anaheim-gazette 1880-09-11

ANAHEIM GAZETTE. RICHARD MELROSE. - Editor and Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. Dorothy or Barbara—Which? DOROTHY DUMP. Dorothy Dump, Dorothy Dump, Sat in her palace, forlorn; She ate her honey and counted her money, And moped from morn till morn. "What a dolorous world!" said Dorothy Dump; "I wish I had never been born!" Who'll be Dorothy Dump? BARBARA BRIGHT. Barbara Bright, Barbara Bright, Toiled for the wretched and poor: She gave them money and fed them with honey, And taught them how to be truer. "What a beautiful world!" said Barbara Bright; "Tis good to be living, I'm sure!" Who'll be Barbara Bright? —St. Nicholas. Boss for Five Minutes. Soon after the dinner hour yesterday, a specimen tramp appeared at the door of a house on John It. street, and before he could be ordered off the steps, began: "Sir, I am a tramp." "Yes, I see you are." But I am not here to ask for either food, money or clothing. I have just had a bite, my clothes are good enough, and if I had money I should get drunk and be sent up." "Well, what do you want?" "There are four tramps down the street and I know they'll call here. It is now five years since I began traveling around. I suppose I have been called a lofer and a thief and a deadbeat ten thousand times, and I have been shot at, clubbed, broom-sticked and scalded times without record. Now I want a change." "How?" "Well, all I ask is that you will let me represent your house when those tramps come up." This was agreed to. He sat down on the steps, removed his hat, lighted the stub of a cigar and was reading a circular when the four fellows alouched up and entered the yard. "What in Arkansas do you fellows want in my yard?" exclaimed the tramp, as he rose up. "Suthin' to eat," was the humble reply. "Something to eat? Why, you mis- A Summer Shower. "So you will not forgive me, Cosy?" "No, I will not." "And we are to part forever?" "I have told you so." The unforgiving maiden, whose soft clear voice was in itself a contradiction of the very words it gave utterance to, was leaning out of the old library window of Ashley Manor House, looking away with her tearful blue eyes to the distant hills, which were already enveloped in the evening mist, and trying not to look to where her lover stood upon the garden-path below her, anxiously watching and waiting for a sign of forgiveness. The window almost reached the ground, and was shrouded in blossoming roses. Suddenly Cosy turned and broke off a large spray, and directed all her attention to the task of smoothing out every leaf, and peeping mysteriously under every petal, a warm finish meanwhile gathering on her face. "Darling, forgive me! I'll never vex you again—I swear it! And, Cosy, I was so awfully cut up." The spray was thrown down at his feet, the blue eyes regarded him with a scornful flashing anger in their troubled depths, and the rose-bloom deepened into a passionate crimson. "You mean you sat for an hour and-a-half smoking," exclaimed Cosy— "yes, smoking, for Daisy saw you—smoking those hateful cigars whilst I was waiting for you, and wondering why you did not come, and fretting myself to death about you. And you were enjoying yourself all the time, and never thinking or caring what had become of me; and you call that being awfully cut up." Cosy"—with one hand laid upon the edge of the window. "Don't call me by that name again, sir; I am no longer 'Cosy' to you. Our engagement is at an end, and the sooner that is known the better." She drew herself away from the caressing hand that sought to touch her, and stood passive and silent by the curtain. George Wharton stepped back from the window and threw away the remnant of a cigar he had held concealed all this time in his hand. He looked perplexed and angry, although he lifted his straw hat with a profound bow, and said pleasantly and carelessly enough— "I have the honor of bidding you a very good evening, Miss Hamilton." There was no answer; Cosy had gone. George walked away to the very same his head upon his arms, great sobs struggled up proud wrung heart. A fore him were a desolate must never see her again; exitful girl! He must tie he had resigned so few months before and his country, without home, his days would henceforth a routine of dull month's service. outlook for the future cheered, unlighted by oing joy or one smile on. A shadow darkened and, with a sudden dawn went out and faced that was Cosy, without the sinking very pale, with eyelids, and her pretty delicate cashmere wet through trailing it over and paths. She starred seeing her lover's face, little as she drew her about her. "This is your bracelet began George, struggling dignified reserve and coiner." "I found it here moments ago." Seeing the pale face no longer glowing and larger but full of sorrow remorse, he could say no several moments there silence; then George W himself, and offering he was about to pass by laid her hand upon his tainted him. "Cosy," he said almost turning to her and wishing her conduct could possibly could you do it when so? "I am sorry, dear," trying not to cry again was very wrong of me to rage; but I had waited long; and of course I had given you my message it's really her fault after something to tell you—important; and, when yI naturally thought you smoke rather than listen was angry—I confess it not believe everything times." Cosy, what are you Have you taken leave of Don't you know it is no since I picked up this heartless conduct—the now have in your hands" This bracelet! Wha- I want a change." "How?" "Well, all I ask is that you will let me represent your house when those tramps come up." This was agreed to. He sat down on the steps, removed his hat, lighted the stub of a cigar and was reading a circular when the four fellows slouched up and entered the yard. "What in Arkansas do you fellows want in my yard?" exclaimed the tramp, as he rose up. "Suthin' to eat," was the humble reply. "Something to eat? Why, you miserable, thick-ribbed cadavers, go and earn it, then! Do you suppose I have nothing to do but keep a free hotel for loafers?" "Can't get work," mumbled the biggest of the lot. "Oh! you can't? Been looking all around, I suppose? Everybody got all the help he wants, eh? Want to be cashiers and confidential advisers, don't you?" "Nobody gives us a show," growled the third man. "That's it! That's your cue! Nobody will take you in with your old rags and dirt and tore heels and weep over you, and ask you to please be good, and put you in the parlor bedroom and feed you on chicken broth! How