anaheim-gazette 1879-10-24

ANAHEIM GAZETTE. RICHARD MELROSE. - Editor and Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY. Stranded. O busy ships that shine in sailing in a glory Like a dream From the colors of the harbor to the colors of the sea, In the singing would or in bewailing Tell the story As you gleam, Tell the story, guess the language of my idle hours for me. O busy waves! so blest in bruising Your white faces On the shore, No happy to be wasted with the purpose of the sea, Content to leave with it the choosing Of your places Evermore, Whisper but the sea meaning of my stranded life for me. Gray the sail's grow in departing Like fleet swallows To the south, Bent each on its own errand and fast dimming silently; Stern the tide turns in its parting, As it follows With dumb month; In the stillness and the sternness, God make answer unto me! —Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. His First Wife. "Oh, dear," said Mrs. Primrose, "what a fool I was to marry a widower!" And her bright eyes glistened from behind a cambric pocket handkerchief, like stars from under an April cloud. Mrs. Primrose was very pretty, and she was very young; and the wedding ring, on the third finger of her left hand, had not yet lost the gloss of the jeweler's store; and yet Mrs. Primrose was already lamenting the choice she had made in life. "Why, my dear," said Mrs. Mixel, looking half curiously around the cosy farm-house kitchen, where Mrs. Primrose was crying into the preserving kettle, "what can the trouble be?" But I don't know who you are," said Georgia, recoiling a little before the array of band-boxes, brown-paper parcels and hair-trunks, studded with glittering brass nails, behind which stood the little old woman. "I'm your husband's first wife's aunt Denice," said the visitor. "She died at my house." Georgia's heart sank within her. "Did she?" faltered she. "Oh, yes," nodded aunt Ennice. "Have a pinch of Macaboy. No? Your husband's first wife snuffed. That was what led to the separation." "To the—" "The separation: Didn't you know? She came to live with me for a year before she died. Phineas couldn't get along with her, no how. She drank, you know, and she snuffed, and she wasn't no great housekeeper at her best. Phineas was dreadful disapointed in her. Well, well! we're all mortal," fanning herself with an enormous fabrication of rusty wire and turkey-feathers, "and poor Phineas had a dreadful trial with our poor Mehetabel!" The roses had come back to Georgia's cheeks, the magnetic brightness to her eyes. She took aunt Ennice by both her black-mitten hands. "Dear aunt Ennice," said she—"I may call you so, mayn't I?—do come in! I am so glad to see you! Shall I make a cup of tea for you? or would you prefer coffee? And I'll broil a slice of ham for you directly, if you'll make yourself quite—quite at home!" "Well, I declare!" said aunt Ennice, quite melted with the warmth of this reception; "I didn't expect no such welcome as this! Phineas used to be dreadful worried, because Mehetabel never warnt in no order to have company. She was a poor cook, Mehetabel was, and she didn't seem to have no faculty to learn. The waste as went on here, Phineas used to say—and he said truly enough—would a-keep a tavern in victuals and drink. I ain't goin' to extenuate her faults because she was my brother's child," added aunt Ennice, with a flourish of a red-and-yellow bandanna pocket-handkerchief; "for I always did allow that she was a dreadful trial to Phineas." Georgia Primrose tripped around, as lightly as if her feet were shod with humming birds' wings, to light a fire in the best parlor and get out their chooses. The Lake in Central As we approach the Lakes many picnic parties in houses, from whence gliding water may be had throw These arbors are rustic, with blooming creeper or honey on the center-table, with generally provided friends may spread the o'picnic basket, and pass alight in real country quiet, although not a mile, perhaps, for home. Little streamlets bridges covered with ice and tumble in tiny cascade toward the lake. In these thickets are brilliant wi-drons; and here is the vested with romance as hiding-place of smuggler long ago. Entering the eye grows accustomed to light, and the sparkling are cool and refreshing. Faint ray which comes from one may soon get a glimpse small arm of the lake opening in the rock, over a swaying curtain of pane Climbing up a steep flight in a crevice of the ledge; on a miniature headland the lake, where pleasant striped red and white awa and down, and flocks of gracefully on the water. Present on the lake thirty-six wild, three American and twelve black ones. Nests during the last brook The swan chooses a solitary the rocks, where, half in that hatches her brood of young nets. One swan's nest appeared like a floating is in the midst of a good-twigs and branches, the brooded her eggs. Did a bob she would curve her long high in the air, and watch suspicious eye, until the passed on, when the glis-white head would re-assume attitude, and the most rest patiently at its work. On the southern shore where the level lawns of And her bright eyes glistened from behind a cambric pocket handkerchief, like stars from under an April cloud. Mrs. Primrose was very pretty, and she was very young; and the wedding ring, on the third finger of her left hand, had not yet lost the gloss of the jeweler's store; and yet Mrs. Primrose was already lamenting the choice she had made in life. "Why, my dear," said Mrs. Mixel, looking half curiously around the cosy farm-house kitchen, where Mrs. Primrose was crying into the preserving ketle, "what can the trouble be? "It's—it's his first wife!" sobbed Mrs. Primrose. "The hateful thing! I wish he had never married her!" "My dear!" remonstrated