-leggedfork，inonehandischasinga slimliquidmouthful,awadofbreadinothergoesmoppingandsopingaroundtoformacorner,andbetweenthetwoisatlengthaccomplishedwhatiscalledgenteefeeding! Meanwhile,a broaddeakife fittedfortheveryfunctionwhichtheforkrefuses,andthewadofbreadillperforms.Thereasonsforrefusingthe knifeasanactivefeedingimplementareworthyoftheawkwardpractice.“Itisilabletocutthemouth,”nomorethanaforkisto stickinto lipand tongue. If men ate with razors,thewouldbesomereasonforavoidance.Buttableknivesarebluntdifficulttomake themcutwhenonetries,andiftheyareproperlyused,thebackofbladewillturntothemouth.Wedeoobjecttothefork;butwedemandarestorationoftheknifefrombanishment.Wedo不愿 desireto enforceitsuse,buthucha liberationashallleaveeachonefreetousetheknielforconveyingfoodtothemonthwhenthatismostconvenient,andtheforkwhenthatispreferred.Equalrightswe demandforblackandwhite,for Lost in the harmonies which swelled around him, he sat with his far-seeing gaze on the distant sky, a glimpse of which he caught through an open window, when there was a stir about the church-door, and a royal party came swarming in." Among them might be seen a young girl, with a wealth of golden hair, eyes of violet hue, and lips like wild cherries. This was the Princess Elizabeth; and all eyes turned to her as she seated herself in the velvet cushioned pew appropriated to the court. The mysterious organist fixed his gaze upon her and went on playing. The bloom faded from her cheek; her lip quivered; her whole frame grew tremulous. At last her eyes met those of the organist in a long yearning look, and then the melody lost its joyous notes, and once more wailed and sighed and clamored. "By my faith," whispered the king to his daughter, "this organist has a master hand. Hark ye, he shall play at your wedding." The pale lips of the princess parted, but she could not speak; she was dumb with grief. Like one in a painful dream she saw the pale man at the organ, and heard the melody which filled the vast edifice. Aye, full well she knew who he was, why the instrument seemed breathing out the agony of a tortured soul. When the service was over, and the royal party had left the cathedral, he stole away as mysteriously as he had come. He was not seen again by the sexton till the vesper hour, and then he appeared in the organ loft and commenced his task. While he played a veiled figure glided in and knelt near a side shrine. There she remained till the worshipers dispersed, when the sexton tonched her on the shoulder, and said: "Madam everybody has gone out but you, and I wish to close the doors." "I am not ready to go yet," was the reply. "Leave me! leave me!" The sexton drew back into a shady niche, and watched and listened. The Why did those dark eyes thrill her so? Why did that smile bring a glow on her cheek? Ah! though the king wore the royal purple, and many a jeweled order glittered on his breast, seemed the same humble person who had been employed to teach organ music, and taught her the lore of love. "Elizabeth," murmured the monarch, "Betram Oscar, the mysterious organist, and King Oscar are one! Forgive my strategem; I wished to marry you; but I would not drag an unwilling bride to the altar. Your father was in the secret." While tears of joy rained from her blue eyes, the new-made queen returned her husband's fond kiss, and for once, two hearts were made happy by a royal marriage. An Editor.—The young man who is fitting himself for a journalistic career asks us if the chief editor's position is difficult. On the contrary it is the most comfortable place on the paper. He has only to dash off a few columns of editorials a day and then enjoy himself. All the good-looking women with poems are shown into his rooms, and he smokes all the cigars sent in for the reporters. He receives invitations to deliver addresses at country fairs, and carries home the best of the books sent in for review. When he hasn't anything else to do he looks over copy and carefully runs his pencil through the joke the writer struggled four hours with and considered his masterpiece.—Milwaukee Sentinel. A timely warning to attractive young ladies is offered by a story that comes to us from North Carolina. A Mr. James Goforth had been courting a Miss Susan Pointdexter, and, as she flatly rejected his offer, he grew frantic, and ran up and caught her ear in his teeth. Her shrieks soon brought all the family to her assistance, but the girl's father had to insert the pothooks between Goforth's teeth, and make the old woman hit him on the head with a door-pin, before he could be forced to loose his hold. Gen. P. G. T. Beauregard has been appointed chief engineer of the Argentine Republic, at an annual salary of $20,000 in gold. He is to have charge of the defensive works of the government, and will superintend the explorations of the Plata River. He will sail from New York in a few days. If men ate with razors, there would be some reason for avoidance. But tableknives are blunt-edged. It is even difficult to make them cut when one tries, and if they are properly used, the back of the blade will be turned to the mouth. We do not object to the fork; but we demand a restoration of the knife from banishment. We do not desire to enforce its use, but such a liberation as shall leave each one free to use the knife for conveying food to the month when that is most convenient, and the fork, when that is preferred. Equal rights we demand for black and white, for home-born or emigrant, for rich and poor, for men and women, and for forks and knives.