awful it is that you can't be put on ice and laid away where you won't melt!" "Will you give us something?" impudently demanded the fourth. "Will I? You are just right I will I'll give you five seconds to get outside the gate, and I'll tell you in addition that if I ever see you in this neighborhood again I'll tie you into hard knots and hire a sore-eyed dog to bite you to death! Git up and git! Move on—hurry—out with you!" They shuffled out as fast as they could, and when they had turned the corner the trump put on his hat, put out his inch of cigar for another smoke, and said to the gentleman: "You have done me a great favor and I am grateful; I already feel better for the change, and I solemnly believe that if I could only have got an excuse to throw 'em over the fence I should have been ready to reform and start out as a lecturer. Good-by. I shall never forget your kindness!" —Detroit Press. What Voices Indicate. There are light, quick, surface voices that involuntarily seem to utter the slang, "I won't do to tie to." The man's words may assure you of his strength of purpose and reliability, yet his tone contradicts his speech. Then there are low, deep, strong voices, where the words seem ground out, as if the man owed humanity a grudge, and meant to pay it some day. That man's opponents may well tremble, and his friends may trust his strength of purpose and ability to act. There is the coarse, boisterous, dictatorial tone, invariably adopted by vulgar persons, who have not sufficient cultivation to understand their own insignificance. There is the incredulous tone, that is full of a covert sneer, or a secret "You want a change." "How?" "Well, all I ask is that you will let me represent your house when those tramps come up." This was agreed to. He sat down on the steps, removed his hat, lighted the stub of a cigar and was reading a circular when the four fellows slouched up and entered the yard. "What in Arkansas do you fellows want in my yard?" exclaimed the tramp, as he rose up. "Suthin' to eat," was the humble reply. "Something to eat? Why, you miserable, thick-ribbed cadavers, go and earn it, then! Do you suppose I have nothing to do but keep a free hotel for loafers?" "Can't get work," mumbled the biggest of the lot. "Oh! you can't? Been looking all around, I suppose? Everybody got all the help he wants, eh? Want to be cashiers and confidential advisers, don't you?" "Nobody gives us a show," growled the third man. "That's it! That's your cue! Nobody will take you in with your old rags and dirt and tore heels and weep over you, and ask you to please be good, and put you in the parlor bedroom and feed you on chicken broth! How awful it is that you can't be put on ice and laid away where you won't melt!" "Will you give us something?" impudently demanded the fourth. "Will I? You are just right I will I'll give you five seconds to get outside the gate, and I'll tell you in addition that if I ever see you in this neighborhood again I'll tie you into hard knots and hire a sore-eyed dog to bite you to death! Git up and git! Move on—hurry—out with you!" They shuffled out as fast as they could, and when they had turned the corner the trump put on his hat, put out his inch of cigar for another smoke, and said to the gentleman: "You have done me a great favor and I am grateful; I already feel better for the change, and I solemnly believe that if I could only have got an excuse to throw 'em over the fence I should have been ready to reform and start out as a lecturer. Good-by. I shall never forget your kindness!" —Detroit Press. A summer shower," he thought to himself, with a smile, recalling her sudden girlish anger, and remembering how very pretty she looked, with her blue eyes flashing like diamonds and her cheeks glowing like damask roses—"dear little girl!" How strange that she could, even for one moment, dream of taking herself out of his life for ever! "The rustle of a white dress, the gleam of an exquisite face shrouded in soft satin and lace, a laugh clear and musical as the notes of a bird, and Cosy had passed right through the cloud of objectionable smoke, leaning on Percy Winyard's arm, and apparently quite unconscious of any need for anger or regret. "I will sing to you to-morrow," the sweet voice said; "and perhaps I will tell you then." Percy bent lower over the fair speaker and whispered something that George did not hear; but the reply to those low, tender words came back to him suddenly, painfully, like a knife thrust into his heart. He sprang to his feet, and stood trembling with excitement by the little green bower. "Yes, I care for you a little—only a very little." Was it really Cosy who was taken in Percy's arms and kissed once, twice, under the cedars, with the fragrance of Portugal laurels around, and moonbeams shining through a rift in the dark bough overhead—Cosy, the dear little girl of his hopes and dreams, the sweet little love for whose sake he had traveled many thousands of miles, and resigned willingly all the advantages she drew away from the caressing hand that sought to touch her, and stood passive and silent by the curtain. George Wharton stepped back from the window and threw away the remnant of a cigar he had held concealed all this time in his hand. He looked perplexed and angry, although he lifted his straw hat with a profound bow, and said pleasantly and carelessly enough— "I have the honor of bidding you a very good evening, Miss Hamilton." There was no answer; Cosy had gone. George walked away to the very same spot where he had already spent the greater part of the evening—a little summer house called the Bower, built under one of the fine cedars that spread their dark arms over the grassy lawn. It was a favorite spot of his, perhaps because he was free there to smoke to his heart's content. He threw himself down by the side of the summer-house,and as a matter of course,在his disturbed state of mind,他 took his pet mecerschaum out of his pocket,filled it to the tune of "The day you'll forget me,"tilted his hat to the back of his head,and commenced to puff huge clouds of smoke into the fragrant but damp night air. And as he went on smoking and thinking,他 did not feel half so concerned about his quarrel with Cosy as he had felt a short time before. He was no longer angry with her,nor could he bring himself to believe that she meant any of the cruel things she had said. "A summer shower," he thought to himself,with a smile,recalling her sudden girlish anger,and remembering how very pretty she looked,与 her blue eyes flashing like diamonds和 her