anaheim-gazette 1875-09-04

ANAHEIM VOL. 5. Before the Leaves Fall. I wonder if oak and maple, Willow and elm and all, Are stirred at heart by the coming Of the day their leaves must fall. Do they think of the yellow whirlwind Or of the crimson spray, That shall be when chill November Bears all the leaves away? “If die we must,” the leaflets Seem one by one to say, “We will wear the colors of all the earth, Until we pass away. No eyes shall see us falter; And before we lay it down We’ll wear in the sight of all the earth The year’s most kingly crown.” So, trees of the stately forest, And trees by the trodden way, You are kindling into glory This soft, Autumnal day. And we, who gaze, remember That more than all they lost, To hearts and trees together May come through ripening frost. One Right of a Wife. “John,” said I one night to my husband, as I put my basket of sewing away preparatory to retiring; “John, as you go down to-morrow morning, I wish you would stop at Mrs. West’s door, and leave her $5 from me.” “五 dollars!” and my lord looked up quite astonished. “For what?” Why, she is collecting money to aid that society she is secretary of, and as I always felt interested in it, I told her I ing complacency of tone, “that if you earned his living you would have less to say about the burden falling on you.” “John,” said I, “answer me honestly. Do you work any harder or any longer now than you did before he was born?” “I don’t know as I do,” said he; “I always worked hard enough.” “Well, and so do I. But now as to Johnny. I presume you will allow yourself half owner of him, as the law allows you entire control over him. How much do you do for him?” “I maintain him. I do my part.” “No, John, you are wrong; you don’t do your part. From the first you never have. Did not weary months go by in which you bore no part whatever of the burden?” “Well, that is curious complaining; what would you have me do?” “You might have got a servant, instead of letting all the housework fall on me; or you might have kept a horse, so that I could ride out and enjoy the fine weather; but that is all past now.” “I should say that it cost me enough for the doctor, nurse, etc., without talking about keeping a horse.” “True, it cost enough; but I am talking about the division of the burden. Was the part you bore in payment of those bills equal to my part in the matter? Would you have taken my place for that money if it were to have been paid you instead of those who cared for you? I think not.” “Didn’t I have all his clothes to buy?” “No, sir. I went without new clothes of any sort for a season, and the money saved from my wardrobe supplied all that was needed; and I might add that A Girl of Spirit A few weeks since a lady Cass avenue became minus forthwith proceeded to advert The day following the insertion vertisement the lady was apprised by the appearance of a looking girl, dressed in beck and not lacking in good look dent breeding, who applied for somewhat to the astonish lady herself. However, she w and entered immediately upon as cook. If never before subsisted upon well-cooked had no reason to complain a girl took possession of the kit joints, roasts, steaks, soups, efee, in fact everything calcula the mo-t fastidious epicurea treasure of a girl sent up days. Not alone this; the apparent of manner, correct conversational appearance carried by a serving-girl reasonably attrainable attention and inquiry which the maiden paid no attver, but kept her own couns formed her work in an extra factory manner. A few even family attended some amusee opera-house, leaving the girl house. Returning half an than they expected, the family proaching the house, were a hear proceeding from the par delicious strains of music, and who the performer could be from the quality of the music perb rendition, none but a man was its producer. Entering To hearts and trees together May come through ripening frost. One Right of a Wife. "John," said I one night to my husband, as I put my basket of sewing away preparatory to retiring; "John, as you go down to-morrow morning, I wish you would stop at Mrs. West's door, and leave her $5 from me." "五 dollars!" and my lord looked up quite astonished. "For what?" "Why, she is collecting money to aid that society she is secretary of, and as I always felt interested in it, I told her I would give her $5." I said this with quite a show of assurance, though I really felt quite uneasy as to the reception of my request, for John is rather notional in some of his ways; however, I had been cogitating some matters lately in my own mind, and determined to make a bold stand. "Well, Sarah," at length came the reply, "you need not count on my doing any such thing. I don't approve of that society at all, and all is, not one cent of my money shall go to help it." "I give it out of my money," said I, growing bolder; "I only asked you to leave it at her door for me." "Your money! What do you mean?" "I mean what I say—my money. Have I no right to spend money as well as you? I don't approve of the Masons, but that does not hinder you from spending money and time for them as much as you have a mind." John looked at me quite amazed at my sudden outbreak. You see, I had always been the most amiable of wives. Then he broke out quite triumphantly, "Come now, who earns the money that maintains this family?" "You and I together," said I. "Together! Well, I should like to see the first cent you have earned in the seven years we have been married. Together! Well, I call that pretty rich." My spirits were visibly declining under his ridicule, but I kept on as boldly as I could. "When we were married you thought, or pretended to think, yourself very happy in assuming the care of board bills and wardrobe. I didn't ask it of you. You asked me to be your wife, knowing well all