anaheim-gazette 1874-09-19

Southern Californian. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. RICHARD MELROSE & CO., PUBLISHERS AND PROPRIETORS. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One copy, one year (in advance)... $4 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, Center Street corner of Lemon, Anaheim, Cal. 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, Violins, Accordions, ALBUMS, GOLD PENS, CANDIES, ETC. ANAHEIM. Agents for Averill's Chemical Paint. Also, for the San Francisco Dailies and Weeklies, Eastern Periodicals, and Hall's Patent Fire and Burglar Proof Safes. Give us a call. J. H. GOOCH, PRACTICAL HOUSE, SIGN, AND CARPIACE PAINTER A Sea Drew The waves are glad in breeds. The rocks are fringed with I walk once more a haunted A stranger, yet at home-A land of dreams I roam Is this the wind, the soft air That stirred thy locks of Are these the rocks whose The trail of thy light goes Where boy and girl sat at I see the gray fort's broken The boats that rock below And out at sea, the passing We saw so long ago Rose-red in morning's g The freshness of the early On every beese is blow As glad the sea, as blue ta The change is ours along The saddest is my own A stranger, now, a world- Is he who bears my name But thou, methinks, who Immortal youth became Art evermore the same Thou art not here, thou a Thy place I cannot see I only know that where the The blessed angels be, And heaven is glad for Forgive me if the evil year Have left on me their Wash out, O soul so beaten The many stains of mi In tears of love divine Oh, turn from me that day Of all the sea-born town The wedded roses of thy Thy loose hair rippling In waves of golden brook Look forth once more tha And let the sweet shaw In tenderest grace of sou 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, 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. M I FLORA ELDREDGE, ALBUMS, GOLD PENS, CANDIES, ETC. ANAHEIM. Agents for Averill's Chemical Paint. Also, for the San Francisco Dailies 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 Grains. BOST N. WHITE. Agent Anaheim Lighter Company. B. DREYFUS, Anaheim. E. L. GOLDESTRIX, San Franco'O. J. FROWENFIELD, J. J. WEGLRIN, New York. B. DREYFUS & CO., GROWERS AND DEALERS IN CALIFORNIA WINES AND GRAPE 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. She stood at the cross street just as the show had been a rainy morning playing playfully with dazzling sunshine, but now a torrent rushed sharply ering vehemence from And there stood B it, one pretty foot stout toward to feel for amidst the torrent crossing. Quite by accident Brownley, dawdling doubt whether to caught sight of this med with idle fingerpanes of the waiting by accident also, of end after this he was a little further up umbrella. As Best glanced ruefully she could reach the near terra brave it out, th his way through mu her side. Now we all know for a woman to owe limits; she must keep gilded cage, and tw them. To allow a her without an intire were on a raft, whiting politely to the thing of very doubling down came the show Bessy without any some circumstance conventionalism mside savageism,a having more or less gering about him,brella. It was put the girl, who had gard for the proper her dripping dress "Oh, dear!" she ly spoiled, I supplond time I've startle Tom, and been I hope it won't rernoon." "I almost hope companion, glam flushed face besi" 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. M & 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 NILLE, ... 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. 17 Los Angeles St., Los Angeles. CARPET WAREHOUSE. AARON SMITH, Importer and Daxter in Carpets, Oilstetha, Paper Hangings, and Upholstery Goods. Carpets sawn and put down neatly. No. 70 Downey Block, Los Angeles. WHOLESALE and Retail Dealers in 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, TOILETS, PERFUMERY, etc. Wines and Liquors for Medical Use. OF PRESCRIPTIONS CAREFULLY DISPENSED. F. LANGENBERGER. 