cheeks glowing like damask roses—"dear little girl!" How strange that she could,even for one moment,dream of taking herself out of his life for ever! "I will sing to you to-morrow,"the sweet voice said; "and perhaps I will tell you then." Percy bent lower over the fair speaker and whispered something that George did not hear;but the reply to those low,tender words came back to him suddenly,painfully,如a knife thrust into his heart. He sprang to his feet,and stood trembling with excitement by the little green bower. "Yes,I care for you a little—only a very little." Was it really Cosy who was taken in Percy's arms and kissed once,twice,\nder the cedars,以the fragrance of Portugal laurels around,and moonbeams shining through a rift in the dark bough overhead—Cosy,the dear little girl of his hopes and dreams,the sweet little love for whose sake he had traveled many thousands of miles,and resigned willingly all the advantages she drew away from the caressing hand that sought to touch her,and stood passive and silent by the curtain. George Wharton stepped back from the window and threw away the remnant of a cigar he had held concealed all this time in his hand. He threw himself down by the side of the summer-house,and as a matter of course,在his disturbed state of mind,他 took his pet mecerschaum out of his pocket,filled it to the tune of "The day you'll forget me,"tilted his hat to the back of his head,and commenced to puff huge clouds of smoke into the fragrant but damp night air. And as he went on smoking and thinking,他 did not feel half so concerned about his quarrel with Cosy as he had felt a short time before. He was no longer angry with her,nor could he bring himself to believe that she meant any of the cruel things she had said. "A summer shower," he thought to himself,with a smile,recalling her sudden girlish anger,and remembering how very pretty she looked,与 her blue eyes flashing like diamonds和 her cheeks glowing like damask rooses—"dear little girl!" How strange that she could,even for one moment,dream of taking herself out of his life for ever! "I will sing to you to-morrow,"the sweet voice said; "and perhaps I will tell you then." Percy bent lower over the fair speaker and whispered something that George did not hear;but the reply to those low,tender words came back to him suddenly,painfully,如a knife thrust into his heart. He sprang to his feet,and stood trembling with excitement by the little green bower. "Yes,I care for you a little—only a very little." Was it really Cosy who was taken in Percy's arms and kissed once,twice,\nder the cedars,以the fragrance of Portugal laurels around,and moonbeams shining through a rift in the dark bough overhead—Cosy,the dear little girl of his hopes and dreams,the sweet little love for whose sake he had traveled many thousands of miles,and resigned willingly all the advantages she drew away from the caressing hand that sought to touch her,and stood passive and silent by the curtain. George Wharton stepped back from the window and threw away the remnant of a cigar he had held concealed all this time in his hand. He threw himself down by the side of the summer-house,and as a matter of course,在his disturbed state of mind,他 took his pet mecerschaum out of his pocket,filled it to the tune of "The day you'll forget me,"tilted his hat to the back of his head,and commenced to puff huge clouds of smoke into the fragrant but damp night air. And as he went on smoking and thinking,他 did not feel half so concerned about his quarrel with Cosy as he had felt a short time before. He was no longer angry with her,nor could he bring himself to believe that she meant any of the cruel things she had said. "A summer shower," he thought to himself，with a smile，recalling her sudden girlish anger,and remembering how very pretty she looked，与 her blue eyes flashing like diamonds和 her cheeks glowing like damask rooses—"dear little girl!" How strange that she could,even for one month,dream of taking herself out of his life for ever! "I will sing to你to-morrow,"the sweet voice said;“and perhaps I will tell you then." Percy bent lower over the fair speaker and whispered something that George did not hear;but the reply to those low,tender words came back to him suddenly,painfully，如a knife thrust into his heart. He sprang to his feet,and stood trembling with excitement by the little green bower. "Yes,I care for you a little—only a very little." Was it really Cosy who was taken in Percy's arms和 kissed once,twice,\nder the cedars，以the fragrance of Portugal laurels around,and moonbeams shining through a rift in the dark bough overhead—Cosy,the dear little girl of his hopes和 dreams,the sweet little love for whose sake he had traveled many thousands of miles,and resigned willingly all the advantages she drew away from the caressing hand that sought to touch her,and stood passive and silent by the curtain. George Wharton stepped back from the window and threw away the remnant of a cigar he had held concealed all this time in his hand. He threw himself down by the side of the summer-house,and as a matter of course，在his disturbed state of mind，他 took his pet mecerschaum out of his pocket,filled it to the tune of "The day you'll forget me,"tilted his hat to the back of his head,and commenced to puff huge clouds of smoke into the fragrant but damp night air. And as he went on smoking and thinking,他 did not feel半 so concerned about his quarrel with Cosy as he had felt a short time before. He was no longer angry with her,nor could he bring himself to believe that she meant any of the cruel things she had said. "A summer shower," he thought to himself，with a smile，recalling her sudden girlish anger,and remembering how very pretty she looked，与 her blue eyes flashing like diamonds和 her cheeks glowing like damask rooses—"dear little girl!" How strange that she could,even for one month,dream of taking herself out of his life for ever! "I will sing to你to-morrow,"the sweet voice said;“and perhaps I will tell you then." Percy bent lower over the fair speaker and whispered something that George did not hear;but the reply to those low,tender words came back to him suddenly,painfully，如a knife thrust into his heart. He sprang to his feet,and stood trembling with excitement by the little green bower. "Yes,I care for you a little—only a very little." Was it really Cosy who was taken in Percy's arms和 kissed once,twice,\nder the cedars，以the fragrance of Portugal laurels around,and moonbeams shining through a rift in the dark bough overhead—Cosy,the dear little girl of his hopes和 dreams,the sweet