that meant." "As nearly as I remember," interrupted John, "you were mighty ready to accept me." "Granted—to save argument," said I, coloring. "Well, we stood up in church together, and you promised to love, cherish, etc., and so did I." "And obey too," said I; "but you, in return, endowed me with all your worldly goods, and the minister pronounced us man, and wife; and so we have lived." "Yes," said John, complacently; "and as I look back over the time, I think I have done what I agreed and made a pretty good husband. I really think you ought to be thankful when you see how some wives live." "Well," said I, "I think I have been a domestic, prudent wife, and I don't feel one atom more of gratitude to you for being a decent husband than you ought to feel to me for being a decent wife. Is it any more merit that you keep your marriage premises then I have grown?" "And obey too," said I; "but you, in return, endowed me with all your worldly goods, and the minister pronounced us man and wife; and so we have lived." "Yes," said John, complacently; "and as I look back over the time, I think I have done what I agreed and made a pretty good husband. I really think you ought to be thankful when you see how some wives live." "Well," said I, "I think I have been a domestic, prudent wife, and I don't feel one atom more of gratitude to you for being a decent husband than you ought to feel to me for being a decent wife. Is it any more merit that you keep your marriage promises than that I keep mine?" "Sarah, you positively are very acrimonious to-night. Don't you think we had better go to bed?" "No sir. Well, meantime, we have laid by money enough to buy this house and still have some in the bank." "Thanks to my hard work!" chimed in John. "More thanks," said I, "to the perfect good health we have always had. We made all those promises for better or for worse." Now, it has been for the better with us all the time. Had you been sick or honest misfortune before you, I should have managed some way to reduce our expenses so that you would feel the burden as little as might be. Had I been sick, more care would have fallen on you. But we helped each other save, and now I claim an equal right with you in spending money." "Whew! Why, that is treason. But go on." "If we occupied the respective positions of superior and subordinate, I should do what I do for you for a fixed stipend and no questions should be asked as to the use made of it. Being equals, I will not ask compensation as a servant; but because the contract we have made is life-long and not easily broken, I do not therefore call it very magnanimous in a prosperous man to accept these services and render in return only my board and the least amount that will creditably clothes me." You see I was growing irate. John's temper, too, was evidently on the rise. "What do you mean by services? Housework! I am sure a home is as much for your satisfaction as it is for mine; and I am sure the taller does not leave much of my sewing for you to do." "I don't complain of homework nor of doing your sewing; but I do think the burden of little Johnny has all fallen on me." "It strikes me," said he, with a provok- "It is the solemn thought connected with middle life," says the late eloquent F. W. Robertson, "that life's last business is begun in earnest; and it is then midway between the cradle and the grave, that a man begins to marvel that he let the days of youth go by so half-enjoyed. It is the pensive autumn feelings; it is the sensation of half sadness that we experience when the longest day of the year is past, and every day that follows is hotter, and the light fainter, and the feebler shadows tell that nature is hastening with gigantic footsteps to her winter's grave. So does man look back upon his youthful days. When the first gray hairs become visible, when the unwelcome truth fastens itself upon the mind that a man is no longer going up hill, but down, and that the sun is always westerning, he looks back on things behind. When we were children, we thought as children. But now there lies before us manhood with its earnest work, and then old age and then the grave, and then the home. There is a second youth for man, better and bolder than his first, if he will look on and not look back." The other day when a Cass street youth heard of a boy who educated himself to become a great orator, he went home, got his school reader down and began: "The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our cars the clash—!" His mother arrived just then, and taking him by the car she said: "Boy! if you don't go out and split me some wood I will make you think earth and sky have bumped each other!" And as the boy hacked away at an old chunk he solemnly vowed that he would go to Missouri and join the James robbers.—Detroit Free Press. A Memphis man sneezed 68,471 times before the doctors could stop him. The following item has not published by several paper mislead some, but any one of world recognize its absurdity. IMPORTANT LAND DECISION: the Marysville Appeal of last Tuition Field, of the United States Court, made an important decision weeks ago. The law required survey should be printed in a land, and a notice was published one side of which was printed cisco, when the land was in S. which the Judge said did not sigh He said a paper was published at which it was first printed for no matter where it was sent affirced distributed. All parties who noticed in patent outside sheetslice. At the request of a newspaper I called at the office of Judy examined a copy of the decree to find the above statutes of falsehood. The following facts: 1st. This case refers to Barbara Gazette published in 1840 fore outsides were ever thoughed. 