The Sauk Centre Herald (Sauk Centre, Minnesota), 1867-09-12

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At   Sank Centre,   Minn.,
BY J. H. A S. SIMONTON.     ^
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one block west of the Sauk Oentre House.
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PROFESSIONAL CARDS.
SH. MINER.
H. WREN.
Minev  &  Wren,
Attorneys and  Counselors at Law, Notaries
Public and Conveyancers,  .
Special'attention  given to proceedings in
Bankruptcy .in the United States Courts.
Sauk Centre, - - Minnesota.
" Office over the Post Office..
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"WHICH   SHALL.   IT  BE?
B. E. PALMER,
PHYSICIAN & SURGEON.
3S=-Residence nearthe Mill, Sauk Centre, "©a
H. L. GORDON.
t. vr.-cou.Tsa.
<Sc  Collins,
at   LojW,
St. Cloud, Stearns County, Minnesota
«S- particular attention given to business
Crordon
Attorneys
in .adjoining counties.
ILMAM J. PAESONS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
it Germaine street, over Burbank Bros.,
St. Cloud, Minnesota.
CHAS. WALKER,
Attorney at Law
ft P. EDSON,
Attorney at Law and
Notary Public.
Edsson «& "Wallfex-,
HEAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Offi-.'e over BluladelphisvStqre on Third street,
Sauk Centre, Steams County, Minnesota.
, Houses and Lots,Farms,
,. etc., bought and sold on
44 Which shall it be ? which shall it be? "
I looked at John—John looked at me.   a
(Dear, patient John, who loves me yet
As well as though my locks were jet.)
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangejy low and meek.
44 Tell me again what Robert said; "
And then I Hstuing bent my head,
" This is the letter."
441 will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return for, out of seven ,
One child to me for aye is given."
I looked at John'ia old gqynaftxi^K worn,—-
I thought of all that John had borne
Qfpoverty and work, and care,
Whlch'I.-though willingly, could not share,
I thought of seven mouths to feed,
Of seven little -children's need,
And then of this.
41 Come John," said i,
4' We' 11 choose among them as they lie
Asleep;' 2 so, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band.
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lillian, the baby slept.
Her damp hair lay like gold "alight
A glory ' gainst the pillow white.
Softly her father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in loving way;
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily, John,4 ■ Not her, not her.''
We stooped beside the trundle-bed.
Ana one long ray of lamplight shed
Athwart the boyish faces-there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on Jamie' s rough red cheek
A tear un'dried.   Ere John could speak,
44 He' s but a baby, too,'' said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.
Pale, patient Robbie ' s angel face     .  .
Still in his sleep bore suffering' s trace,
'4 No, for a thousand crowns, not him,
44 We whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son,
Turbulent, reckless, Idle one—      aSpg-
Could he be' spaced? Nay, He who gave,
.Bids us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother' s heart can be
Paitienttenouih for such as lie.
' 4Ahdso,**said John,'' I wdttldtiot dare
To send him from her bedside prayer.''
Then stole we softly up above.
And knelt by Mary, child of love,
4 4 Perhaps for her ' twould bettei be,!''
I said to John.   Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in wilful- way,
And shook "his head,4 4 Nay, love, not thee,'
The-while my heart beat audibly.
Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trustv and truthful, good and glad-^
So like his father.   '' No, John, no;
I cannot, will not, let him go.  '
And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward, toll lighter seemed,
Thinking of that which we had dreamed.
Happy, in truth, that not one face
We missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven
Trusting the rest to One In Heaven.
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ss Property
Lands.-etc
■imniBsion.
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ATTENTION!
fact that our facilities for ma-
nption papers and for locating
ant
SUMMER   AND AUTUMN.
itering Government Land with Cash,
R jjpfp or Land Warrants, are unsurpassed by
aay oifice west of St. Cloud. A large assortment oi Town Plots for the use of seekers of
Claims oil hand and kept constantly correct-
ed by correspondence with the Land Office.
Wo have in our hands for sale some of the
finest Forms and Farming Lands in this
upper country.
~BUSINESS   CARDS.
J. WHITEFIELD,
House Ss. Sign Fainter,"
Graining, Glazing, Paper Hanging, &c, done
with neatness and on reasonable terms.
"Work warranted equal in quality to that
agreed upon or no charges- made, -ffeer* Paint
Shop next door to Thomas A Go's,
Sauk Centre, Minn., June 5,1867.