little love for whose sake he had traveled many thousands of miles,and resigned willingly all the advantages she drew away from the caressing hand that sought to touch her,and stood passive and silent by the curtain. George Wharton stepped back from the window and threw away the remnant of a cigar he had held concealed all this time in his hand. He threw himself down by the side of the summer-house,and as a matter of course，在his disturbed state of mind，他 took his pet mecerschaum out of its pocket,filled it to the tune of "The day we'll forget me,"tilted his hat to the back of his head,and commenced to puff huge clouds of smoke into the fragrant but damp night air. And as he went on smoking and thinking,他 did not feel半 so concerned about his quarrel with Cosy as he had felt a short time before. He was no longer angry with her,nor could他 bring himself to believe that she meant any of the cruel things she had said. "A summer shower," he thought to himself，with a smile，recalling her sudden girlish anger,and remembering how very pretty she looked，与 her blue eyes flashing like diamonds和 her cheeks glowing like damask rooses—"dear little girl!" How strange that she could,even for one month,dream of taking herself out of his life for ever! "I will sing to你to-morrow,"the sweet voice said;“and perhaps I will tell you then." Percy bent lower over the fair speaker and whispered something that George did not hear;but the reply to those low,tender words came back to him suddenly,painfully，如a knife thrust into his heart. He sprang to his feet,and stood trembling with excitement by the little green bower. "Yes,I care for你a little—only a very little." Was it really Cosy who was taken in Percy's arms和 kissed once,twice,\nder the cedars，以the fragrance of Portugal laurels around,and moonbeams shining through a rift in the dark bough overhead—Cosy,the dear little girl of his hopes和 dreams,the sweet little love for whose sake he had traveled many thousands of miles,and resigned willingly all the advantages she drew away from the caressing hand that sought to touch her,and stood passive and silent by the curtain. George Wharton stepped back from the window and threw away the remnant of a cigar he had held concealed all this time in his hand. He threw himself down by the side of the summer-house,and as a matter of course，在his disturbed state of mind，他 took他的 pet mecerschaum out of its pocket,filled it to the tune of "The day we'll forget me,"tilted his hat to the back of his head,and commenced to puff huge clouds of smoke into the fragrant but damp night air. And as he went on smoking和 thinking,他 did not feel半 so concerned about his quarrel with Cosy as he had felt a short time before. He was no longer angry with her,nor could他 bring himself到heart's centerofany puertionforresearchandreliability,yethis tonecontradictshis speech. 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That man's opponents may well tremble, and his friends may trust his strength of purpose and ability to act. There is the coarse, boisterous, dictatorial tone, invariably adopted by vulgar persons, who have not sufficient cultivation to understand their own insignificance. There is the incredulous tone, that is full of a covert sneer, or a secret "You can't dupe me sir" intonation. Then there is the whining, beseeching voice, that says "aycophant" as plainly as if it uttered the word. It cajoles and flatters you; its words say, "I love you, I admire you; you are everything that you should be." Then there is the tender, musical, compassionate voice, that sometimes goes with sharp features (as they indicate merely intensity of feeling) and sometimes with blunt features, but always with genuine benevolence. If you are full of affection and pretense, your voice proclaims it. If you are full of honesty, strength and purpose, your voice proclaims it. If you are cold and calm and firm and consistent, or sickle and foolish and deceptious, your voice will be equally truth-telling. Elihu Burritt's Life and Labors is now published. The moral of Mr. Burritt's life as a student plying for the best years of his youth and early manhood the art of blacksmith, is obvious. As an enthusiastic reformer, his theories must await their consummation in the final reign of peace. As a practical worker in the cause of emancipation, his services were of signal importance, and his efforts in behalf of cheap postage have been crowned with success. His writings are of the popular cast, and remind us of Cobbett; if without his caustic vigor, still wholly devoid of his coarseness and vituperation. As a man, his worth and purity and his amiable and attractive personal qualities made him the favorite of his friends and family and endured him to mere go jusintance. Was it really Cosy who was taken in Percy's arms and kissed once, twice, under the cedars, with the fragrance of Portugal laurels around, and moonbeams shining through a rift in the dark bough overhead—Cosy, the dear little girl of his hopes and dreams, the sweet little love for whose sake he had traveled many thousands of miles, and resigned willingly all the advantages that might have accrued to him from a longer stay in the land of pagodas and pigtails? Could it be that the gay trifling girl whose merry laugh had roused him from his reveries was his own sweet Cosy, who, despite her hatred of smoking and her passionate temper, had so often timidly confessed her love for him, and in whose pure eyes he had read nothing but truth and honesty? Oh, it was impossible, simply impossible—he could never have been so deceived! For a few moments he stood thus in miserable anxious thought; then he stepped from under the cedar-boughs into the soft, clear moonlight and drew a deep breath. Looking down, he saw something glittering at his feet. He stooped and picked up a jeweled snake—Cosy's bracelet! He recognized it at once for he had taken a great dislike to seeing it on her arm and had begged her several times not to wear it. Cosy had been very proud of it, as being the most valuable ornament she possessed; but she had very prettily yielded to his wishes, once strongly urged, and had not worn it for many weeks. But the finding of the bracelet now was the one thing George Wharton needed to prove to him that he was neither med nor dreaming in thinking that it was Cosy who had passed but a few moments before. "False and cruel as the emblem she wore!" murmured George. "And I would have staked my life on her goodness and faithfulness." He went into the little bower, and sitting down by the richly wooden