—H. W. Beecher. LEMON CUSTARDS.—Beat the yolks of eight eggs till they are as white as milk, then put to them a pint of boiling water the rinds of two lemons grated, and the juice sweetened to your taste. Stir it on the fire till thick enough, then add a large glass of rich wine and half a glass of brandy; give the whole one scald and put it in cups to be eaten cold. To CLEAR A ROOM OF MOSQUITROS.—Take of gum camphor a piece about one third size of an egg and evaporate it by placing it in a tin vessel and holding it over a lamp or candle, taking care that it does not ignite. The smoke will soon fill the room and expel the mosquitos. This is sure to keep the odious insects quiet. RASPBERRY LILY—Boil rice so that the kernels will be as distinct as possible, spread a spoonful upon a dessert-plate, cover it all but the edges with ripe raspberries, pour over it two spoonsfuls of sweetened strawberry or raspberry juice, sprinkle over the whole some white sugar, and serve cold. Henry Beecher, the pastor's aldest son, is living with his family in his father's house on the Heights. He is in the insurance business in the firm of Beecher & Benedict, on Court Street, Brooklyn. He is past thirty, and was a colonel in the late war. The second son William, is a Yale graduate, about 25 years old, and studying in a Brooklyn law office. Herbert is 18, and is the youngest of the family, and is an undergraduate of Amherst College. The only daughter is Mrs. Harriet Scoville, the wife of a minister in Norwich, N.Y. Mr. and Mrs. Beecher have buried two or three children. MORTON REMINDED JOHN OP. "I think," I said, "Morton stuck on that word 'doctrinaire,' it had such a dreadful sound to him." "He reminded me," respondled the Senator, "of a queer character we once had in Nevada by the name of Pokebury. He was a lawyer of some promise, but came to nothing through drink. Losing all his clients, he went to mining and joined a rough mither by the name of Spokes. At the end of a week, Pokebury appeared in town with a black eye, a swollen nose and lacerated garments. Of course we were anxious to know all about it. 'Well, you see,' said he, 'Billy and I were partners, and I like Billy, for he's a well meaning man for an uneducated ensa. But Billy and I dissolved partnership, we settled and struck—leastwise we struck each other and Billy settled. Our first little difference was of an astronomical character. We divided the day different. Billy divided on 6 A.M., and I divided on 10 A.M., and Billy, instead of allowing for astronomical difference, said I was a lazy dog. But I didn't mind that, for Billy was my partner, you see, and had a right to his views.' Then we differed on ablation. Billy abluted before breakfast, and said I was a dirty dog, for you see I always ablute after breakfast. But I didn't mind that, for people will differ, and so long as the difference don't affect the business what's the odds. But the third difference was just a little too much for me. We were sitting down to beans and slapjacks, and Billy blowing about my being a greedy dog, when suddenly the fellow said, "I'd thank you for those molasses." This was too much—no A Lumberman's Camp on the Pacific. In the gorge of the Sylopish we visited a lumberman's camp. All around huge trunks of trees stood like towers and rustic monuments, while the bruised and broken underbrush marked where fell the forest monarchs. Throughout all the Sound region the trees are cut at a considerable height—eight, ten, fifteen, or even twenty feet. The huge fire have churn-shaped trunks, which are exceedingly tough near the ground. A tree that is five feet in diameter at a height of eight feet, at three feet is probably eight feet through. To cut through this mass of tough wood in the labor of hours, but if one can by any means get high enough to end where the "churn" three-fourths of the work is avoided. To build a saffold for general use would be no saving of labor, for no two trees would be likely to require cutting at the same height. An extension ladder would be an awkward and inconvenient thing, not answering the purpose at all. The choppers have invented a process that is both cheap and convenient. A narrow, deep notch is cut in the tree at a suitable height, and into this is driven one end of a stout springy board five or six feet long. On this the axman stands. Sometimes