Mrs. Mixel. "Well, it's true," said the bride, patting her little foot restlessly on the stone hearth. "She's always bothering and interfering in my affairs! Mrs. Mixel gave an alarmed glance over her left shoulder, as if she had seen a ghost. "Georgy," said she, with a sniff at her smelling-bottle, "how you do startle one! the first Mrs. Primrose has been dead and buried these three years. And you talk as if she were still alive." "So she is, as far as I am concerned!" flashed out Georgia Primrose. "Phineas is always bringing her out of the grave. For my part, I don't wonder that she died; she must have been a great deal too perfect to live. She never forgot to sew the buttons on his shirts; she never burned the toast, or scorched the oatmeal, or wasted the potato peelings, or—goodness gracious! here he comes now!" And Georgia fell to stirring the plums with an energy that served as an escape-valve for her excited feelings, as Mr. Phineas Primrose walked in—a tall, portly gentleman, of middle age, with a pair of eye-glasses perched on a Roman nose, and a forehead all glistening with favorable phrenological bumps. "Your most obedient, Mrs. Mixel!" said he, with a courteous obeisance—"your most obedient! Georgey, my love," with a glimmer of the spectacles in the direction of the preserving-kettle, "I think you are burning those plums." "No, I am not!" said Georgia, never once looking up. "My first wife—" began Mr. Primrose. "There!" escaped spasmodically from Georgia's lips. "Eh?" said Mr. Primrose. "Nothing," said the bride, stirring as if her spoon were a flash of silver lightning. "My first wife;" resumed the remaled widower, "as I was about to remark, always canned her fruit in glass jars. She never failed!" "Indeed!" said Mrs. Mixel, rather puzzled what remark to make. "Ah!" groaned Mr. Primrose, "there was a woman! A temper like an angel, the judgment of a Solomon, the economy of a true housekeeper—Take care, my dear; you certainly are burning those plums!" Mrs. Primrose dropped the spoon into the boiling mass, and burst into tears. She was a poor cook, Mehetabel was, and she didn't seem to have no faculty to learn. The waste as went on here, Phineas used to say—and he said truly enough—would a kept a tavern in victuals and drink. I ain't goin' to extemnate her faults because she was my brother's child," added aunt Eunice, with a flourish of a red-and-yellow bandanna pocket-handkerchief; "for I always did allow that she was a dreadful trial to Phineas." Georgia Primrose tripped around, as lightly as if her feet were shod with humming birds' wings, to light a fire in the best parlor, and get out her choicest silver and china, for the honor of her husband's first wife's relative; and, as she moved about, she burst spontaneously into fragments of songs. Mr. Primrose came home to tea as usual, but as he crossed the threshold his glance fell on ant Eunice, with her snuff-box and her spectacles, and his florid face grew pale. "Yes, Phineas, it's me," said the old lady, rising, with a smile. "I've come to visit your second wife—and a brisk, stirring little body she is, as any man might be proud of." Mr. Primrose looked dubiously at Georgia. "Yes," said she, with the mischievous dimples playing around the corners of her lips, as she set the chairs up to the table. "I've heard the whole family history, Phineas, dear. Aunt Eunice is such good company!" Mr. Primrose murmured a few unintelligible words of greeting to annt Eunice, and sank down into his chair like a child's jumping-jack, with the string broken. "And its such a lucky thing for you, Phineas," added annt Eunice, buttering her first muffin, "to get a wife like Georgia here, arter the trial you had with poor Mehetabel. I've been telling what a hand she was to waste, and how she pawned the silver spoons when you had gone to the Legislature, and how that dreadful habit of drink grew on her,and—" "Yes," said Mr. Primrose, wiping his damp forehead—"Yes. But perhaps, annt Eunice, the less said about it the better. My poor, dear, first wife—the words somehow seemed to stick in his throat as they had never done before—"is dead and gone. Perhaps it would be wiser and kinder to let her faults rest with her." Aunt Eunice Meeker staid a month, and during all that time the first Mrs. Primrose was never again mentioned. Georgia was merciful, and made no comment. Aunt Eunice was discreet, and held her tongue. Mrs. Mixel's plan had proved a brilliant success. The ghost of Mr. Primrose's first wife haunted the domestic hearth no longer.—Saturday Night. A Zulu Witch-Doctor. Those familiar with fortune-tellers and other claimants of supernatural knowledge may find in the following description of a Zulu witch-doctor a striking resemblance to their methods: We were ready to stop at noon for dinner. The oxen were turned loose to graze, our fire was built, coffee-kettle put on, meat hung in front of the fire to broil and then while waiting we never warnn't in no order to have company. She was a poor cook, Mehetabel was, and she didn't seem to have no faculty to learn. The waste as went on here, Phineas used to say—and he said truly enough—would a kept a tavern in victuals and drink. I ain't goin' to extemnate her faults because she was my brother's child," added annt Eunice, with a flourish of a red-and-yellow bandanna pocket-handkerchief; "for I always did allow that she was a dreadful trial to Phineas." Georgia Primrose tripped around, as lightly as if her feet were shod with humming birds' wings, to light a fire in the best parlor, and get out her choicest silver and china, for the honor of her husband's first wife's relative; and as she moved about, she burst spontaneously into fragments of songs. Mr. Primrose came home to tea as usual, but as he crossed the threshold his glance