BY GEORGE ARNOLD.
Gorgeous leaves are whirling down,
Homeward comes the scented hay;
O'-er the stubble, sear and brown, -
Flaunt.theRutumn flowers gay:
'   Ah, alas!
Summers pass^-
Llke our joys they pass away I
Fanned by many a. balmy breeze,
In the spring I love to lie
'Neath the newly budded trees,
Gazing upward to the sky:
But, alas!
Time will pass,
And the flowers of spring must die!
Oft my maiden sat with me,
Listening to the thrush's tone,
Warbled forth from every tree . ■
Ere the meadow hay.wasm.own* ''
But, alas!
Summers pass—
Now, I wander all alone!
Love, like summer-time, is fair,
Decked with buds and blossoms gay,
But up©E this autumn air
Floats a voice, which-seems to say,
44 Loves, alas!
Also pass,
As the summers pass away!"
& REAL  ESTATE
Miner,
T011N CHRISTGAU,
Boot «&  Shoe Maker,
Main Street, Sauk Centre, Minn.,
A complete stock of Boots and Shoes kept
constantly on hand, and made to order on
short notice.   Good fits warranted.
Repairing  promptly  done,  at reasonable
prtoes.   All kinds of Shoemaker's Tools for
sale.
JAND OFFICE
_   -A AGENCY.
IN".  H.
Lands sold on commission. Farms composed of Prairie, Meadow and Timber Land
for sale.
Persons desiring to enter Land, with Cash,
Scrip  or Land Warrants, or to file Pre-
Emption claims, can do so at my office
&±i€l avoid the time and expanse of
a trip to St. Cloud.
Office over  the Post Office,  Sauk  Centre,
Minnesota.
<*0     P. EDSON
Is Agent for sound-and reliable
FIRE,   LIFE,    ACCIDENTAL   LIFE  AND
LIVE STOCK INSURANE COMPANIES.
He insures Live  Stock  against  Death and
Theft, in the Hartford Live Stock Insurance
Company—the  soundest and  only  reliable
Live Stock Company on this continent.
ptetajj.
OUR FIRST VISIT   TO A CIRCUS
H. MINER,
Insurance JLg-ent,
Sauk Centre, - _ Minnesota.
Represents the soundest and most reliable
Fire, Life and Accident Insurance Companies of the Eastern and Western
States.   Office over the Post Office.
E
DWARD DREBLOW,
Cabinet Maker,
Main street, Sauk Centre, Mmnesota.
Keeps qO&stantly on hand a complete stock
of Furniture, Coffins, &e.
All orders will receive prompt attention.
s
ALOON AND BAKERY.
O. M. RENNOE, Proprietor.
Main Street, Sauk Centre,   Minnesota.
Bread, Cakes, Pies, &c, always on hand. Hot
•» Coffee and Meals at all hours.   Good
Wines and Liquors and the best
- brands of Cigars.
Among the great events of last week
was the entrance, the performance and
the exit of French's Oriental Circus.
The performance was good, rather better than the usual run. It is a positive
fact, however, that circuses, unlike everything' else in our country, do not
make any progress ; in fact, they are
not as good as they were thirty years
ago, though we have to admit the influence of age upon our tastes. Oh, what
a pleasure-destroying, life-chilling thing
is old age ! How it robs us of our sweet
dreams, of fairy forms, delightful groves
fragrant flowers, pure fountains .and
sweet singing birds, and peoples our
visions with hideous monsters, dark
caverns, black foaming torrents, bleak
and desolate deserts and unearthly
sounds! Put the best phase you can on
old age, and it is unlovely. We fully
realized this fact as we sat, solemn and
silent, where all were convulsed with
laughter. We had a full view of that
sea of human faces, which had gathered under that pavillion last Wednesday evening; and listened to that merry laugh which burst from a thousand
joyful hearts at the stale witticisms of
the clown, which would at one time
have electrified us in the same
way, but under which we now could sit
as sullen and demure as a supperless
owl.
When we were quite young, such
things as circuses mid caravans were
not known in that wilderness country,
Ohio. If there had been, very few of
the boys in those days would have been
able to raise a quarter to get into the
pit. We first gathered our ideas of
such things from our neighbor, Captain
Jonas Ward who had in his early days
lived in Boston. The Captain was our
neighborhood shoemaker, and many a
long winter evening have we sat listening with eager curiosity to the marvelous things he had seen in Boston, while
he was putting a new sole on our cowhide shoes. Oh, how we longed to be
big, so that we could go where they
had circuses, theatres and caravans.