it is necessary to insert two or three such boards before the required height is reached. To one who has never witnessed this method of tree-felling, it looks both curious and dangerous. But these men are strong of limb, firm-nerved, with muscles like steel. Accidents are rare. The camp was a low, roughly built cabin, with an ox-stable near, as comfortable a building in appearance as that in which the men lived. A team of Hence, one who till the meal is coffee, must either drink it hot, or breakfast, and all mention that it is coffee into your reference, said I was a lazy dog. But I didn't mind that, for Billy was my partner, you see, and had a right to his views. Then we differed on ablution. Billy abluted before breakfast, and said I was a dirty dog, for you see I always ablute after breakfast. But I didn't mind that, for people will differ, and so long as the difference don't affect the business what's the odds. But the third difference was just a little too much for me. We were sitting down to beans and slapjacks, and Billy blowing about my being a greedy dog, when suddenly the fellow said, "I'd thank you for those molasses." This was too much—no man can say "those molasses" to me and live, and I just took him in the countenance with a right-hander that settled him and his d—insulting bad grammar together. That's the way we dissolved. I'm in town, and I guess Billy will be here in a couple of weeks. And so," continued the Senator, "Morton stuck on doctrinaire." —Donn Piatt. PLEASURES OF TRAVEL IN AMERICA. The philosophical patience with which Americans take those moving accidents by flood and field, reminds one of the Stoic of olden time. For instance, when the roads are bad it is usual for the passengers to get out and walk until the travel becomes better (i.e., stuck up to the hub in a stiff mud-rut, or heeled over); the common expedient is to get a fence-rail, or two or three, and by a judicious application of lever power, and a vigorous use of the tongue, the passengers and horses commonly get out all right again; but frequently the wheels require to be pried out so often, that when the stake fence is not at hand, a passenger carries a rail along on his shoulder, as a portable avail against an emergency. An instance, however, is mentioned of an over sensitive Hoosier, who had to walk ten or twelve miles, with the mud half-way up his cow-hide boots, and who had done good service with his rail, but felt a little "riled, and kind of disposed to talk right out about the darned thing;" and on coming into the village and proceeding to the coach agent's office indignantly, and addressing that functionary, said— "You're agent, I guess?" "Yes, sir." Well, look here; I'm a passenger by that stage, sir; and I want to go back to-morrow; but though I don't object to pay my fare and walk through, I'm consarned if I believe in having to carry a rail." A traveling book agent stopped at a tavern in New Jersey while on a tramp. The landlady was a widow, the mother of three uncommonly plain daughters, who took a fancy to the agent. While at dinner one day he was requested by the widow to carve the meat, and serve it out to the company at the table. My dear madam," said he, "really you must excuse me, for I do not understand carving. I am accustomed to being served, not to doing service." Not understand carving meat! Mercy on me!" ejaculated the lady. What kind of a woman must your mother have been? A nice husband you'd make, to be sure. Why, if you was to come to me, and say, 'Widow Fox,' can I have one of your gals for a friend? I would call on Mr. T— A narrow, deep noten is cut in the tree at a suitable height, and into this is driven one end of a stout springboard five or six feet long. On this the axman stands. Sometimes it is necessary to insert two or three such boards before the required height is reached. To one who has never witnessed this method of tree-felling, it looks both curious and dangerous. But these men are strong of limb, firm-nerved, with muscles like steel. Accidents are rare. The camp was a low, roughly built cabin, with an ox-stable near, as comfortable a building in appearance as that in which the men lived. A team of oxen heavily laden came toiling down to the landing. No trucks or sledges are used in transporting the logs. The road is carefully laid out to obtain the best grade possible, and then "skidded." The skids consist of small logs, from which the bark has been removed, six or eight inches in diameter and eight feet in length. These firmly imbedded in the earth from five to six feet apart, are laid across the road. The logs from which the bark has also been removed, are drawn over this skidded road with more facility than they could be were the trucks used which are usually adopted by lumbermen in regions where there is no snow. —Overland for September. A TELESCOPIC VIEW OF THE MOON. By means of a good telescope a very distinct view may be obtained of the