fell on ant Eunice, with her snuff-box and her spectacles, and his florid face grew pale. "Yes, Phineas, it's me," said the old lady, rising, with a smile. "I've come to visit your second wife—and a brisk, stirring little body she is, as any man might be proud of." Mr. Primrose looked dubiously at Georgia. "Yes," said she, with the mischievous dimples playing around the corners of her lips, as she set the chairs up to the table. "I've heard the whole family history, Phineas, dear. Aunt Eunice is such good company!" Mr. Primrose murmured a few unintelligible words of greeting to annt Eunice, and sank down into his chair like a child's jumping-jack, with the string broken. "And its such a lucky thing for you, Phineas," added annt Eunice, buttering her first muffin," to get a wife like Georgia here，arter the trial you had with poor Mehetabel. I've been telling what a hand she was to waste，and how she pawned the silver spoons when you had gone to the Legislature，and how that dreadful habit of drink grew on her,and—" "Yes," said Mr. Primrose，wiping his damp forehead—"Yes. But perhaps，annt Eunice，the less said about it the better。My poor，dear，first wife—the words somehow seemed to stick in his throat as they had never done before—"is dead and gone。Perhaps it would be wiser and kinder to let her faults rest with her." Aunt Eunice Meeker staid a month，and during all that time the first Mrs. Primrose was never again mentioned. Georgia was merciful，and made no comment. Aunt Eunice was discreet，and held her tongue. Mrs. Mixel's plan had proved a brilliant success. The ghost of Mr. Primrose's first wife haunted the domestic hearth no longer.—Saturday Night. The swan chooses a solitary rock in the midst of a good-wind twigs and branches，the brooded her eggs。Did a bird she would curve her long high in the air，and watch suspicious eye， until the passed on，when the glisten white head would re-assume attitude，and the most patient at its work. On the southern shore where the level lawns of tion of the Park begin，the gently to the water's edge waddle up and crouch in the bushes，or float round overhanging the water，with gather to feed them with food and cracker，the remains of luncheon.The path winds through the water，and there are large drooping willows，scarlet geraniums and coloured germaniums make bright spots on the grass. The landing-place for this Esplanade below the Tea large fountain fills cooling spray，is always life.Boats are arriving at crowds are watching the water，或 meditating到 finding an empty table arches of the Terrace，whose study ornamental tilting ceiling，and refresh their ice-cream and other deli either side of the archess steps lead to the Terrace is worth while to linger in notice the pretty pieces of stone side rails and poop much real merit in these ture—more indeed，than more pretentious specimen sculptor's art scattered abo which，with a few excepti Shakespeare，” by Mr.much better be left out Helen S.CONANT，in His zine. The Original Brother Jonathan Trumbull，of the Colonial governor no mon sense，and integrity，final brother Jonathan，the resentative of the people States.Here was a native graduate of Harvard,a ma for many years a member necticut Assembly.Her lieutenant-governor，and poused the popular cause refused (1768) to take them enjoined by parliament，他 governor year follow elected for fourteen yeers everything in his power t independence of the color implicitly trusted and o Washington in emergence t general was sadly in naition，he called a councile none of whom could offer suggestion.“We must rer ter to brother Jonathan，“ington，alluding to Trump posed a way of remedying from that day Trumbull Brother Jonathan，wr Brother Jonathan，wr as if her spoon were a flash of silver lightning. "My first wife," resumed the remated widower, "as I was about to remark, always canned her fruit in glass jars. She never failed!" "Indeed!" said Mrs. Mixel, rather puzzled what remark to make. "Ah!" groaned Mr. Primrose, "there was a woman! A temper like an angel, the judgment of a Solomon, the economy of a true housekeeper—Take care, my dear; you certainly are burning those plums!" Mrs. Primrose dropped the spoon into the boiling mass, and burst into tears. "I don't care for the plums," cried she. "I don't care for anything!" Mr. Primrose looked after her, with eyes of mild reproach, as she ran out of the room. Mrs. Mixel followed the bride into her room, in sore perplexity. "My dear," said she, "you are very foolish." "I can't help it," sobbed Georgia. "No one could! To have that horrid piece of perfection thrown in my face every hour of the twenty-four. It breaks my heart, it poisons all my peace! If she had only had the least bit of a fault." "We are all fallible, my love," oracularly remarked Mrs. Mixel. "But Mr. Primrose's first wife wasn't," said Georgia. "Humph!" said Mrs. Mixel. "Do you happen to know what part of the country was her native place?" "Snooksdale," faltered Georgia; "in the State of New Hampshire." "And her name was—" "Mehetabel Meeker, Oh, I know all the details by heart!" sighed up the wife. "And now I must go and rip up Mr. Primrose's old coat into carpetrags; his first wife never wasted so much as a clipping of thread," with a fearful grimace at the name of the obnoxious household idol who was so frequently and remorselessly set up for her to worship. Mrs. Mixel went home and considered matters a little while; and then she took the train for Snooksdale, New Hampshire. "I've come to visit you, my dear," said aunt Eunice Meeker, a peek-marked old lady, with a dyed bombaine dress, silver spectacles, and a Snooksdale habit of taking snuff. Mrs. Mixel said you are lonesome, and I've nothing on earth to do but visit my relations." The Lake in Central Park. As we approach the Lake there are many picnic