We have now been big a great, while,
and have seen all those things, and
like the preacher, we are ready to cry,
"Vanity 1'.' Age is the only thing that
will make a man cry "Vanity?" Youth
cannot see it.
We were probably the first boys in
our neighborhood to visit a caravan or
circus. If we had any enterprise when
we were young, it lay in that direction.
Probably we were, to some extent, indebted to the tales of our neighbor for
this enterprise.—The first circus we ever visited, we went to Painesville. twenty miles-, -on-foot, to see.—We had- but
twenty-five cents, just the fee in those
days to get in; but we had a brother-
in-law in the vicinity upon whom we
could forage. Upon our return, we, like
our neighbor, the captain, had marvel?
lous stories to tell tc tho boys in the
neighborhood, who, with gaping mouths
and dilated visual organs, listened to
our rghearsal of the sharp jokes the
clown had got oft* at his master's ex
pense. But it was our first visit to a
caravan that has made the most lasting
impression upon our mind, '
It was late in the month of November, 1826, that news reached our neighborhood that there was to be a caravan
in Burton, the principal village in that
section, situated nine miles from our
house, and containing about one hundred inhabitants, and looked upon as a
large place by us. Our mind was,, of
course, made up to be there on that
occasion, without taking into consideration the difficulties, whiqh we have
since learned, await us whenever we
attempt any great enterprise.
In those days,'in that section of the
country, boys could not have bnt one
pair of shoes a year, and for two resons
they could not get them until late in
the fall.—The first was, the tanners
could not get the leather out, and the
second was, the shoemakers were always behind. Therefore, when the day
of exhibition came, we had no shoes.
But that was no particular-drawback to"
us, for our feet had got scaled over and
nearly as hard as a hoof. They would
stand anv kind of cold but snow, and
they could thaw that some. The day
was extremely cold, and threatened
snow; but we were bound to see the
lion, and made up our minds to brave
the difficulty.
But when we got ready to start, another difficulty met us, which nearly
wrecked bur hopes. We had two and
sixpence in money left out of three
shillings, which we had got for our
share of a bearskin, which another boy
and ourself had kUled. We had spent
six cents on general training day for
gingerbread, which we divided among
our poor playmates. We took the two
and sixpense and rolled a piece Of pa-,
per round it, and stuek it in a cradk in
the old log house—the only place of deposit we had—and when -we got ready
to start we had forgotten whete we put
it. Well, you, can imagine that there
was some foaming about that shanty.
But it was of no avail; the change could
not be found. ~ After a fruitless search
until almost noon,, our father, seeing
our distracted condition, loaned us a
shilling, and we broKe for the show,
and we never stopped the run until we
reached Burton square ; but; tcuour dismay the caravan had not arrived there,
and it was doubtful whether it would,
h*i "consequence of a breaK down a few
miles out of town. The snow was beginning to fall thick and fast. We
started for home once or twice, but
could not .give up the idea of seeing
the lion.
At last, just at darx, the show came
in. They did not have large tents those
days. They usually got under a shed,
and hung up canvas in front. It seemed to us that they would never get the
thing ready. But, finally, just at darx
the fiddle and triangle struck up, the
show was ready, and the ground was
getting white.
We handed our shilling to the doorkeeper and passed in. There was a
lion, a buffalo, a pony and three or four
monkeys.—We have no recollection
whether we indulged in any romantio.
refiections concerning the wonders of
nature, or not. We recollect distinctly
that when we emerged from the shed
it was dark, and the ground covered
with snow. We took a survey of our
situation and let on steam, and we never broke the jump until we reached
home. But before we reached there,
however, the snow was two inches
deep.
The next day, all along the road
there was great excitement among the
old hunters about the tracks of a
strange animal which could be seen
coming all along the road from towards
Burton, and, of course it was soon rumored that the lion had broke loose
and had been tracked to within a mile
of our house, where, fortunately for us,
it was blotted out by a drove of cattle.