2d. At the time the abovement referred to was Santa Barbara Gazette was printed in San Francisco, but even though not have affected this case if of that paper, In their affidavit that the entire edition of this shipped to Santa Barbara tributing. 3d. This decision is direct verse of the above statement Field says that "place of purse where the paper is 'first give lie for circulation'" and accepts the writer of the above know that a paper could not be public for circulation complete. It may be well to add that of advertising was only a few cases who are so anxious to falsehoods, to make them up of new cloth, instead of basic documents to which the process. Carlos White, Proprietor paper Publishing Company,S M GAZ SUPPLEMENT. ANAHEIM, CAL., SEPTEMBER 4, 1875. A Girl of Spirit. A few weeks since a lady residing on Mass avenue became minus a cook, and forthwith proceeded to advertise for one. The day following the insertion of her advertisement the lady was agreeably surreised by the appearance of a smart, good-looking girl, dressed in becoming style and not lacking in good looks and evident breeding, who applied for the place, somewhat to the astonishment of the lady herself. However, she was accepted and entered immediately upon her duties as cook. If never before that family subsisted upon well-cooked food, they had no reason to complain after the new girl took possession of the kitchen. Such points, roasts, steaks, soups, excellent coffee, in fact everything calculated to please the most fastidious epicurean taste, this measure of a girl sent up day after day. Not alone this; the apparent refinement of manner, correct conversation and general appearance carried by this strange serving-girl reasonably attracted considerable attention and inquiry, to all of which the maiden paid no attention whatsoever, but kept her own counsel and performed her work in an extremely satisfactory manner. A few evenings since the family attended some amusement at the opera-house, leaving the girl alone at the house. Returning half an hour earlier than they expected, the family, upon approaching the house, were surprised to hear proceeding from the parlor the most delicious strains of music, and wondered who the performer could be, as, judging from the quality of the music and its superb rendition, none but a master hand was its producer. Entering the house THE FIRESIDE. Suggestions about Colds. 1. KEEP THE FEET DRY.—It is better for a young lady to wear thick shoes, and have warm and dry feet, than to die an early death from consumption, induced by having feet cold and wet. A young man had better wear "cow-hides," and be well, than to wear thin shoes and be continually suffering from coughs and colds. Always, after getting the feet wet, dry them by the fire as soon as possible. 2. WEAR CLOTHES ENOUGH TO KEEP WARM.—Do not go out in the cold bareheaded, or unprotected in any other way. It may not be fashionable to dress warmly, but that should have nothing to do with the matter. "The body is more than raiment," and its protection ought to be of more importance than fashion. It is better to be a little rustic than to die before reaching half the allotted age of man, from disease occasioned by fashionable dressing. 3. SLEEP WARMLY.—Do this with as little covering as possible, but do it at all hazards, even if it takes twice as many clothes as you think it ought to. Never go to bed with cold feet. If you cannot keep them warm in any other way, get a soapstone, heat it every night, and keep it near your feet. Better be "effeminate," or "old maidish," than to have the sleep disturbed and thus the foundation laid for disease, by trying to sleep with cold feet. So much for ordinary home life. But the greatest danger is not at home, but away; concerts, lectures, parties and singing-schools, furnish excellent opportunities for taking cold. To leave a crowded room, which is generally ill-ventilated heated from seventy to ninety-degree. Postal Cards. Blessed is the man who invented postal cards! If brevity be the soul of wit, what chances are open to us! And if we don't get witty in our brevity, we shall at least become laconic. Look at the telegraphic shortness of our postal cards and compare them with the wearisome epistles that used to descend upon us when letters were first sent by weight! "Fifteen pages!" Let us see the postscript. Nobody dead, married or engaged. That letter can wait a few days." Or, eight pages economically crossed and recrossed for the sake of saving an additional miniature of honest old Ben and an extra sheet of paper. Your impatience tempts you to throw it in the fire unread. Only—in the most intricate part of the puzzle may be something of the first importance for you to know. Do men ever cross their writing as women do? I believe not. Fair friends, "It is a custom more honored," etc. But the postal card. You are in haste; going to the train, or to meet an engagement. Conscience gives you a twinge. You ought to say a word to a friend six blocks off. If you were a person of elegant leisure you would order your coupe, dress yourself for a morning call, and go and say it. But the demon of hurry took possession of you years ago, and you haven't time even for writing of a note. You turn to your writing-desk. A friendly package of postal cards beams upon you. Seizing a pen you scribble the message in half a minute and the card is on its way—the next swift thing after a telegram. You couldn't have written your note in less than five minutes. Imagine You take a sheet of note-paper, and Economy. The Brunswick One morning al McGoochen best breakfast table formed him tha discharge his work. This an McGoochen al had declared he mit suicide. He hired help was meagre salary; he him to regard it had made up his ever. That she to dispense will was something pared. Lookingision which hovmingled he sai "You—why" "Can't do it," what's the reason this