parties in the summer-houses, from whence glimpses of the water may be had through the trees. These arbors are rustic, and overrun with blooming creeper, wistaria, trumpet-creeper, or honey-suckle, and on the center-table, with which they are generally provided, a party of friends may spread the contents of the picnic basket, and pass a long afternoon in real country quiet, although in reality not a mile, perhaps, from their city home. Little streamlets flow under bridges covered with hanging vines, and tumble in tiny cascades downward toward the lake. In the season the thickets are brilliant with rhododendrons; and here is the Cave, too, invested with romance as the reported hiding-place of smugglers in days of long ago. Entering the cave, one is at first confused by the darkness and mystery of the rocky arch; but gradually the eye grows accustomed to the dim light, and the sparkling, damp walls are cool and refreshing. Following the faint ray which comes from a distance, one may soon get a glimpse of water—a small arm of the lake—through an opening in the rock, over which hangs a swaying curtain of pendant vines. Climbing up a steep flight of steps cut in a crevice of the ledge, one may stand on a miniature headland overlooking the lake, where pleasure-boats with striped red and white awnings pass up and down, and flocks of swans swim gracefully on the water. There are at present on the lake thirty mute swans, six wild, three American trumpeters, and twelve black ones. There were six nests during the last brooding season. The swan chooses a solitary nook among the rocks, where, half in the water, she hatches her brood of young downy eyegnets. One swan's nest of last spring appeared like a floating island. Sitting in the midst of a good-sized raft of twigs and branches, the mother-bird brooded her eggs. Did a boat approach, she would curve her long slender neck high in the air, and watch, with keen, suspicious eye, until the intruder had passed on, when the glistening snow-white head would re-assume its reposeful attitude, and the maternal heart rest patiently at its work. On the southern shore of the lake, where the level lawns of the lower porch are rustic, and overrun with blooming creeper, wistaria, trumpet-creeper, or honey-suckle, and on the center-table, with which they are generally provided, a party of friends may spread the contents of the picnic basket, and pass a long afternoon in real country quiet, although in reality not a mile, perhaps, from their city home. Little streamlets flow under bridges covered with hanging vines, and tumble in tiny cascades downward toward the lake. In the season the thickets are brilliant with rhododendrons; and here is the Cave, too, invested with romance as the reported hiding-place of smugglers in days of long ago. Entering the cave, one is at first confused by the darkness and mystery of the rocky arch; but gradually the eye grows accustomed to the dim light, and the sparkling, damp walls are cool and refreshing. Following the faint ray which comes from a distance, one may soon get a glimpse of water—a small arm of the lake—through an opening in the rock, over which hangs a swaying curtain of pendant vines. Climbing up a steep flight of steps cut in a crevice of the ledge, one may stand on a miniature headland overlooking the lake, where pleasure-boats with striped red and white awnings pass up and down, and flocks of swans swim gracefully on the water. There are at present on the lake thirty mute swans, six wild, three American trumpeters, and twelve black ones. There were six nests during the last brooding season. The swan chooses a solitary nook among the rocks, where, half in the water, she hatches her brood of young downy eyegnets. One swan's nest of last spring appeared like a floating island. Sitting in the midst of a good-sized raft of twigs and branches, the mother-bird brooded her eggs. Did a boat approach, she would curve her long slender neck high in the air, and watch, with keen, suspicious eye, until the intruder had passed on, when the glistening snow-white head would re-assume its reposeful attitude, and the maternal heart rest patiently at its work. On the southern shore of the lake, where the level lawns of the lower porch are rustic, and overrun with blooming creeper, wistaria, trumpet-creeper, or honey-suckle, and on the center-table, with which they are generally provided, a party of friends may spread the contents of the picnic basket, and pass a long afternoon in real country quiet, although in reality not a mile, perhaps, from their city home. Little streamlets flow under bridges covered with hanging vines, and tumble in tiny cascades downward toward the lake. In the season the thickets are brilliant with rhododendrons; and here is the Cave, too, invested with romance as the reported hiding-place of smugglers in days of long ago. Entering the cave, one is at first confused by the darkness and mystery of the rocky arch; but gradually the eye grows accustomed to the dim light, and the sparkling, damp walls are cool and refreshing. Following the faint ray which comes from a distance, one may soon get a glimpse of water—a small arm of the lake—through an opening in the rock, over which hangs a swaying curtain of pendant vines. Climbing up a steep flight of steps cut in a crevice of the ledge, one may stand on a miniature headland overlooking the lake, where pleasure-boats with striped red and white awnings pass up and down, and flocks of swans swim gracefully on the water. There are at present on the lake thirty mute swans, six wild, three American trumpeters, and twelve black ones. There were six nests during the last brooding season. The swan chooses a solitary nook among the rocks, where, half in the water, she hatches her brood of young downy