moon. With a power of 1,000 we are, as it were, brought to within 230 miles of its surface, and on very favorable occasions a power even higher than this has been applied. With the highest power, however, yet employed, no trace of any inhabitants has been discovered, though any large town must have been seen, did such exist on the visible side. Even to the naked eye the moon presents the appearance of a rugged and uneven surface, and telescopic observations confirm this opinion. We find that in many parts of its surface very high mountains exist, and the elevation of many of these has been measured by observing the shadows cast by them when the sun shines obliquely. At the time of full moon, these shadows that have hitherto been so conspicuous, disappear as the sun then shines vertically upon them. Very accurate maps have now been drawn of the moon's surface on a large scale, and the principal mountains have received names, usually those of celebrated astronomers. One peak, named Newton, is found to have an elevation of nearly 24,000 feet, and several others are very lofty. AN INDIAN PONY EXPRESS. It is wonderful how rapidly news is transmitted among the Indians, and it is in the accomplishment of this work that they show the most wonderful power of endurance. News is received that it is important should go to some distant tribe or village, and one or more Indians prepare for the work. A feast is made and they eat and dance; eating as much as a dozen white men would eat; they call on their neighbors and eat again; and continue dancing and eating until nature exhausted, forces sleep. After sleeping a few hours they eat strain, and are then ready for business. They mount the fastest rony in camp and are off riding Beat the yolks of care as white as milk, spindle of boiling water, mornons grated, and the taste. Stir it enough, then add a wine and half a glass of whole one scald and eat them cold. Boil rice so that you as distinct as possible upon a dessert; but the edges with your over it two spoon-strawberry or raspberry over the whole some serve cold. The pastor's aldest his family in his fatha-Heights. He is in the firm of Beech-Court Street, Brook thirty, and was a col-ear. The second son, male graduate, about 23 undying in a Brooklyn bert is 18, and is the family, and is an understerr College. The only Harriet Scoville, the new in Norwich, N.Y., beacher have buried two It is a beautiful sight to attend an Arizona wedding. The bride in white, the happy groom, the solemn minister, the smiling parents, and from twenty-five to forty shot-guns standing against the wall ready for use, make up a panorama not soon forgotten. AN INDIAN PONY EXPRESS. It is wonderful how rapidly news is transmitted among the Indians, and it is in the accomplishment of this work that they show the most wonderful power of endurance. News is received that it is important should go to some distant tribe or village, and one or more Indians prepare for the work. A feast is made and they eat and dance; eating as much as a dozen white men would eat; they call on their neighbors and eat again; and continue dancing and eating until nature exhausted, forces sleep. After sleeping a few hours they eat again, and are then ready for business. They mount the fleecest pony in camp and are off, riding day and night, without food, water, or rest, for five days sometimes. Arriving at their destination, they state the news, and another round of feasting and dancing commences, to be followed, perhaps by a tramp of 200 miles more in another direction. With the news to another tribe. By these couriers every movement of Custer is reported, and long before his command reaches the Black Hill the Sioux will be apprised, not only of his approach; but of his strength. Bismarck Tribune. The rapid descent to ruin of South Carolina is well illustrated by the figures given by the Charleston News in regard to the land confiscated in default of the payment of State taxes. In twenty-two counties there has been sold or confiscated by the State, in two years, 580,134 acres of land, equal in area to 960 square miles, and throughout the entire State, the sales and forfeitures reach 848,657 acres, or 1,226 square miles. As the entire area of land assessed for taxation is but little over 16,-500,000 acres, it follows that five percent of the whole area of the State has already been confiscated for the non-payment of taxes. At this rate, Moose and his minions will soon have a State half as large as New York to sell to the highest bidder—N.Y. Times. Henry Ward Becher says: "Did you ever see a young robin open its mouth? One who sees it for the first time would almost step back with a sense of dugge. A young robin is like an old-fashioned purse. It has a body and packaged up mouth, but when once the strings are loose, and the purse open, there is nothing but open left. A young robin, with a slight additional distension, could turn itself inside out."