town do think nothing o just you and and if I can't o I'd better go to with it." "What put yo her husband,has his surprise. "Well,Peter,a tender,self-you.I've been you have to wo done to assist what I might o pears to me that our expenses are the best way I A Ridiculous Falsehood. The following item has recently been published by several papers. It may mislead some, but any one of sound mind would recognize its absurdity at once: "IMPORTANT LAND DECISION—We find in the Marysville Appeal of last Tuesday, this: 'Judge Field, of the United States Supreme Court, made an important decision.'" Bathing Children. Some mothers, writes a physician, think when their children get beyond two or three years of age, the frequent entire bath can be dispensed with. If some of the main facts of physiology were well known and understood, every one would perceive that cleanliness of the skin is one of the conditions of good health. It happens when bathing is disregarded, that the lungs, kidneys or bowels have more than their appointment of work. If these are strong and healthy, they may bear the tax with little apparent injury, but, in most cases, a lowering of the vitality and tone of the nervous system ensues. Large bath tubs are pleasant and convenient, but not indispensable to the proper cleansing of the skin. A speedy sponging of the body in warm water, followed by friction in pure air, is all that is necessary. When disinclined to use water, I find a thorough application of the flesh brush to the whole person an admirable substitute; especially on retiring, it relieves nervousness, equalizes the circulation, and induces quiet sleep. Mothers, above all, should see that their children are well bathed. If their skins are kept active and healthy there will not be half the danger from fever, cold and eruptive diseases. If your little one is cross or troublesome, and finds no occupation that pleases him, try the effect of a bath; sometimes it is magical, and if tired, he will go to sleep and awaken bright, cheerful and happy. Do not, though, as I have seen parents do, plunge a child into water when he screams and shrinks from it, thinking you are doing a good deed. Nature must be the guide; if your child has a nervous constitution, a shock of this kind is only exhausting and injurious. CLEANSING HOUSE PLANTS.—To insure a healthy growth, house plants must receive careful attention. For removing dust and other obstructions from the leaves, which serve as lungs to the plant, the following treatment is recommended: Have a large pail or tub filled with warm soap-suds, then spread the fingers and palm of the left hand over the soil in the pot, turn the branches topsy-turvey into warm soap-suds, swinging the plant briskly through the water until every leaf has been completely saturated; then put through a pail of clear water, rubbing Conscience gives you a twinge. You ought to say a word to a friend six blocks off. If you were a person of elegant leisure you would order your coupe, dress yourself for a morning call, and go and say it. But the demon of hurry took possession of you years ago, and you haven't time even for writing of a note. You turn to your writing-desk. A friendly package of postal cards beams upon you. Seizing a pen you scribble the message in half a minute and the card is on its way—the next swift thing after a telegram. You couldn't have written your note in less than five minutes. Imagine. You take a sheet of paper, and through habit—a very good one, only we get to be slaves to good habits as well as bad—you begin with the date. You can't think what day of the month it is. No matter, you know the day of the week—unless you stayed at home from church yesterday; so you write Monday. Then you must not write a note with the telegraphic brevity which you give to the postal card! You must say, "My Dear Araminta," or she'll think there's been a falling out. Your note written you mustn't rest it on so slight a basis as your simple name or initials; there must be a "Yours truly," or whatever you please; but there must be something. You've lost your train, and the note is not done. Use your blotter, or for lack of it, spoil the first page of papa's fresh Nation; fold your note so that it shall fit the envelope; seal, direct, and then get irritable because "somebody has used up all the stamps!" Run to the apothecary on the corner, get one, lose a good deal of time in making change, come to your senses, tell him you'll take the difference in stamps, which bothers him, as he don't know what to do with the odd cent, finally get righted again, put your letter in the street box, look at your watch, and find you are ten minutes late for the train. Moral: Use postal cards!—Stella, in Worcester Palladium. A Terrible Leap. A correspondent of the New York World, writing from the Catskill Mountains, says: On the verge of one of these rocky terraces, looking down on a plush-like forest a thousand feet below, stood a hole old gentleman, with a straw hat in his hand and his white locks streaming on the breeze. "A long leap, that," he said with a smile as I bent over. "Aye, indeed, sir; a tempting leap for a suicide. Only that bed of green looks too soft to bruise a limb or break a bone." "I came up this mountain a few winters ago," said the old gentleman, "when the snow was very deep and a hard crust was frozen on the surface. That's time to climb the Catskills. My companion was an old resident hereabouts—born here, in fact. We walked up that peak yonder with less fatigue than I now feel after getting up this far. He told me that a suicide actually did take place here when he was a lad, and he related the circumstances." Seeing my interest the old gentleman went on: "It was a young woman—a young English woman—who had arrived in this town," or to meet her husband, hung