eyegnets. One swan's nest of last spring appeared like a floating island. Sitting in the midst of a good-sized raft of twigs and branches，the mother-bird brooded her eggs. Did a boat approach，she would curve her long slender neck high in the air，and watch，with keen，suspicious eye，until the intruder had passed on，when the glistening snow-white head would re-assume its reposeful attitude，and the maternal heart rest patiently at its work. On the southern shore of the lake，where the level lawns of the lower porch are rustic，and overrun with blooming creeper，wistaria，trumpet-creeper，or honey-suckle，and on the center-table，with which they are generally provided，a party of friends may spread the contents of the picnic basket，and pass a long afternoon in real country quiet，although in reality not a mile， perhaps，from their city home. Little streamlets flow under bridges covered with hanging vines，and tumble in tiny cascades downward toward the lake. In the season the thickets are brilliant with rhododendrons；and here is the Cave，too，invested with romance as the reported hiding-place of smugglers in days of long ago. Entering the cave，one is at first confused by the darkness and mystery of the rocky arch；but gradually the eye grows accustomed to the dim light，and the sparkling，damp walls are cool and refreshing. Following the faint ray which comes from a distance，一ome may soon get a glimpse of water—a small arm of the lake—through an opening in the rock，over which hangs a swaying curtain of pendant vines. Climbing up a steep flight of steps cut in a crevice of the ledge，one may stand on a miniature headland overlooking the lake，where pleasure-boats with striped red and white awnings pass up and down，and flocks of swans swim gracefully on the water. There are at present on the lake thirty mute swans，六 wild，三棵 American trumpeters，和十二 black ones。There were six nests during this brooding season.The swan chooses a solitary nook amongthe rocks，where,half inthewater,she hatchesherbroodofyoungdownynygnets。一omeswan'snestoflastspringappearedlikafloatingisland.Sittinginthemidstofagood-sizedraftoftwigsandbranches,themother-birdbroodedhereggs.Didaboatapproach,shewouldcurveherlongslenderneckhighinhair,andwatchwithkeen,suspiciouseye,tunneltheinstruderhadpassedonwhentheglisteningsnowwhiteheadwouldreassumeitsreposefulattitude,andthematernalheartrestpatientlyatitswork. 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One swan's nest of last spring appeared like a floating island. Sitting in the midst of a good-sized raft of twigs and branches, the mother-bird brooded her eggs. Did a boat approach, she would curve her long slender neck high in the air, and watch, with keen, suspicious eye, until the intruder had passed on, when the glistening snow-white head would re-assume its reposeful attitude, and the maternal heart rest patiently at its work. On the southern shore of the lake, where the level lawns of the lower portion of the Park begin, the grass slopes gently to the water's edge. The swans waddle up and crouch in the shade of the bushes, or float round the arbors overhanging the water, where children gather to feed them with bits of cake and cracker, the remains of their picnic luncheon. The path winds along by the water, and there are seats under large drooping willows, and beds of scarlet geraniums and many colored colenses make bright spots of color on the grass. The landing-place for the boats at the Esplanade, below the Terrace, where the large fountain fills the air with cooling spray, is always a scene of life. Boats are arriving and departing, crowds are watching the graceful play of water, or meditating the chances of finding an empty table under the arches of the Terrace, where they may study the ornamental tiling of floor and ceiling, and refresh themselves with ice cream and other delicacies. On either side of the arches broad stone steps lead to the Terrace above, and it is worth while to linger in the ascent to notice the pretty pieces of carving on the stone side rails and posts. There is much real merit in these bits of sculpture—more, indeed, than in most of the more pretentious specimens of the sculptor's art scattered about the park, which, with a few exceptions, like the "Shakespeare," by Mr. Ward, would much better be left cut altogether. HELEN S. CONANT, in Harper's Magazine. The Original Brother Jonathan. Jonathan Trumbull, of Connecticut, the Colonial governor noted for common sense, and integrity, was the original brother Jonathan, the popular representative of the people of the United States. He was a native of Lebanon, a graduate of Harvard, a merchant, and for many years a member of the Connecticut Assembly. He was chosen lieutenant-governor, and having refused (1768) to take the oath of office enjoined by parliament, he was elected governor the year following, and elected for fourteen years. He did everything in his power to secure the independence of the colonies, and was implicitly trusted and consulted by Washington in emergencies. When he general was sadly in need of ammunition, he called a council of officers, none of whom could offer any practical suggestion. "We must refer the matter to brother Jonathan," said Washington, alluding to Trumbull, who proposed a way of remedying the difficulty. From that day Trumbull was known as Brother Jonathan, and in one time he This is perhaps as satisfactory a unit as could be devised. But the obstacles in the way of its adoption are very great. It would be especially difficult to persuade England, whose coinage, differing in the fineness as well as in the names and weights of the coins from the other great commercial nations, is almost a part of that inviolable instrument, the "British Constitution," to fall in with the proposed reform. But the serious inconveniences caused by the existing lack of uniformity must in time break through even the sturdy conservatism of John Bull, and lead him to yield in a matter which so nearly concerns his pocket—that most sensitive point in every trading nation. It would seem as if the period ought not to be far distant when the absurd spectacle of throwing new coin into the crucible merely to transform it into other coin of nearly the same value should be seen no more.