table, strown with fancy-work and books belonging to Cosy and her sister, he leased He was a wise man roundest peg seldom roundest hole without ing." There is no point which at first has irksome and trying comers cannot expect to at once. We remember wretched night at a softer afterwards became super Well do we recollect that first few months of a car afterwards valued and mind was sorely depressing into that sphere which has since been our life. Let no man hear at first commence place feel at all discomfort uneasiness which may be It is natural that he shall in a new position. The yet adapted to the shoulder is not yet adapt While feeling the irritation fresh position, do not throw it up. Wait and time will work wonder yet take pleasure in which are now the source The very worst thing wanna away and make a change will only bring trial and you will endure which you have already tered. The time which ready spent at your new lost, and the same will have to be taken up der. Besides, you must out of the frying pan Change has charms to among its roses they thorns.—SPURGON. Great interest is felt in the object, scope and Commissioners now country, and an expression in consequent visit being coincident with Spanish and Brazilian eulier suspicion of joint vails, and distrust of items is said to be free high quarters. The war cry of the arrows to alma. his head upon his arms, and a few great sobs struggled upwards from his proud wrung heart. All the years before him were a desolate blank. He must never see her again, the false deceitful girl! He must take up the duties he had resigned so gladly only a few months before and away, in a far country, without home, wife, or child, his days would henceforth be passed in a routine of dull monotonous work for his country's service. Such was his outlook for the future—a future uncheered, unlighted by one ray of coming joy or one smile or kiss. A shadow darkened the doorway, and, with a sudden desperate effort he went out and faced the intruder. It was Cosy, without the satin hood, and looking very pale, with swollen red eyelids, and her pretty evening dress of delicate cashmere wet and dragged, through trailing it over the damp grass and paths. She started back upon seeing her lover's face, and shivered a little as she drew her clinging dress about her. "This is your bracelet, I believe," began George, struggling to preserve a dignified reserve and coldness of manner. "I found it here only a few moments ago." Seeing the pale face, with the eyes no longer glowing and bright with anger, but full of sorrowful pleading and remorse, he could say no more. For several moments there was a profound silence; then George Wharton roused himself, and offering her the bracelet, was about to pass by her, when she laid her hand upon his arm, and so detained him. "Cosy," he said almost despairingly, turning to her and wondering what her conduct could possibly mean, "how could you do it when I loved you so?" "I am sorry, dear," returned Cosy, trying not to cry again. "I know it was very wrong of me to get into such a rage; but I had waited for you so long; and of course I thought Daisy had given you my message—you knew it's really her fault after all. I had something to tell you—something very important; and when you never came, I naturally thought you preferred to smoke rather than listen to me, and I was angry—I confess it. But you need not believe everything I say at such times." "Cosy, what are you talking about? Have you taken leave of your senses? Don't you know it is not five minutes since I picked up this proof of your heartless conduct—the bracelet you now have in your hand?" "This bracelet! Why, what have I How to Keep Cool. We must, as far as we can, keep our system in a calm, quiet condition. Excitement quibbles the circulation and provokes increased temperature. The "heat of passion" has passed into a byword. Clothing should be thin, yet not too thin, and of a light color. Light colored hats are better than dark ones, since the dark absorbs while the light reflects, the sun's rays. The brim of the hat should be wide enough to protect the back of the white man's neck and the clothing is a protection for the shoulders. When out of doors it is well to seek the shade, and with an umbrella one can always be under cover. Sleep, if possible, in well-ventilated rooms, and if tired, rest the nerves by a nap in the day time. Avoid any excess of stimulants. Sir Charles Napier, who served in Sindh, says of an attack of sunstroke from which he suffered there: "Forty-three others were struck, all Europeans and all died within three hours, except myself. I did not drink. That is the secret. The sun has no ally in liquor among my brains." A certain amount of water is beneficial, since it cools the system and favors perspiration, but an excess of any fluid is injurious and will produce dilatation of the stomach, with much discomfort. One of the common causes of cholera morbus is the drinking of too much ice water. By bathing, warm water is often more refreshing than cold, and any one who dips his hands in hot water when coming in tired from out doors will experience an actual sense of refreshment in the act. By a cold bath, the temperature is at first lowered, then elevated, and gradually returns to its normal heat. A hot bath, on the other hand, first communicates heat, then the skin with its vessels becomes relaxed. The blood is drawn from deeper organs and congestion is relieved, the skin becomes more active, evaporation is greater, and the body cools down to a natural temperature. Wunderlich says that "a high temperature of the body generally follows a cold bath, and after a warm bath, on the other hand, increased coolness is noticed, and in tropical countries and very hot seasons, no means of cooling is so lasting as a bath or douche of very warm water." Sometimes a draught of warm water is very refreshing.