his surprise. Well, Peter, a tender self-you've been you have to work done to assist what I might ask pears to me than our expenses are the best way I housework. Beginning in life help you." With a voice atation at this uncle wife's devotion she said to break he didn't want that she was too contemplated; was continued; "Oh, that is Mrs. McGoochie my love and sympathy practical form; this very day. tion, Peter." Name it my, "That new were unable to own work it with dollars a year; for Ford the carpet." Of course, rified you are not you can perform She was satisfied Mack lugged tha and found the gone too; but she only been around that she was not Dinner was late meal by her fair make allowance position in wi placed. Acting on her home a new room to supper. The dollars a year; little things: from her visit bors whom she she was now o was delighted declared that tha furniture to mat that I will more in the course of proud to know This was said hung so loving that Mack coo The furniture day. About three en coaxed Peter dress, and he out of a set of old pleas—she penses so much that she felt tha something extra to more; she rea girl, and Peter it to her. Mack began A Ridiculous Falsehood. The following item has recently been published by several papers. It may mislead some, but any one of sound mind would recognize its absurdity at once: "IMPORTANT LAND DECISION—We find in the Marysville Appeal of last Tuesday, this: 'Judge Field, of the United States Supreme Court, made an important decision a few weeks ago. The law required that notice of survey should be printed in a paper nearest the land, and a notice was published in a paper, one side of which was printed in San Francisco, when the land was in Santa Barbara, which the Judge said did not satisfy the law. He said the paper was published from the office at which it was first printed for circulation, no matter where it was sent afterwards to be distributed. All parties who published legal notices in patent outside sheets, will take notice.'" At the request of a newspaper publisher I called at the office of Judge Field and examined a copy of the decision referred to and find the above statement a tissue of falsehood. The following are some of the facts: 1st. This case refers to the Santa Barbara Gazette published in 1861, long before outsides were ever thought of. 2d. At the time the above advertisement referred to was published, this Santa Barbara Gazette was printed entirely in San Francisco, but even this fact would not have affected this case if the publishers of that paper, in their affidavit, had stated that the entire edition of the Gazette was shipped to Santa Barbara before distributing. 3d. This decision is directly the reverse of the above statement. Judge Field says that "place of publication" is where the paper is "first given to the public for circulation," and any man, except the writer of the above article, would know that a paper could not be given to the public for circulation until it was complete. It may be well to add that the matter of advertising was only a side issue in this case, and it would be far cheaper for those who are so anxious to circulate such falsehoods, to make them up entirely out of new cloth, instead of basing them on documents to which the public have access. Carlos White, Proprietor Pacific Newspaper Publishing Company, San Francisco. CLEANSING HOUSE PLANTS.—To insure a healthy growth, house plants must receive careful attention. For removing dust and other obstructions from the leaves, which serve as lungs to the plant, the following treatment is recommended: Have a large pail or tub filled with warm soap-suds, then spread the fingers and palm of the left hand over the soil in the pot, turn the branches topsy-turvey into warm soap-suds, swinging the plant briskly through the water until every leaf has been completely saturated; then put through a pail of clear water, rubbing each leaf with the thumb and fore finger, and finally give a good shake and return to the window when dry. STRAWBERRY ICE CREAM.—Take a quart of berries after they have been hulled, and sprinkle over them one large coffee cup of fine white sugar; let them stand two or three hours, and squeeze out the juice, and then stir in one quart of pure sweet cream, or a plait and a half of cream and the beaten whites of three eggs. Mix altogether and freeze, and when half frozen, turn in one pint of fresh berries, and freeze stiff. The juice needs to be very stiff or else it will curdle the cream. LIMA BEANS.—Great precaution should be used in picking and shelling them. They are much richer and more economical when used quite large. It is quite a point in picking and purchasing to select pods which are well filled out. Allow from thirty to forty minutes for cooking, according to the size. Serve without seasoning, or thicken the juice with a little graham flour braided with water, say half a gill to two quarts of beans, or half a pint of green-corn cream to the same quantity. Bring to the boiling point and then serve. WAFFLES.