—N. E. Examiner and Chronicle. Thinking of His Mother Too Late. The repentance (as well as the sentimental piety) of murderers—when they are caught—very naturally excite suspicion and rebuke. Their better feelings are dormant so long as they can sin undetected, and when punishment comes they grow very tender. The Ledger makes these just remarks in a recent case: "Do not let my mother know of this," was the earnest request of Cox, the murderer of Mrs. Hull, after his arrest and confession. And the daily papers have since published accounts of how the poor old woman, at her home in Richmond, was overwhelmed with anguish when she received intelligence of her son's great crime. Thus it is that the innocent suffer for the guilty—often with greater poignancy of grief than the guilty themselves experience. Cox had a letter from his mother on his person asking him in the most affectionate terms to come and see her; but it had vanished from his memory until he had found himself in a situation which made it impossible ever to visit her. When he was in Paris, Napoleon I., accompanied by Duroc, was often in the habit of rambling about the city in the evening, dressed like his attendant, in a blue overcoat without any decoration or ornament. Like Caliph Haroun al Rashidhe, he often met with curious adventures. Sometimes the emperor hurried Duroc off, scarcely giving him time to dress, and often causing him to forget to take any money with him. As for Napoleon he never had any about him. One day Napoleon and Duroc took a long tramp, and the emperor, being very hungry, went into the cafe at the corner of the boulevard, and ordered a chop and an oilet, his favorite dishes. When they had breakfasted, the bill was presented. The grand marshal rummaged his pockets and found that he had left his purse at home, and that they were left in a sad "fix." The waiter, who saw their annoyance, politely told them that if they had no money, they might pay the next time they came that way. The woman who kept the shop scolded the waiter for his verdancy and said," there's eight francs dead loss." No, ma'am," said the waiter," I'll pay you myself. I'm sure these men are honest, and won't let me suffer." The woman took the money, all the refused (1708) to take the oath of office enjoined by parliament, he was elected governor the year following, and re-elected for fourteen years. He did everything in his power to secure the independence of the colonies, and was implicitly trusted and consulted by Washington in emergencies. When the general was sadly in need of ammunition, he called a council of officers, none of whom could offer any practical suggestion. "We must refer the matter to brother Jonathan," said Washington, alluding to Trumbull, who proposed a way of remedying the difficulty. From that day Trumbull was known as Brother Jonathan, and in due time the name was applied to the whole nation. The governor looked a good deal like the symbolic caricature now familiar to the whole world. He was tall, gaunt, sharp-featured, and for full dress wore a swallow-tail homespun coat, made in his own household, from wool of his own sheep, and colored with maple-bark procured from his own wood-pile. His tight trowers, six inches above his ankles, were of striped linsey-wolsey, spun and made by his own family. He died at seventy-five, universally regretted. A Disgusted Canary.—An exchange tells the following anecdote of a canary which was a total abstainer: Mary Moore has a pet canary bird, which has been trained to many pretty ways. Every day at meal-times Mary opens the cage door, and Dick flies out and lights upon her shoulder, where he stays until the meal is over. He has been taught that he must be quite still while Mr. Moore asks a blessing on their food; so, unless he comes at once when the cage door is opened, he waits in silence until the blessing is over. Once fairly perched on Mary's shoulder, he expects a taste of everything she eats, and whenever she drinks, she holds up to him a spoonful of tea or coffee, which he sips as if he liked it. One day Mary was ill and faint. The doctor ordered brandy and water to revive her, and when she tasted it, Dick, as usual, called for his share. He laid his head against her face, peeped and coaxed, till, just for fun, she held up the spoon to his beak; but no sooner had Dick tasted the brandy than he flow into a violent passion, shook his head, stamped his feet, and beat his wings, scolding sharply all the time. Then, in disgust, he flew back into his cage, and would neither come out nor notice Mary again that day. And the daily papers have since published accounts of how the poor old woman, at her home in Richmond, was overwhelmed with anguish when she received intelligence of her son's great crime. Thus it is that the innocent suffer for the guilty—often with greater poignancy of grief than the guilty themselves experience. Cox had a letter from his mother on his person asking him in the most affectionate terms to come and see her; but it had vanished from his memory until he had found himself in a situation which made it impossible ever to visit her again. Then his filial affection revived, and manifested itself in the vain request that she might be kept in ignorance of what he had done. No man stands alone. The thread of every human life is interwoven with the threads of other lives, and no individual can be helped or hurt without helping or hurting others also. Their First Peep Into A Mirror.