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, Lathe, Doers, Blinds, Plain and Fairy Pickets, Windows, Mountings, Lime, Plaster, Hair, Hails, and Hardware. All of our Lumber is of the best quality and we are determined to sell at the LOWEST RATE. All kinds of GRAIN AND COUNTRY PRODUCE Less in exchange for Lumber. I have observed heroes of romance. They have a high than the mere hard bread and butter should be so, say cannot have a plow book covers at temptable comm thrust upon us with rich uncle good-humored ers, and forth-sorry I can't place but he's an interest not fit for such not even a distant one foot in the ground. The fact is, come up to Evans nation in the bidder & Co., and refused it. But here, how gible hopefuls along beside Be it. He expected cottage gate nearly. A pretty just in sight, white hollywood leaves. A scarlet shining in the window facing fantastic assemm and jars of co with an eye to The girl threw "Won't you Anna Polly w No, thank y A Sea Dream. The waves are glad in breeze and sun, The rocks are fringed with foam; I walk once more a haunted shore, A stranger, yet at home— A land of dreams I roam! Is this the wind, the soft sea wind That stirred thy locks of brown? Are these the rocks whose mooses knew The trail of thy light gown Where boy and girl sat down? I see the gray fort's broken wall, The boats that rock below; And out at sea, the passing sails We saw so long ago, Rose-red in morning's glow. The freshness of the early time On every breeze is blown; As glad the sea, as blue tide sky,— The change is our alone; The saddest is my own! A stranger, now, a world-worn man Is he who bears my name; But thou, methinks, whose mortal life Immortal youth became, Art evermore the same. Thou art not here, thou art not there, Thy place I cannot see; I only know that where thou art The blessed angels be, And heaven is glad for thee. Forgive me if the evil years Have left on me their sign; Wash out, O soul so beautiful, The many stains of mine In tears of love divine! Oh, turn from me that dearest face Of all the sea-born town, The wedded roses of thy lips, Thy loose hair rippling down In waves of golden brown! Look forth once more through space and time And let the sweet shade fall In tenderest grace of soul and form staring stupidly after her, as she disappeared among the hollyhocks. "Lives there, does she, he said, contemplating the tiny shop. 'I'm too late for the train to-day. Guess I'll call in to-morrow. Wonder if they keep fishing lines?" The next morning, after lounging about the village, and trying vainly to get a sense of his situation, or rather want of one, young Brownley brushed his coat with extraordinary care. "No signs of a shower to-day," he said, as he stroiled up the road. "Wonder if I'd better take the train?" And with that he turned up the road toward the little shop. A clean old woman, in a wide frilled cap and wrist-kled face, sat rocking herself in the doorway. She looked up as the gate-latch clicked; a great cat purring at her side rose sleepily, curling its tail, as the intruder entered. "Fishing lints?" The old woman set about a fumbling, spectacled search among her motley stock, but none were to be found. He could get them up at Squire Vander's big store in the village. Ah! well, the young man recollected just then that he wanted some thread. He was often in want of a bit to sew a button on with. "Poor young fellow!" said Aunt Polly to herself, commiseratingly; "boarding, I suppose!" And needles? would he have needles? He couldn't get no better than her any where. No, to be sure not. And while the good woman was putting up a parcel sufficient to restore all the stray buttons in Christendom, her customer sat expectant, waiting, but not for the package; perhaps a trim little figure might suddenly alight in the room, coming in from among the hollyhocks, or tripping daintily down by the frank eyes looking out at him, and speaking out the bitterness of his heart. "It would very little difference in my case—they'd crowd me out, whether or no, for I couldn't pay for a room." "Not pay for a room! Bessie's eyes looked up at the broad front of her father's house, where doors and windows stood open, free and spacious. So much room and to spare, while others were so straitened. But the shadow on her face was quickly turned to a smile at beholding the slacrity with which Jack. Jim, and Jerry had monopolized the swing. "Now there's a fellow could give us a regular toss all together!" cried little Jack, his merry black eyes looking out toward the tall figure at the gate. There’s no resisting faith, and before he knew it Mr. Brownley was fairly in that sacred enclosure, the leaf shadows fluttering over his tall figure, and over Bessie's arch face, and over the rosy merry boys as they swung, laughing, skyward, sent up with a will, once, twice, and again. And while they were all thus merrily engaged, an elderly gentleman with an ivory-headed cane came walking up the path. "Father," said Bessie, soberly, "this is the young gentleman who was so kind as to help me in the rain yesterday." "And