The general opinion was that it was a
bear, though some declared that the
animal made a track larger than a
bear's—it must be an elephant. There
was great consternation in the neighs
borhood. We were consulted as it regards the shape of a lion's foot. We
gave it as our opinion that it was not a
lion. The man who followed the track
through Bridge Creek Woods,(where
we were serenaded by a pack of wolves
who broke out within a few rods from
us,)said no bear ever made such leaps
as this animal made for about a mile
through the woods. It would be tedious to tell the strange stories that circulated around the country concerning
the tracks of the- strange animal that
had made its appearance in our very
midst. Hunters who had never quailed before the. panther, bear or wolf^
entered the forest with a suspicious
look for a long time after the discovery
of the misterious tracks.
Exaggeration ran wild through the
sparsely settled country. A short titne
after the occurrence we went to mill
about three miles from home. While
there we overheard* some men talking
about the mysterious tracks. One man
said he had seen a man who- had seen
the track. He said the track was over
three feet long, and that the animal
jumped over eighty feet- to a jump, all
through Bridge Creek Woods. We
took a look at our feet and slipped into
the mill. This story has remained a
family secret ever since, but we never
heard the last of going to see the lion,
at home. We wonld say in conclusion,
that the two and sixpense was found
about two years after that by a younger
sister, in a crack, as above stated.
Notwithstanding all our mishaps, our
ardor for seeing circuses and caravans
was not in the least diminished. ' But
age is doing what neither hardships nor
privations could do when we were
young, and we can sifrTinmoved amid
scenes that would once have moved us
to tears, or caused us to shout with joy.
The brilliant but antiquated jokes of a
clown can no longer provoxe us to
laughter ; nor the tales of unrequited
love make us weep. Yes; old age is
ringing " Vanity !" into our ears ; but,
thank Providence, it is mostly confined
to circuses yet.—Racine Journal.
WOWDEREFL HAIR REPRODUCER.
Dr.-
later they were common, for sad-eyed
Dante sings to their strixing. And
hence have sprung all horological curiosities, from the great clock of Strats-
bourg, with its pedestrian, gymnastic
saints, down to our curious mantel ornaments of,Prussian handiwork, which
tell their owner hour/day month, year,
tides, weather—almost everything except the condition of his bank account
and the state of his wife's temper.
The watch is- a lineal descendant of
the clock, and lixe most sons a trifle
more flippant and pretentious than its
honest father. Perhaps with cause, for
it is a wonder of wonders, a pocxet
planetary system. It-was born in Nuremberg 400 years ago. Henry the VII
of wife-xilling memory, carried one.
So did his cotemporary Charles V, who
11 Cast crowns for rosaries away.
An empire for a cell. "
These watches were of rudo construction; and large as our desert plates. In
Shaxespeare's time they had become
common among private gentlemen:
Says Malvolia, in Twelfth Nignt, "I
frown a while, and perchance wind up
my watch or play with some rich jewel."
INSIDE A PRINTING   OFFICE.
-, of New York,(says an'exchange,) sent us a cake of his Onguent,
with the modest request to "puff it,
and send the bill."
Venerable and far-sighted capilary
producer I   We do,   and   more   too.
Your Onguent is a big thing. Although
in small cakes, it is  nevertheless a colossal item.  We tried it.   Following the
printed directions given, we made a
lather  and  applied   the brush.    The
lather was mixed in a glass dish, and in
four minutes a beautiful hair, all shades
of color, had started   from the dish.
We applied some to our face, and it
took four swift-working barbers to out
down and mow away as fast as the beard
grew.   We put a little on the toe of
each boot; in anhour they looked like
Zouave moustaches.   We put some on
a crowbar, and it is covered with long,
curly hair  like  a buffalo,  and. in the
coldest weather it can he used without
mittens. ' A little on the carriage pole,
started tho hair on  it like moss.    We
dropped some on the stove,  and as the
fire- was kindled  the  hair  started and
the hotter the stove became, the faster
grew the hair,  till the smell of burnt
[hair became so powerful as to drive all
from the room.    The stove  was set in
the barn, and it can't beseen now as
the hair, is  literally stacked  upon it.
Only one application.    A little applied
on a wagon tire has in five days, started
a vigorous crop, and now - the wagon
can be driven, oyer a plank road and
not make the  least ■ noiso,  so well are
the  wheels   covered   with   soft hair.
Only on©  application—dollar a cake.
We skinned a goose, put on some of
the  Onguent,  and  in two  hours  the
feather-grower was  enveloped in. hair
like a squirrel, and was seen this morn-
ing trying to climb a shagbark hickory
in the back yard.   A little applied to.
the inkstand has given it a coat of bristles, making a splendid pen-wiper at
little cost.   We applied the lather to a
tenpenny nail, and the nail is now the
handsomest lather-brush you ever saw,
with a beautiful growth of hair at the
end Of it, seme five or six feet in length.