—Possibly we should not all be as frank to own our deformities as these poor heathen were, even if we could. "See ourselves as luthers see us." A Christian lady in Siam relates the following in Children's Work for Children: A few weeks ago a company of Siamese women came to see me and to look at my house. They consider it a great treat if I invite them through my rooms and let them look at my bed, my tables, my chairs, my pictures and nicknacks, and especially if they can get a look at themselves in the mirror on the hareau. One or two of those who came had been here before, and they were telling of how they looked in the glass till the others were all anxious to see, too, so they gathered in a crowd and stood before the mirror. One quick look, and then a surprised startled cry, and some of them hid their faces, others jumped away, and some looked about to see who was really there. They had never seen themselves before, and did not know how miserable they looked with their black teeth and half naked bodies. They drew their scarfs over their breasts, and tried to hide from the sight of themselves. One turned to me and said, "We are very hateful-looking, don't you think so?" I did not tell them I had always thought so, but I said, "Now, since you know how you look, is it any wonder that we always tell you to wear more clothes and to quit chewing betel?" No matter how they presented their papers have since published accounts of how the poor old woman, at her home in Richmond, was overwhelmed with anguish when she received intelligence of her son's great crime. Thus it is that the innocent suffer for the guilty—often with greater poignancy of grief than the guilty themselves experience. Cox had a letter from his mother on his personal asking him in the most affectionate terms to come and see her; but it had vanished from his memory until he had found himself in a situation which made it impossible ever to visit her again. Then his filial affection revived, and manifested itself in the vain request that she might be kept in ignorance of what he had done. No man stands alone. The thread of every human life is interwoven with the threads of other lives, and no individual can be helped or hurt without helping or hurting others also. Their First Peep Into A Mirror.—Possibly we should not all be as frank to own our deformities as these poor heathen were, even if we could. "See ourselves as luthers see us." A Christian lady in Siam relates the following in Children's Work for Children: A few weeks ago a company of Siamese women came to see me and to look at my house. They consider it a great treat if I invite them through my rooms and let them look at my bed, my tables, my chairs, my pictures and nicknacks, and especially if they can get a look at themselves in the mirror on the hareau. One or two of those who came had been here before, and they were telling of how they looked in the glass till the others were all anxious to see, too, so they gathered in a crowd and stood before the mirror. One quick look, and then a surprised startled cry, and some of them hid their faces, others jumped away, and some looked about to see who was really there. They had never seen themselves before, and did not know how miserable they looked with their black teeth and half naked bodies. They drew their scarfs over their breasts, and tried to hide from the sight of themselves. One turned to me and said, "We are very hateful-looking, don't you think so?" I did not tell them I had always thought so, but I said, "Now, since you know how you look, is it any wonder that we always tell you to wear more clothes and to quit chewing betel?" No matter how they presented their papers have since published accounts of how the poor old woman, at her home in Richmond, was overwhelmed with anguish when she received intelligence of her son's great crime. Thus it is that the innocent suffer for the guilty—often with greater poignancy of grief than the guilty themselves experience. Cox had a letter from his mother on his personal asking him in the most affectionate terms to come and see her; but it had vanished from his memory until he had found himself in a situation which made it impossible ever to visit her again. Then his filial affection revived, and manifested itself in the vain request that she might be kept in ignorance of what he had done. No man stands alone. The thread of every human life is interwoven with the threads of other lives, and no individual can be helped or hurt without helping or hurting others also. Their First Peep Into A Mirror.—Possibly we should not all be as frank to own our deformities as these poor heathen were, even if we could. "See ourselves as luthers see us." A Christian lady in Siam relates the following in Children's Work for Children: A few weeks ago a company of Siamese women came to see me and to look at my house. They consider it a great treat if I invite them through my rooms and let them look at my bed, my tables, my chairs, my pictures andnicknacks,and especially if they can get a look at themselves in the mirror on the hareau. One or two of those who came had been here before, and they were telling of how they looked in the glass till the others were all anxious to see, too，so they gathered in a crowd and stood before the mirror. One quick look，and then a surprised startled cry，and some of them hid their faces，others jumped away，and some looked about to see who was really there. They had never seen themselves before，and did not know how miserable they looked with their black teeth和半头naked bodies。