such a fellow to lift!" cried Jack, as he came down from his ride in the free-tops. "Ah," said the old gentleman, eyeing the youth sharply, "Mr. Brownley, whom I saw daylight, I believe." "He's a regular brick, father!" cried Jack. "Such a swing! If you take him in the store, it'll be jolly—then we can swing every day!" A Situation. She stood at the crossing of the village street just as the shower came down. It had been a rainy morning, the drops filtering playfully through the clouds, interspersed with dazzling outbursts of sunshine, but now a pelting, merciless torrent rushed sharply downward, gathering vehemence from past delay. And there stood Bessy in the midst of it, one pretty foot stretched doubtfully outward to feel for a stepping-stone amidst the torrent that swept over the crossing. Quite by accident, of course, young Brownley, dawdling at the depot, in doubt whether to take the next train, caught sight of this vision, as he drummed with idle fingers on the gray-green panes of the waiting-room. It was quite by accident also, of course, that in a second after this he was crossing the street a little further up, armed with a big umbrella. As Bessy, still doubtful, glanced ruefully about to see if she could reach the nearest tree, or had better brave it out, this stranger, picking his way through mud and wet, stood by her side. Now we all know that it does not do for a woman to overstep conventional limits; she must keep to the bars of her gilded cage, and twitter happily behind them. To allow a gentleman to speak to her without an introduction, even if he were on a raft, while she floated by, going politely to the bottom, would be a thing of very doubtful esiquette. But down came the shower, and there stood Bessy without an umbrella. Under some circumstances, it must be owned, conventionalism makes a poor show beside savageism, and young Brownley, having more or less of the savage lingering about him, proffered her his umbrella. It was promptly accepted by the girl, who had evidently far less regard for the proprieties of life than for her dripping dress. "Oh, dear!" she said, "it's completely spoiled. I suppose. This is the second time I've started out to see poor little Tom, and been stopped by the rain. I hope it won't rain this way every afternoon." "I almost hope that it will," said her companion, glancing at the bright, flushed face beside him. "I always young man recollected just then that he wanted some thread. He was often in want of a bit to sew a button on with. "Poor young fellow!" said Aunt Polly to herself, commiseratingly; "boarding. I suppose!" And needles? would he have needles? He couldn't get no better than her'n any where. No, to be sure not. And while the good woman was putting up a parcel sufficient to restore all the stray buttons in Christendom, her customer sat expectant, waiting, but not for the package; perhaps a trim little figure might suddenly alight in the room, coming in from among the hollyhocks, or tripping daintily down the old stairway visible just beyond. "Did—did your daughter get very wet?" he inquired, very abruptly at hast considering how long he had been contemplating the query. "Sairy Jane? I hain't seen her to-day, but their house do leak some, that's certain which is bad for Tom, who's got the whoop—" But suddenly the old lady grew enlightened. Her spectacles seemed to enlargeme themselves. The frill on her cap widened out interrogatively. "Bless my soul!" she said; "what on earth am I thinking of to be sure! I do get things a little confused, what with so many inquiring arter Sairy Jane and Tom. And you be the young man that see her home with the umbarell?—Miss Vander, I mean. Oh, bless your heart! She only stopped here to ask after Tom, and to get in out of the wet; though she did match some werests, I rec'lect, and, what's more, left them behind her when she hurried off arter the shower. I'd be oblegged to you. sir, if you're going that way, to just let her know they are all safe." Going that way! The young man lingered as he closed the gate, and the sense of his poverty and idleness did come upon him then with a deadly weight. What matter to him, or to any one which way he drifted! As he walked down the path among Aunt Polly's nodding hollyhocks, he could have found it in his heart to envy the old woman her quiet little wayside nook, and the undisturbed certainty of her homely existence. So it was Squire Vander's daughter he had escorted so bravely with the umbrella!