—One cup of sour cream, one coffee cup of sweet milk, two eggs, one teaspoonful of saleratus, a little salt. If you have not cream, use sour milk in its place with a teaspoonful of melted butter. Bake in a waffle iron over a steady fire. Two elegant loaves are made from this rule: One cup of butter, two and one-half cups of sugar, three-quarters of a cup of sweet milk, the whites of eight eggs, a teaspoonful of Babbitt's yeast powder, one quart of sifted flour, one coconut grated, put in the milk of it, then all the grated coconut except enough to cover over the loaves frosted. MAKE YOURself an honest man, and then you may be sure that there is one rascal less in the world. "I came up this mountain a few winters ago," said the old gentleman, "when the snow was very deep and a hard crust was frozen on the surface. That's the time to climb the Catskills. My companion was an old resident hereabouts—born here, in fact. We walked up that peak yonder with less fatigue than I now feel after getting up this far. He told me that a suicide actually did take place here when he was a lad, and he related the circumstances." Seeing my interest the old gentleman went on: "It was a young woman—a young English woman—who had arrived in this country a year or two before in company, it is said, with her brother, and who, after serving some months in the household of a merchant in New York, came up here and settled as a kind of governess or companion to the children of the merchant's brother, a well-to-do farmer in this neighborhood. She was as good as adopted into the family and treated in all respects as an equal. Once in about every fortnight she received a letter addressed always in the same handwriting, but postmarked at different places in West and South. These letters were understood by the farmer and the family to be written by the girl's brother, who had accepted the place of traveling agent for a New York firm. About the beginning of one spring the letters ceased to arrive. The young woman moped and pined. In the following September a letter came and was handed to her in the evening. She took it to her room. Next morning she had disappeared, leaving her trunk locked, and her clothing, except what she wore, hanging from the pegs against the wall. It was not until some ten days afterward that some boys out chestnutting came across her body below there under the trees. In her dress pocket was found the last letter she had received, a letter which disclosed that the writer was not her brother, but her husband, to whom she had been married just before their departure from England, and from whom she had consented to separate until they should by their united efforts have saved enough money to start them in life together. Absence, in his case, had rusted love. This letter announced that he had married another person. Ah me!" concluded the old gentleman, sadly putting on his hat and preparing to move away," so wags the world." ARKANSAS is one of the largest of the United States, containing as much area as all of England. Hung so loving that Mack cove day. About three en coaxed Peter dress, and he nudged him off of a set of old plea—the expenses so much that she felt something extra to more, she recalled girl, and Peter it to her. Mack began after all, any sailed girl? We omy bankrupt! He got a piece figured: Expenses one Carpet... Furniture... Dress and Jewelry Total Cost of help one Balance in favor McGoochen on paper and strides for home first object that was the hired girl. FALSEHOODING when ouce mischief. Who done to individual munities by free extent are perp Who can repair act by slender of false speak this pernicious sight deviation in the form of watchful parent a propensity one whether in the and exaggeration form of prevent direct and palpable rod of corn truth strict true great moralist thing happened at an but instantly know where end." Without friendship ample operation—no Truth is the wavd and as such,s GAZETTE. NO. 46. Economy in the Household. The Brunswicker has the following: One morning about two weeks ago Mrs. McGochen beamed blandly across the breakfast table on her husband and informed him that she had concluded to discharge the hired girl and do her own work. This announcement startled Mr. McGochen almost as much as if she had declared her determination to commit suicide. He had long known that hired help was a heavy drain upon his meagre salary, but his wife had educated him to regard it as indispensable, and he had made up his mind to endure it forever. That she should voluntarily offer to dispense with the service of a girl was something for which he was not prepared. Looking at her with an expression which hope and doubt painfully mingled, he said: "You—why—you can't do it, Eliza." "Can't do it, indeed! I'd like to know what's the reason? Lots of women in this town do a great deal more, and think nothing of it. Our family's small—just you and me and Henry Ward—and if I can't do the work for us three I'd better go to the hospital and done with it." "What put you into the notion?" asked her husband, hardly yet recovered from his surprise. "Well, Peter," she replied, speaking in a tender, self-reproving tone, "I'll tell you. I've been thinking lately how hard you have to work, and how little I have done to assist you, in comparison with what I might and ought to do, and it appears to me that I should try to reduce our expenses as much as possible, and the best way I know of is to do my own homework. We are poor just making a She Seemed Willing. BY MAX ADELER. Since Miss Bangs refused him, our young friend, Peter Lamb, has been paying attention to Henrietta Sinnickson, and a few evenings since he determined to bring things to a crisis and learn his fate. After calling at the house, and making a few original remarks about the weather, Mr. Lamb cleared his throat a couple of times, and crowding up toward Miss Sinnickson's end of the sofa, he said to her: "Er-a, Henrietta, do you ever feel lonely—kinder's if there was a void in your life—'s if there was some one in the world who might supply a want in your nature, and make you so happy that you could erase sacrifice everything for him? Do you ever feel that way?" "Yes, Mr. Lamb," said Henrietta softly, "sometimes, I confess, I do have such a feeling." "Do you?" exclaimed Peter in ecstacy. "And do you think that if you met the person for whom you yearn you would be willing to give yourself wholly to him, to love and cherish him, and to help him to struggle along and to cheer him up in sorrow, and share his poverty, and his cares, and his simple