—The Hour. The Education of English Girls. English girls are taught—or were in my time—by a kind of system which tends to multiply "accomplishments" rather than useful knowledge. The French Fete. There has always seemed something especially romantic, inspiring, and even grand in the taking of the Bastille. The news that the great prince had been taken and was to be raised was hailed throughout Europe as a sign that a new era had dawned and that the people were to be greater than the kings. Even at St. Petersburg men of all nations flung themselves into each other's arms and wept for joy. The amiable Cowper had already assured his readers that there was not an English heart that would not leap to hear that the horrid tower of the Bastile had fallen. The Bastile was, in the eyes of liberal Europe, as well as in the eyes of revolutionary France, the symbol of all the iniquities and all the misdeeds of the kings of France; and the pathetic histories revealed, or surmised, when the Bastile was taken, aroused an indignation against the monarchy responsible for them which only faded away before the greater indignation excites by the atrocities of the Jacobina. Students of history may easily satisfy themselves that the taking of the Bastile produced very important results on the train of events then occurring in France. The union of the three orders was completed, and the Constitution assembled on June 27th. Then the court turned against the Assembly, and determined to bring up troops and overwaite it and Paris. Necker was dismissed on the eleventh of July, and on the twelfth the Swiss and German regiments were ordered to act in Paris. Then the revolution began. The French troops fraternized with the Parisians, the people armed themselves, and in forty-eight hours the Bastile was taken. The king accepted the taking of the Bastile as a sign that all resistance was useless. He went to the Assembly pledging himself to recall Necker and to send away his foreign troops, and he himself went to Paris, and entered it in the new character of a submissive and patriot king amid the applause of the populace that had just captured his prison. Then the taking of the Bastile started the emigration, and the king's brothers and their friends concluded that a country in which such things could happen was not a country in which it was safe for them to live. Lastly, the fervor of Paris quickly spread to the provinces, and became so intense and so potent that the Assembly was fired with a new spirit, and only three weeks after the Bastile was captured there took place the famous sit-down in cry. 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English girls are taught—or were in my time—by a kind of system which tends to multiply "accomplishments" rather than useful knowledge. The French Fete. There has always seemed something especially romantic, inspirating,and even grand in the taking of the Bastille.The news that the great prince had been taken and was to be raised was hailed throughout Europe as a sign that a new era had dawned and that the people were to be greater than the kings.Even at St.Petersburg men of all nations flung themselves into each other's arms and wept for joy.The amiable Cowper had already assured his readers that there was not an English heart that would not leap to hear that the horrid towerofthe Bastilehad fallen.The Bastilewas,intheeyesofliberalEuropeaswellasintheeyesofrevolutionaryFrance,thesymbolofalltheiniquitiesandallthemidecentsofthekingsofFrance;andthepathetichistoriesrevealed,或surmised,当theBastilewastaken,arousedanindignationagainstthemonarchyresponsibleforkemwhichonlyfadedawaybeforethegreaterindignationexcitesbytheatrocitiesoftheJacobina. StudentsofhistorymayeasilysatisfythemselvesthatthetakingoftheBastileproducedveryimportantresultsonthetrainofeventsthenoccurringinFrance.Theunionofthethreeorderswascompleted,andtheConstitutionorganizedonJune27th.ThecourtturnedagainsttheAssembly,anddeterminedtobringuptroopsandoverwaiteitandParis.NeckerwasdismissedontheeleventhofJuly,andonthetwelfththeSwissandGermanregimentswereorderedtoactinParis,theRevolutionbegan.TheFrenchtroopsfraternizedwiththeParisians,thepeoplearmedtheBastilewastaken.ThekingacceptedthetakingoftheBastileasasignthatallresistancewasuseless.HewenttotheAssemblypledginghimselftorecallNeckerandtosendawayhisforeigntroops,andhehimselfwenttoParis,andentereditinthenewcharacterofasubmissiveandpatriotkingamidtheapplauseofthepopulacethathadjustcapturedhisprison.ThetakingoftheBastilestartedtheemigration,andthekingsbrothersandtheirfriendsconcludedthatacountryinwhichsuchthingscouldhappenwasnotacountryinwhichitwassafeforthemlive.Lastly,thefervorofParisquicklyspreadtotheprovinces,andbecamesointenseandsopotentthattheAssemblywasfiredwithanewspirit,andonlythreeweeksaftertheBastilewascapturedthere tookplacethefamoussit-downincrimewithoutsharingleavesfromhisheartlessconduct-thebraceletyounowhaveinyourhand?" had given you my message—you knew it’s really her fault after all. I had something to tell you—something very important; and when you never came, I naturally thought you preferred to smoke rather than listen to me, and I was angry—I confess it. But you need not believe everything I say at such times." “Cosy, what are you talking about? Have you taken leave of your senses? Don’t you know it is not five minutes since I picked up this proof of your heartless conduct—the bracelet you now have in your hand?” “This bracelet! Why, what have I done now? I thought you hated it; so I gave it to Daisy. I'm sure you used to say you hated it. It is you who have taken leave of your senses.” “But did you not pass here five minutes ago with Wynyard?” “Daisy did. That is what I wanted to tell you—Daisy and Peroy.” “But she had your hood on.” “Had she? Oh, very likely! We do wear each other’s things in the most shameful way.” “My darling,” whispered George, folding her in his arms, “will you, can you ever forgive me?” “Why, what is the matter, George? I thought I was altogether in the wrong this time; but you did not really believe that I did not love you?” “I did, my sweet one. Heaven forgive me! I wronged you to that extent for a few moments; but, Cosy, I will never do it again—never, never, darling!” “It was very wrong of you, if you really did," she said, smiling; "and I don't know of any punishment great enough for the offense. Suppose you had gone on thinking so, how miserable we should have been all our lives."" “不Let us speak of it any more,” George answered gravely. “Cosy, I will do anything in the world to prove much I love you. I will give up smoking from this moment—by Jove, I will. Does that please you, darling?” Cosy langhed merrily. “George,” she said, looking down at her little wet feet, “don't you think we had better go indoors? And you can come into the library if you like, and smoke, just for once, to please me, the proverbial pipe of peace, while I promise on my part never to lose my temper again.” “Cosy, you are an angel, and I—well, will give up smoking when we are married and pipes of peace have become superfluous things!”