—Squire Vander, who owned, as Aunt Polly had told him, "no end of land in these parts." "What a fool I am to be lingering about here!" thought our friend, as he wandered on; "I'll be off by the next train." But then, hadn't he a commission to Miss Vander, wasn't he charged with a message for her, and wasn't business business? He heard the resounding whistle of the train as it swept out of sight while he still loitered. He passed the squire's big mansion wistfully. What right had he to look in at the pickets—a poor wandering waif who would shortly be in want of a breakfast? The great fields of waving corn goldened in the sunlight, the orchards on the slopes hung lustily ripe with fruit, and under the trees here and there the cattle stood cooling themselves in the shade, and lazily whisking off the flies; a pretty sun-lighted scene, where probably no comfortable farmer, no hospitable house-mistress, would have conceivable that the decastly dressed all thus merrily engaged, an elderly gentleman with an ivory-headed cane came walking up the path. "Father," said Besiee, soberly. "this is the young gentleman who was so kind as to help me in the rain yesterday." "And such a fellow to lift!" cried Jack, as he came down from his ride in the free-tops. "Ah," said the old gentleman, eyeing the youth sharply, "Mr. Brownley whom I saw yesterday, I believe." "He's a regular brick, father!" cried Jack. "Such a swing! If you take him in the store, it'll be jolly—then we can swing-every day!" "Ay, ay," said Mr. Vander, smiling, as his young people clung about him—"ay, ay. to be sure; that's all young folks think about nowadays—a jolly time. Well, well, come in to dinner. Mr. Brownley, and we'll talk the matter over. And so you thought it no harm to try over again. Nothing like perseverance, my lail!" Mr. Brownley did not state that he came with a message from Aunt Polly. Perhaps he forgot to deliver it altogether. I am not sure. But this I can affirm, that in the animals of Evansville it is related that the successful Mr. Brownley, the honored and honorable Mr. Brownley, rose to his present estate from a very humble position—a mere place behind a counter—and, as some hint, by first securing a place in Bessy Vander's heart, which situation, I understand, he holds to this day. Harper's Weekly. The VALUE OF TRUTHFULNESS. — A man who stands in the midst of affairs tested tried proved to be a man of unswerving integrity,a man of absolute truth,a man who is true,f faithful,honest,honorable.is more valued than gold,even in a commercial point of view.A man in politicswho,toughhe may be ambitious and partisan.is shownto be faithful,honorable,and trustful—even in politics,sucha man.inthelongrun.wins。一人 reason why there are so many mushrooms and puff-balls in societyis that men forswear morality.In the great bustle of commerce.in the conflict of affairs,the heated ways of public life,men think that it is not only safe but justifiable and profitable for them to set aside the fundamental qualities of true manhood.That is the reason why,they are cut down,they never rise again.We honor great menbut it does not take much to makea great manin a communitywhere there are newspapers.Great men have a campaign;great men have one term in Congress;great men have five years'or ten years'career in the State Legislature;and great men think themselvesto be immovably great;but many greatmen fall,and once falling never rise again.它does not hurt some thingsto fall.The elastic ball，when it falls.springs up again;the solid metal，when itfallsmay not spring up,busisyetbut find me an apple that,toughfair to skin.is rotten tothe core,andlet that once fall,and whatbecomesofit?However tempting it looks，whenthe shaking hand touches it,and it fallsshall it rise again?—Henry Ward Beecher. side savageism, and young Brownley, having more or less of the savage lingering about him, proffered her umbrella. It was promptly accepted by the girl, who had evidently far less regard for the proprieties of life than for her dripping dress. "Oh, dear!" she said, "it's completely spoiled, I suppose. This is the second time I've started out to see poor little Tom, and been stopped by the rain. I hope it won't rain this way every afternoon." "I almost hope that it will," said her companion, glancing at the bright, flushed face beside him. "I always carry an umbrella." Now it must be confessed that this commendable prudence and foresight had sprung up in the young man within the last ten minutes. But what of that? Reforms must begin at some time, I presume." I have observed that, as a rule, most heroes of romance are well