victuals, and all that?" "I think I could," said Henrietta, with downcast eyes. "How would you like," asked Peter, joyfully, to live with him in a sweet little cottage, lowly but snug, with woodbine creeping over the porch, with roses blooming in the yard, with the fragrance of the apple blossoms filling the air, and a few chickens and a dog in the garden, and a bath-room in the second story back with hot and cold water." Couldn't you help New York skill Mounthese rocky plush-like good a hale that in his reaming on aid with a g leap for green looks ak a bone." a few winman, "when hard crust That's the My comreabouts— up that than I now He told take place he related gentleman a young lived in this Just you and me and Henry Ward—and if I can't do the work for us three I'd better go to the hospital and done with it." "What put you into the notion?" asked her husband, hardly yet recovered from his surprise. "Well, Peter," she replied, speaking in a tender, self-reproving tone, "I'll tell you. I've been thinking lately how hard you have to work, and how little I have done to assist you, in comparison with what I might and ought to do, and it appears to me that I should try to reduce our expenses as much as possible, and the best way I know of is to do my own housework. We are poor, just making a beginning in life, and it is my duty to help you." With a voice almost choked with emotion at this unexpected evidence of his wife's devotion and energy, he feebly essayed to break her resolution, saying that he didn't want her to be a slawe for him; that she was too delicate for the task she contemplated; that all he asked of her was continued love and sympathy— "Oh, that is all romance," interrupted Mrs. McGoochen. "It's high time that my love and sympathy are assuming a practical form. I'll discharge the girl this very day. But there is one condition, Peter." "Name it, my noble wife." "That new carpet you thought we were unable to get. Now, if I do my own work it will save at least a hundred dollars a year, and you can certainly afford the carpet." "Of course, my love, if you are satisfied you are not undertaking more than you can perform." She was satisfied, and so it was settled. Mack lugged the carpet home at noon, and found the girl gone. His wife was gone, too, but she returned shortly, having only been around telling the neighbors that she was now doing her own work. Dinner was late, but then it was the first meal by her fair fingers, and he could make allowance for the novelty of the position in which she found herself placed. Acting on her suggestion, Mack brought home a new rocking-chair when he came to supper. They were saving a hundred dollars a year, and could well afford such little things. When his wife returned from her visit to the rest of her neighbors whom she had been informing that she was now doing her own work, she was delighted with the new chair, and declared that they must have a full set of furniture to match it. "You know, Peter, that I will more than save the cost of it in the course of a year, and I will feel so proud to know that my labor secured it." This was said so beseechingly, and she hung so lovingly on his neck the while that Mack couldn't resist the appeal. The furniture was sent down the next day. About three days after, Mrs. McGoochen coaxed Peter into buying her a silk dress, and the next day she wheedled him out of a set of jewelry. It was the same old plea—she was lightening the expenses so much by doing her own work that she felt that she was entitled to something extra. It would not amount to more, she reasoned, than the hire of a girl, and Peter could well afford to give it to her. Mack began to get uneasy. Was there, person for whom you yearn you would be willing to give yourself wholly to him, to love and cherish him, and to help him to struggle along and to cheer him up in sorrow, and share his poverty, and his cares, and his simple viettuals, and all that! "I think I could," said Henrietta, with downcast eyes. "How would you like," asked Peter, joyfully, to live with him in a sweet little cottage, lowly but snug, with woodbine creeping over the porch, with roses blooming in the yard, with the fragrance of the apple blossoms filling the air, and a few chickens and a dog in the garden, and a bath-room in the second story back with hot and cold water? Couldn't you help him to make it a fair paradise, a home of which a prince might be proud?" "It would be splendid," said Henrietta. "And then, you know," said Peter, warming with the theme, "you could attend to your household duties during the day; you could wash up and scrub and mend his pants, and er-a things like that, you know; and when he came you could sit out on the porch with him under the honeysuckle hand in hand, and tell him how much you loved him, and how er-a good time you were having. And you could talk over things and lay all your little plans for housekeeping before him; and he would advise you and direct you about spending the money and buying groceries and marketing, and er-a—er-a let—his affection come out in ever so many little ways." "I should expect him to, of course," said Henrietta. "And then, you know," said Peter enthusiastically, "they could grow old together without even a harsh word or a quarrel, and go down through all the troubles of life into a serene old age with the silver hairs streaking down their heads, and maybe their teeth gone and the storms over, and all ready for union hereafter. Wouldn't that be a life worth leading? Don't you think you could stand that?" "O, yes, indeed," replied Henrietta. "Well, Henrietta," said Peter, with his heart beating fast, "the picture can be realized. The cottage, the woodbine, the serene old age, the bath-tub and the dog can all be yours, and er-a-the chickens and the affection