—Selected. Be in No Hurry to Move. He was a wise man who said, “The roundest peg seldom fits into the roundest hole without some paring.” There is no position in life which at the first has not something irksome and trying about it. New comers cannot expect to feel at home at once. We remember our first wretched night at a school where we afterwards became supremely happy. Well do we recollect the misery of the first few months of a calling which we afterwards valued and enjoyed. Our mind was sorely depressed on first coming into that sphere in London which has since been the delight of temperature. Wunderlich says that “a high temperature of the body generally follows a cold bath, and after a warm bath, on the other hand, increased coolness is noticed, and in tropical countries and very hot seasons, no means of cooling is so lasting as a bath or douche of very warm water.” Sometimes a draught of warm water is very refreshing.—The Hour. The Education of English Girls. English girls are taught—or were in my time—by a kind of system which tends to multiply “accomplishments” rather than useful knowledge. A certain routine of teaching is gone through, and you come out of the school-room with a society varnish intended to do duty until marriage, at which period custom allows you to dispense with surface accomplishments, and devote yourself to all the realities of life, mitigated as they are for the well-to-do. On the other hand, the moral atmosphere of the English home education is superior to that of American education in general. Girls are less forward and more respected; they grow into women more slowly and ripen better; they are physically stronger and therefore have simpler tastes; and as to society, they do not know what it means before at least the age of 17 or 18. American girls have certain advantages, however, which custom denies young Englishwomen of good position; they are not forced by an unwritten law to go into society and play their part in it, while the English girl has no choice. The “upper ten thousand” must marry or become “blue-stockings” before the world agrees to let them alone. A young married woman may, if she choose, plead home duties as an excuse for a quiet, useful, pleasant and studious life, uninterrupted by any but the necessary “county” civilities, which are not very burdensome; but young girls are not supposed to have such duties. Parents, even when sick themselves, are loth to let the chances of the London season pass by their daughters, and depute any safe chaperon, the nearest female relation, if possible, to take their girls to all the balls and parties. The rudimentary education furnished to women of the higher classes has perhaps something to do with the prevalence of “fastness” among a part of them, while to others it becomes the base of a real, later self-education, the growth of reading, observation and thought.—The Atlantic. Anecdote of Beethoven. I had begged of Beethoven to compose me a cadenza; he refused, and told me to write one myself and he would correct it. He was much pleased with my composition, and altered little, only he thought one very brilliant and difficult passage, though effective, too perilous, and charged me to write another. Eight days before the performance he wished again to hear the cadenza. I played the offending passage and failed in it; he told me again with some temper to alter it; I did so, but the new passage did not satisfy me. I studied the other valiantly, without for all that making myself absolutely sure of it. At the public con­ self went to Paris, and entered it in the new character of a submissive and patriot king amid the applause of the populace that had just captured his prison. Then the taking of the Bastile started the emigration, and the king's brothers and their friends concluded that a country in which such things could happen was not a country in which it was safe for them to live. Lastly, the fervor of Paris quickly spread to the provinces, and became so intense and so potent that the Assembly was fired with a new spirit, and only three weeks after the Bastile was captured there took place the famous siting of the fourth of August, when the nobles and clergy solemnly abandoned all their privileges,and the reign of equality was started in France. No one, therefore, can deny that in the history of France the destruction of the Bastile meant much more than the razing of one stronghold of regal tyranny. It not only started the French revolution, but it impressed a special character on the revolution. It went far to make it republican,and it tended to create an association of equality with liberty. Josh Billings' Philosophy. Az a general thing thouze who deserve good luk the least pray the loudest for it. Mi dear boy, selekt yure buzznum friend with grate caushun, once selekt endorse him with yure bottom dollars. I think I had rather live in a big city,and be unknown,than exist in a village, obliged to know everybodydy,或be suspectked bi them. I kan trace all ov mi bad luk to bad management,and I guess all others kan,如果你会 be az honest az I am about it. An immitashun to equal an original has got to beat it at least twenty-five per cent. If yer expekt to succeed in this life yer must make the world think that yer are at work for them,and not for yureself. You may find very plain looking coquets,但who ever saw a hansum prude? Life is measured bide deeds,不 years; menny a man haz lived to be ninety,and left nothing behind him but an obitune notiss. Men luv for the novelty of the thing woman luvs because she kant help it. There is this excuse for luxury.all luxury kost money,and sum one reaps the advantage. The man who kant laff iz an animal,and the man who won't iz a devil. A festive old man is a burlesque on all kinds of levity. Fashion like every thing else,rpeats itself.What iz new now,haz been new menny times before,and will be again. Story of a Proverb. The Boston Transcript,i answer to a correspondent's query,rre-tells the origin of the rhyming old sae, “There many a slip Tween the cup and the lip.” Some of our subscribers who have studied Greek,may have seen the so-called minute sae it down.” He was a wise man who said, "The roundest peg seldom fits into the roundest hole without some paring." There is no position in life which at the first has not something irksome and trying about it. New comers cannot expect to feel at home at once. We remember our first wretched night at a school where we afterwards became supremely happy. Well do we recollect the misery of the first few months of a calling which we afterwards valued and enjoyed. Our mind was sorely depressed on first coming into that sphere in London which has since been the delight of our life. Let