They drew their scarfs over their breasts，and tried to hide from the sight of themselves. One turned to me and said，"We are very hateful-looking，don't you think so?" I did not tell them I had always thought so，but I said，"Now，since you know how you look，is it any wonder that we always tell you to wear more clothes和to quit chewing betel?" DR. W. N. HARDIN, Office and Residence, Corner Los Angeles and Sycamore Streets, ANAHEIM, CAL. J. H. YOCUM, M. D. Physician & Surgeon, Office and Residence corner Centre and Palm streets, with office hours at Perguson to Lake's Drug Store, from 9 to 10 A.M., and 4 to 5 P.M. ANAHEIM, CAL. DR. ALICE HIGGINS, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON OFFICE—Corner of Lemon and Centre Streets. ANAHEIM. DR. E. 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All parties are also cantoned against cutting and removing from said ranches wood of any kind, either for firewood or fencing purposes, and are hereby notified that the section of the Treepass Law relative to such acts, will be rigidly enforced against them. Agent for leasing unpaid lands on the Stearns' Ranches, for pastureage. Office in Langenberger's store, Centre street, Anaheim. B. DREYFUS, Anahoe, J. POWERSFIELD, New York. B. DREYFUS & CO., Growers and Dealers in California Wines, GRAPE BRANDIES. 45 BROADWAY. NEW YORK. STANDARD Fire Insurance COMPANY. NOTARY PUBLIC Commissioner of Deeds for Arizona Territory. SCOTT & MONTGOMERY'S OFFICE, Kroeger's Block, Center Street, Anaheim. Bank of Anaheim, CAPITAL STOCK, $100,000.00. S. H. MOTT PRESIDENT. B. F. SEIBERT, CASHIER. DIRECTORS. H. MABURY, E. F. SPENCE. B. F. SEIBERT, S. H. MOTT, O. S. WITHERBY. This Bank receives Deposits, Loans Money, Buys and Sells Exchange and Currency, makes Collections and transacts a General Banking Business. CORRESPONDENTS: Pacific Bank, San Francisco; First National Bank, New York. The Commercial Bank OF LOS ANGELES. AUTHORIZED CAPITAL, $300,000. J. E. HOLLENBECK President E. F. SPENCE, Cashier DIRECTORS: A. H. WILCOX, S. H. MOTT, L. LANKERSHIM, E. F. SPENCE, J. E. HOLLENBECK, O. S. WITHERBY, H. MABURY, W. WOODWORTH. 45 BROADWAY. NEW YORK. STANDARD Fire Insurance COMPANY. Capital Stock, $5,000,000. One of the Soundest and most Reliable Companies doing business in the United States. RICHARD MELROSE. Agent for Anaheim and vicinity. OFFICE.....in GAZETTE Building. Policies Issued upon Application DR. SANFORD'S DOLLAR PAD! LIVER, LUNGS, STOMACH, SPLEEN, BACK AND KIDNEYS. 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By wearing this pad over the pit of your stomach you save doctor's bills, avoid taking numerous drugs concerned with the immune system and contagious diseases, absorb from the system material and contagious diseases, and find ready relief. If you want carcinomas, we can send them. Price: full regular Live size; $1 each. Large Body Pad; rubber back; $9 each. We send them by post, prepaid everywhere, far and near. If not found at your Druggist's TAKE NO OTHER, but Inclose amount to us, and you will receive either wealth. At large hotel in English and America was recently made nationality spent on most. It was found are more economic cause as a rule the dinner. We England of ordering wine at hotel "for the gatsby Nothing can be more sooner that we give sooner shall we cease don Truth. The Orange (Flavor over 5,000 acres) is been planted in an yield of 100 bushels will be procured has been utilized many important in it is becoming a major crop than has ever plated. First they the best food for fattie; second no better chickens and turtles food for horses, cow. The National Convention have issued year 1877. The school thirty-eight States are included, with one of the revenues of V tire school population 748. The revenues coming Territory, expenditures $80,222 annual expense per Carolina; the highest tribe Indian Territory $1.30 in the former latter. The highest for male or female California follows o is in advance of any State. There are few having 1,189 instructors. Of 2,763 grads 1,874 are engaged in Professors. "Does the fail pomeet, Professor?" "That depends pomeet is going." "Would the ab number of oysters to the good of them?" "Well, I don't know would be justified lovers on the globe alter." "I read in the paper there was a woman has been unconscioned and in that time had you think that is true." "Oh, yes; sir; full of them." "Do you think enough on this queen?" "Really, sir; I did not accustomed to try by the yard." "What will my name be?" "That is not one is less than any usual point," "I haven't the a point," "I've noticed that painful state time." DIRECTORS: A. H. WILCOX. S. H. MOTT, I. LANKERSHIM. E. F. SPENCE, J. E. HOLLENBECK, O. S. WITHERBY, H. MABURY. W. WOODWORTH. THE DANK IS PREPARED TO RECEIVE DEPOSITS ON OPEN ACCOUNT, FASSE CERTIFICATES OF DEPOSIT AND TRANSACT A GENERAL BANKING BUSINESS. COLLECTIONS MADE AND PROCEDURES REMITTED AT CURRENT RATE OF EXCHANGE. THE STEARNS' RANCHOS. ALFRED ROBINSON, Trustee. 120 Sutter St., San Francisco, California. EIGHTY THOUSAND ACRES OF LAND FOR SALE IN LOTS TO SUIT. SUITABLE FOR THE Culture of oranges, lemons, limes, figs, almonds, walnuts, apples, peaches, pears, alfalfa, corn, rye, barley, fax, tamia, cotton, etc. Also many thousand acres of NATURAL EVEORBEN PASTURES suitable for dairying. Good water is abundant at an average depth of six feet from the surface. On almost every acre of this land flowing asianan wells can be obtained and the more elevated portions can be irrigated by the water of the Santa Ana river. Most of these lands are naturally moist, requiring only good cultivation to produce crops. TERMS: One-fourth cash; balance in one, two or three years, with ten percent interest. I will owing these lands to parties seating land, who are invited to come and see this ex-purchasing elsewhere. W. H. OLDEN, Agent, Anahaim, Los Angeles Co.