too. You can have them; they are waiting for you; will you take them, Henrietta?" "I—I think maybe I will," said Henrietta in a whisper. "You will!" shouted Peter, edging up closer. "Then take them. I offer them with my heart and hand. Henrietta, I love you! Say that you return my love, and our dream about the er-a the er-a happy life, and groceries and things will be realized! Will you accept them?" "Mr. Lamb," suddenly exclaimed Henrietta, assuming a haughty tone, "do I understand you that you meant all the time to allude to me as figuring as your wife?" "Why, er-a—a certainly, of course, to be sure!" said Peter in alarm. "Well you've made a mighty big mistake," said Miss Sinnickson. "I thought you were referring to Mr. Simms. I am engaged to him, and he has just bought that kind of a cottage with exactly those fixings. I am going to marry him and settle in it. Good gracious! I never thought of marrying you. Why, you must be crazy." a young man lived in this company and who the house-work came of govern-children of the do farmer was as good and treated in letter, ad-handwriting, places in letters were the family brother, who traveling about the letters woman sowing Sep-pended to it to her had disap-ocked, and wore hang-e wall. It afterward settling came under the was found ed, a letter her was not to whom before their from whom until they have saved in life to had rusted that he had com-ally, putting move away, great of the much area About three days after, Mrs. McGoochen coaxed Peter into buying her a silk dress, and the next day she wheeled him out of a set of jewelry. It was the same old plea—she was lightening the expenses so much by doing her own work that she felt that she was entitled to something extra. It would not amount to more, she reasoned, than the hire of a girl, and Peter could well afford to give it to her. Mack began to get uneasy. Was there, after all, any saving in doing without a hired girl? Wouldn't that sort of economy bankrupt him in less than a year! He got a piece of paper and a pencil and figured: Expenses one week without help: Carpet... $20 00 Furniture... 50 00 Dress and jewelry... 80 00 Total ... $150 00 Cost of help one week ... 2 00 Balance in favor of a domestic... $148 00 McGoochen was astounded. Grasping the paper and his hat, he made rapid strides for home. Opening the door, the first object that met his frenzied gaze was the hired girl! FALSEHOODS.—The habit of false speaking when once formed does incalculable mischief. Who can tell the mischief done to individuals, families and to communities by fraud? but frauds to a great extent are perpetuated by false speaking. Who can repair the injury done to character by slander? but slander is one form of false speaking. As a general thing, this pernicious habit of lying grows out of slight deviations from the truth, especially in the form of prevarication; and no watchful parents should fail to check such a propensity on the part of their children, whether in the shape of embellishment and exaggeration, or in the more serious form of prevarication, to say noting of direct and palpable falsehood, calling for the rod of correction. So important is truth, strict truth, that Dr. Johnson, the great moralist, says, "If a child says a thing happened at one window, when it happened at another, do not let it pass, but instantly correct him; you do not know where deviation from truth will end." Without truth, there can be no friendship among men—no mutual cooperation—no transactions of any kind. Truth is the very corner-stone of society, and, as such, should be valued by all. "Mr. Lamb," suddenly exclaimed Henrietta, assuming a haughty tone, "do I understand you that you meant all the time to allude to me as figuring as your wife!" "Why, er-a—a certainly, of course, to be sure!" said Peter in alarm. "Well you've made a mighty big mistake," said Miss Sinnickson. "I thought you were referring to Mr. Simms. I am engaged to him, and he has just bought that kind of a cottage with exactly those fixings. I am going to marry him and settle in it. Good graceous! I never thought of marrying you. Why, you must be crazy." Then Peter clapped on his hat and left suddenly. For the first twenty-four hours afterward he was uncertain whether he should commit suicide or assassinate Simms. He resolved at last to do neither, and he already shows symptoms of skirmishing after another victim. HOW TO KEEP A SUBSCRIBER.—An indignant farmer recently entered the office of the Elizabeth News and ordered his paper stopped because he differed from the editor in his views regarding the advantages of subsolling fence fails. The editor of course conceded the man's right to stop his paper, but he remarked coolly looking over his list: "Do you know Jim Sowders down at Hardscrabble?" "Very well," said the man. "Well, he stopped his paper last week because I thought a farmer was a blamed fool who didn't know that timothy was a good thing to graft on huckleberry bushes, and he died in four hours." "Lord, is that so?" said the astonished granger. "Yes; and you know old George Erickson, down on Eagle Creek!" "Well, I've heard of him." "Well," said the editor gravely, "he stopped his paper because I said he was the happy father of twins, and congratulated him on his success so late in life. He fell dead within twenty minutes. There are lots of similar cases, but it don't matter. I'll just cross your name off, though you don't look strong, and there's a bad color on your nose." "See here, Mr. Editor," said the subscriber, looking somewhat alarmed, "I believe I'll just keep on another year; cause I always did like your paper; and come to think about it, you are a young man, and some allowance or be made; and he departed satisfied that he had made a narrow escape from death. A regular beat, the heart-beat."