no man, therefore, when he at first commences work in any place feel at all discouraged by the uneasiness which may come over him. It is natural that he should feel strange in a new position. The burden is not yet adapted to the shoulder, and the shoulder is not yet adapted to the load. While feeling the irksomeness of a fresh position, do not be so foolish as to throw it up. Wait a little while, and time will work wonder. You will yet take pleasure in the very things which are now the source of discomfort. The very worst thing will be to hasten away and make a change, for the change will only bring trial in a fresh form, and you will endure afresh the evils which you have already almost mastered. The time which you have already spent at your new place will be lost, and the same worry first steps will have to be taken upon another ladder. Besides, you may readily leap out of the frying-pan into the fire. Change has charms to some men, but among its roses they find abundant thorns. Great interest is felt in China as to the object, scope and seriousness of the errand of the American Commissioners now en route to that country, and an anxious feeling is expressed in consequence of their visit being coincident with those of the Spanish and Brazilian Envoys. A peculiar suspicion of joint operation prevails, and distrust of amiable intentions is said to be freely discussed in high quarters. The war cry of the army of tramps—to alma. I had begged of Beethoven to compose me a cadenza; he refused, and told me to write one myself and he would correct it. He was much pleased with my composition, and altered little, only he thought one very brilliant and difficult passage, though effective, too perilous, and charged me to write another. Eight days before the performance he wished again to hear the cadenza. I played the offending passage and failed in it; he told me again with some temper to alter it; I did so, but the new passage did not satisfy me. I studied the other valiantly, without for all that making myself absolutely sure of it. At the public concert, when the cadenza arrived, Beethoven sat quietly looking on. I could not bring myself to choose the easier passage. When I boldly attacked the more difficult one, Beethoven gave himself a violent shake in his chair; the cadenza succeeded, nevertheless, and he was content, and called out, "bravo!" which electrified the audience, and gave me a position immediately among the artists. Afterward, in spite of his evident satisfaction, he said, "But you are very self-willed. If you had broken down in the passage, I would never have given you another lesson."—Russell The ground on which two armed attempts have been made this year by white men to settle in the Indian Territory, is that the tribes have released sundry lands in the Territory to the government, and that these have accordingly become public lands, and are open to settlement under the homestead and pre-emption laws. Conversation between an inquiring stranger and a steer-about pilot: "That is Black Mountain?" "Yes, sir; highest mountain about Lake George." "Any story or legend connected with it?" "Lots of 'em. Two lovers went up that mountain once and never came back again." "In brief, why; what became of them?" "Went down on the other side." Some of the residents of Le Suur, Minn., believing a spiritual medium's prediction of a tornado, dug holes in the ground for refuge, and spent the whole of an unusually calm day in them. Then they blew up the medium. A festive old man is a burlesque on all kinds of levity. Fashion, like every thing else, repeats itself. What iz new now, has been new menny times before, and will be again. Story of a Proverb. The Boston Transcript, in answer to a correspondent's query, re-tells the origin of the rhyming old saw. "There’s many a slip Iween the cup and the lip." Some of our subscribers who have studied Greek, may have seen the account in the Greek Readers: A King of Thrace had planted a vineyard, when one of his slaves, whom he had much oppressed in that very work, prophesied that he should never taste of the wine produced in it. The monarch disregarded the prediction, and when at an entertainment, he held a glassful of his own wine made from the grapes of that vineyard, he sent for the slave, and asked him what he thought of his prophecy now. To which the other replied, "Many things fall out between the cup and the lip;" and had scarcely delivered this singular response before the news was brought that a monstrous bear was lying waste from Australia. A young man whose afflianced went back on him and broke off their engagement received a note from her asking him to return the lock of hair which he had. He looked over his trunk, collected a heap of treasures called from various sources during his love making career and forwarded them in a bundle to his late lady love, including a note to the effect that he had forgotten which was here, but she might select it from those forwarded, and return the rest at her earliest convenience. The story got out, and the neighborhood felt so warm for her that she went on a prolonged visit to her country comma. Bank of Anaheim, CAPITAL STOCK, $100,000.00. S. H. MOTT . . . Presidents B. F. SEIBERT, . . . Cashier DIRECTORS. H. MADURY, E. F. SPENCE. B. F. SEIBERT, S. H. MOTT, Q. 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. Drafts, Letters of Credit or Postal Orders issued on banks in the principal cities in all European countries. 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Sir Henry Bulwer, at that time British Consul at Norfolk, was successful after infinite trouble in securing her release, returning the planter his $1,500. She reached home broken-hearted, weary, and suffering in mind and body, and for many weeks was confined to the house. As soon as she was able to move she left home and visited Elmira, N. Y., where she remained for some time, seeming to have lost all love for home and its surroundings. About this time the Grand Trunk railroad pushing its way through the dominion, broke up the stage line, and one misfortune after another gradually reduced the old man until there remained but a few thousand dollars. Minnie became wayward, it is claimed, and being unusually beautiful for a colored woman, was able to get along very easily. She floated about from one city to another under the alias of Nellie Jones, finally bringing up on the West Side, taking a small cottage, and paying for it by doing laundry work. It was here that she died. 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