provided for. They have a higher sphere of troubles than the mere harassment of looking for bread and butter. And right enough it should be so, say I. It is a pity if we cannot have a place of refuge, between book covers at least, where the contemptible commonplace of life is not thrust upon us. All hail to the heroes with rich uncles and old aunts, and good-humored, mole-eyed grandmothers, and forth-coming legacies! I'm sorry I can't place my hero among them; but he's an intensely every-day fellow, not fit for such high society. He had not even a distant relative in India with one foot in the grave. The fact is, the youth had actually come up to Evansville looking for a situation in the big country store of Vander & Co., and what is more, he'd been refused it. But here, however, with the incorrigible hopefulness of youth, he walked along beside Bessy, and forgot all about it. He expected to leave her at some cottage gate near by, and so he did presently. A pretty low-roofed house stood just in sight, with a row of red and white hollyhocks nodding up to its eaves. A scarlet-runner, dripping and shining in the shower, half hid a little window facing on the lane, wherein a fantastic assemblage of spools, beads and jars of confectionery looked out with an eye to trade. The girl threw open the gate. "Won't you come in?" she said. "Aunt Polly will be glad to see you." "No, thank you," said the young man, business? He heard the resounding whistle of the train as it swept out of sight while he still loitered. He passed the squire's big mansion wistfully. What right had he to look in at the pickets—a poor wandering waif who would shortly be in want of a breakfast? The great fields of waving corn goldened in the sunlight, the orchards on the slopes hung lustily ripe with fruit, and under the trees here and there the cattle stood cooling themselves in the shade, and lazily whisking off the flies; a pretty sun-lighted scene, where probably no comfortable farmer, no hospitable house-mistress, would have conceived it possible that the decently dressed young man strolling idly by was without a dollar in his pocket or an object in the world. Object! Oh, well, perhaps not exactly that. Not if one can translate that gleam in the young man's eyes, as through the trees that skirt Squire Vander's lawn he catches a glimpse of a pretty figure in fluttering muslin, sitting and swaying itself leisurely in a great swing under the boughs of a spreading oak; to and fro, to and fro, of the air figure flits, the leaf shadows embroidering her white dress, and glints of sunshine spangling her braided hair. Should he venture in? He stood irresolute, and as he stood there came an irruption of small boys through a side gate—a pack of hungry youngsters just let out of school. "I say, Bessy, is dinner ready?" they cried. "Come here and give me a swing," answered Bessie, inconsequently. As they approached, the boys caught sight of the watchful, wayworn face, peering through the shrubbery. "Why, that's the chap was down at the store after a situation!" cried Jack, Jim, and Jerry in chorus. Bessie turned hastily; she knew her friend of yesterday in a moment. "Oh, come in come in!" she cried. "I ought to have thanked you for your kindness last night." "I just—just missed the train," said the traveler, startled out of his self-passion, and naturally, under the circumstances, giving utterance to the first fib that suggested itself. "Going away? Why, don't you find it pleasant here?" "Very pleasant, but—" "But the hotel and boarding-houses are all full, I suppose." "To tell you the truth," burst out the young man, won to strange confidence islature; and great men think themselves to be immovably great; but many great men fall, and once falling never rise again. It does not hurt some things to fall. The elastic ball, when it falls, springs up again; the solid metal, when it falls, may not spring up, but is solid yet; but find me an apple that, though fair to skin, is rotten to the core, and let that once fall, and what becomes of it? However tempting it looks, when the shaking hand touches it, and it falls, shall it rise again?—Henry Ward Beecher. THE MEERSCHAUM MANIA.—The mania for meerschaum pipes, though perhaps not so prevalent now as formerly has produced not a few pipomanias the world over. A New York gentleman, for instance, has a collection of some 400 meerschaums, all beautifully colored. This is rather an expensive taste; however, for besides the first cost of the pipes, he has to keep two men continually employed, whose sole duty is to smoke and keep the 400 pipes in order. One of the greatest pipe-fanciers in the world, Major General Raffalovich of the Russian Army, is now in this country. He has a collection of more than 600 pipes. Since he has been in this country he has purchased a number of meerschauns, and there is now in the hands of one of the most prominent manufacturers in New York a magnificent meerschaum pipe made to his order. The bowl forms the bust of a very beautiful woman, and is a correct likeness of the General's wife, taken from life. The stem and mouthpiece are of amber, fifteen inches long. The whole cost $150. This pipe will be taken to Europe as a curiosity; for it seems that General Raffalovich had an idea that such things could not be made in this country. He is now traveling in the West, and will doubtless enrich his collection by adding to it some of the celebrated calumets made of the famous red pipe-stone by the Indians.—Boston Post. SPANISH PROVENNA.—Love, a horse,and money carry a man through this world. Three things kill a man: a hot sun,supper and trouble.To shave an ass is a waste of lather. If the gossip is not in her own house,she is in somebody else's.Don't speak ill of the year till it is over.The mother-in-law forgets that she was once a daughter-in-law.Men are as grateful for kind deeds as the sea is when you fling into it a cup of water. HOUSEHOLD. FAMILY GOVERNMENT.—What ought, what can a mother do, when a good, pleasant, careless husband constantly thwarts all her efforts to teach or govern the children, and yet cannot be made to see or feel what he is doing? Let us illustrate and sketch from memory, not imagination: "Mamma, please give me a piece of pie?" "No, darling, one piece is enough." "Half a piece, please, mamma?" "No, Freddie, no more." "A very little piece, mamma, dear?" "No, Freddie, no." "Do give the child a little piece. I'll risk it's hurting him." And the mother gave it. "Mamma, may I go out and play?" "It is very chilly, and you have a cold. I don't think it is best." "Bundle me up warm, mamma, and I won't take cold." "I fear you will; you must play indoors to-day." "Just a little while, please, mamma?" "No, Freddie, you must not go out to-day." "Do let the child go out! What a girl you are making of him! Women never were fitted to bring up boys. Dress him up warm and let him run; it will do him good." And Freddie went out. "May I have my blocks in the parlor, mamma?" "No, Willie, make your block-house in the dining-room. Miss L. is an invalid, and I want the parlor very quiet." "I'll be very quiet." "You will intend to be, but you cannot help making some noise; and as Robinson Crusoe's Island. Crusoe's island is to-day a little paradise. Lord planted there, on one of his voyages, apples, peaches, grapes, plums, strawberries, and several kinds of vegetables. The number of the latter was increased by a Scotchman. David Douglas, who landed on the island in 1836, He was not a little astonished to find a hermit there, who had been on the island five years. On the second day he was not a little surprised to see a man suddenly emerge from a clump of bushes and approach him. He looked upon himself as Crusoe's successor, although he did not occupy the historical cave, having built himself a hut of stones and sods, roofing it with the straw of wild oats. As cooking utensils, he possessed only a single iron pot, the bottom of which, one unfortunate day, had fallen out. This damage he had. however, had the ingenuity to repair with a wooden bottom; but now he was compelled to place his pot in the ground and build a fire around it. This man's name was William Clark, and he came from London. He had a few books and among them there was a copy of Robinson Crusoe's adventures, and of Cowper's poems. He called Douglas's attention especially to the well-known poem beginning: "I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispare," etc. Nevertheless, he did not seem to be happy. There was one wish, his greatest that he could not gratify—he could get no roast beef! At present, this island is in the possession of a colony of Germans. Sixty or seventy of our countrymen, under the leadership of an engineer named Robert Wheatham settled there in 1839." No, Freddie, you must not go out to day. Do let the child go out! What a girl you are making of him! Women never were fitted to bring up boys. Dress him up warm and let him run; it will do him good. And Freddie went out. May I have my blocks in the parlor, mamma? No, Willie, make your block-house in the dining-room. Miss L. is an invalid, and I want the parlor very quiet. I'll be very quiet. You will intend to be, but you cannot help making some noise; and as Miss L. very rarely goes anywhere, I fear she will be very tired at best; so be every good little boy, and play in the dining-room this afternoon. "I won't make a bit of noise, nor tire her one speck." You must play in the dining-room, Willie, and not say any more about it. Nonsense; it will do her good to see a happy little face; it will give her something besides her own pains and aches to think of. Let him bring his blocks in the parlor." And he brought them in. What a torment that boy has got to be! It's teaze, teaze, teaze, from morning till night. It's enough to wear the patience out of Job! If you don't whip him, I will." And he whipped him." Query—Who ought to be whipped? FLOUR BALL FOR INFANTS' FOOD. Take one quart of good flour; tie it up in a pudding-bag, so as to make a firm, solid mass; put it into a pot of boiling water early in the morning, and let it boil until bed-time. Then take it out and let it dry. In the morning, peel off from the surface and throw away the thin rind of dough, and with a nutmeg grater grate down the hard, dry mass into a powder. Of this from one to three teaspoonfuls may be used, by first rubbing into a paste with a little milk, and finally by bringing the whole to just the boiling point. It must be given through the nursing-bottle. An excellent food for children who are costive may be made by using branmeal or unbolted flour instead of the white flour, preparing it as above directed. BAKED APPLE DUMPLINGS. Roll out some dough thicker than pie-crust, and enclose a handful of sliced ripe apples, well covered with sugar and butter. Bring the edges together as in any other dumplings. When as many are made as required, place them side by side in a pudding, spread butter and sugar over them, and pour boiling water to about half cover the dumplings. Put them in the stove and cook moderately fast until they are nicely browned. The butter, sugar and water make a nice sance, which can be enriched with more butter, and flavored with nutmeg if desired. PUMPKIN PIES. A medium sized pumpkin stewed makes about six pies. Strain through a sieve, add a couple of eggs, a little salt, grated nutmeg, and spice, sweeten to suit the taste, thin to right thickness with milk, and bake only on one crust. Bake as fast as the plates are filled so as not to soak the crust. FIG CAKE. Two cups of shortened dough as for bread, one and one-half cups of sugar, two-thirds of a cup of cream from London. He had a law himself and among them there was a copy of Robinson Crusoe's adventures, and of Cowper's poems. He called Douglas's attention especially to the well-known poem beginning: "I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to disguise." Nevertheless, he did not seem to be happy. There was one wish, his greatest, that he could not gratify—he could get no roast beef! At present, this island is in possession of a colony of Germans. Sixty or seventy of our countrymen, under the leadership of an engineer named Robert Wehrhahn, settled there in 1869. They describe the island as being in the highest degree salubrious and fruitful. On their arrival they found large flocks of goats, about thirty half-wild horses, and some sixty asses. They brought with them cows, hogs, fowls, farming utensils, small boats, and fishing-tackle. Appleton's Journal. The New Postal Law. The following are the provisions of the Appropriation Act passed at the last session of Congress, which affect the rates and payment of postage: On and after the 1st of January, 1875, the postage on newspapers and periodicals sent to subscribers or news agents shall be as follows: On those issued weekly or oftener, 2 cents per pound and fraction thereof; on those issued less frequently, 3 cents per pound and fraction thereof. Publications so mailed on and after the 1st day of January, 1875, shall be weighed in bulk at the office of mailing, and the postage prepaid thereon by a special stamp affixed to such matter, or to the sack containing it, or upon a memorandum, or otherwise, as the Postmaster-General may provide. Newspapers, one copy to each actual subscriber within the county where the paper is printed in whole or in part, and published, shall go free; but they shall not be delivered at letter-carrier offices, or distributed by carriers, unless postage is paid thereon, as before. This section went into effect July 1, 1874. All mailable matter of the third class (which includes books, pamphlets, manuscripts, sheet music, proof-sheets, etc.) is limited in weight to four pounds for each package, and the postage is one cent for each two ounces and fraction thereof. This section also went into effect July 1, 1874. Why Her Plan Didn't Work. The Pottsville (Penn.) Miners' Journal is responsible for the following story: "A Phoenixville maid, quite old, becoming anxious about her matrimonial chances, recently concocted a plan to deceive a young fellow as to her age. This was the way she tried it: The old family Bible contained a faithful record of all births, marriages, and deaths. This volume the maiden took to her chamber, and selecting the birth page, she managed by dint of scratching and writing; to change the date of her birth to a period eleven years later than what it had been legitimately recorded. Then the Bible was placed on the sitting-room table in a conspicuous manner. That evening along came the lover. He soon began to finger the Bible pages, and finally reached the birth record," where and men think themselves great; but many great since falling never hurt some things to ball, when it falls, the solid metal, when spring up, but is solid an apple that, thoughtten to the core, and what becomes of揖ing it looks, when touches it, and it falls, Henry Ward Beech PUMPKIN PIES. — A medium sized pumpkin stewed makes about six pies. Strain through a sieve, add a couple of eggs. a little salt, grated nutmeg, and spice, sweeten to suit the taste, thin to right thickness with milk, and bake only on one crust. Bake as fast as the plates are filled so as not to soak the crust. FIG CAKE. — Two cups of shortened dough as for bread, one and one-half cups of sugar, two-thirds of a cup of butter, one-half of a cup of suet; one-fourth of a pound of figs, one cup of raisins or without, three eggs, one small teaspoonful of soda, nutmeg and clove. HINTS TO HOUSEKEEPERS. — Boiling codfish in hard water makes the fish firmer. Soap should be cut in pieces that it may get hard. A little wet whiting will get oil out of boards. A little wet salt will get ink out. A little white wax will clear starch nicely. Milk will take ink out of prints. APPLE FRITTERS. — Three eggs, one pint of milk, one teaspoonful of salt, one-half pound of flour, and one-half pound of chopped apples. THE CAPITOL BUILDING. — The dome of the Capitol at Washington is the highest structure in America. It is one hundred and eight feet higher than Washington Monument at Baltimore, sixty-eight feet higher than Bunker Hill Monument, and twenty-three feet higher than the steeple of Trinity Church, New York. The height of the interior of the dome of the Capitol, from the rotunda, is one hundred and eighty feet and three inches. The height of the exterior from the floor of the basement to the top of the crowning statue, is two hundred and eighty-seven feet and five inches. The Capitol is seven hundred and fifty-one feet and four inches long, thirty-one feet longer than St. Peter's at Rome, and one-hundred and seventy-five feet longer than St. Paul's in London. The height of the interior of the dome of St. Paul's is two hundred and fifteen feet, the height of the exterior is two hundred and eighty-five feet. The height of the exterior of St. Peter's dome to the top of the lantern, is four hundred and thirty-two feet. The Capitol covers one hundred and fifty-three thousand one hundred and twelve square feet of ground. A few months ago a young English woman came to New York, to marry a young man to whom she was affluent in England, and who had come to this country two years previous to engage in business. She was to marry him at the home of a friend of her mother's with whom she was stopping. During the time she was making up her wedding outfit, he came to see her one evening when he was just drunk enough to be foolish. She was shocked and pained beyond measure; she then learned, for the first time, that he was in the habit of drinking frequently to excess. She immediately stopped her preparations, and told him she could not marry him. He protested that she would drive him to destruction; promised never to drink another drop, etc. "No," she said, "I dare not trust my future happiness to a man who has formed such a habit. I came three thousand miles to marry the man I loved, and now, rather than marry a drunkenard, I will go three thousand miles back again." And she went. When a wife is detected showing unusual affection for her husband, it may be fairly expected that she will shortly appear in a new bonnet.