Only a dollar a cake I   Applied to door
stones it does away with the use of a
mat.   Applied to a floor, it will cause to
grow therefrom  hair   sufficient for a
Brussles carpet.    A little of this Onguent lather was jaocidently dropped .on
the head of our oane,  which has been
perfectly bald for over ten  years,  and
immediately .a thick   growth  of hah4
formed,, completely covering itj compelling us to shave  the  head twice a
week.    Only a dollar a bottle—directions thrown in.    A little  weak ■ lather
sprinkled over a barn  makes it impervious to wind, rain or cold.    It is good
to put inside children's cradle's—sprinkle on sidewalks, anything, where luxuriant grass is wanted  for use or ornament.    We put a little on the head of
navigation, and a beautiful hair covered it.   A little on the mouth of Mississippi river started hair  there resembling the finest redtop grass, in wnich
cows, sheep, pigs, hogs, snipes, woodcock and young ducxs graze with Keen
relish.    Only a dollar a caxe.    Sent by
mail to any address,
will grow a beautiful
boy      One dollar   a
used it.
 r—\ j
it and draw again at nearly every banking-house in town, when, getting-tired
out and thoroughly in despair", sat down
upon a curbstone and wiped the perspiration from his face, and soliloquized
thus : " Mine Cot! Mine Cot I Vere
shall I put mine tollar ? Me put him
in ten different pank ; so soon I put
him in dare he pegin to.prake—I gets
him out an' he no prake,. I thinks
every man vos proke. I take him
home and sows him up in der petticoat
of mine vrow, and spose she prake, I
prake her head."' Struck with the
idea, he rushed for home, and probably
found cause to rejoice over his new and
safe sub-treasury.
BEATIFUL SENTIMENT.
The composing room of a printing
office is about as productive of various
questions, and elicits as much curiosity
from visitors as any place of business
we know of. First thing a visitor does
is to step up to a case where fingers are
at work, and watch every motion with
■perfect steadfastness ; looks into the
compOwtor's face to see where his eyes
are ; the process looks mysterious, and
questions follow about like this :
" How do you know where to find the
letters ? Are they arranged in order ?
How do you know when they are right
side up ? What is the reason that there
is more type in some boxes than -the
others ? I should think you 'd . make
mistakes ; you ought to have the boxes
marked. Don't you get the wrong letters sometimes?''
Looking around, he spies in a corner
a lot of " something" that calls forth,
" what are these ? "
Compositor—'-' Quads.
Visitor—" What's quads ?"
Compositor explains. Next finds the
forms from which another person is
distributing.
Visitor—" Tearing 'em down, hey 1"
Compositor-1-" Yes." -
" Can.you do that faster than you oan
set it ? What makes you wet the type?
(looking at the form.) why, .it's all upside down. Is that the way it always
is?   You can't read it, can you.?"
Next goes round the press and finds
the roller, puts his fingers on it, and
gets them dyed a shade or two darker
than their original color.
" What's this roller made of—India
rubber ?"
Compositor:—" No, of glue and molasses."
Visitor-—" Of molasses ? I should
think-it; would melt! "
Compositor—It will when it gets
warm enough."
Hisieyes next fall upqn the paper
wet down ready for press.
Visitor—" Why, this paper is all wet.
Do you have to do that ? "
Compositor—" Yes."
"•What for?"
Compositor explains and wishes he
would dry up.
He looks around and finds a form of
advertisements laid aside. He runs his
finger oyer the column, and knocks a
square of it into confusion.
tor looks cross, and says
knocked that into pi."
Visitor whistles and goes
compositor isn't looking.
Shortly before the departure of the
lamented Heber for India, he preached
a sermon which contained this beautir
ful illustration:
" life bears us on like the stream of
a mighty river. Our boat at first glides
down the narrow channel—through
the playful murmurings of a little
brook, and the windings of its grassy
borders. The trees shed their blossoms
over our young heads, the flowers seem
to offer themselves to the young hands;
we are happy in hope, ahd grasp eagerly at the beauty around us. But the
stream hurries on, and still our hands
are empty. Our course in youth and
manhood is along a deeper and wider
flood, among objects most striking and
magnificent. We are animated at the
moving pictures and enjoyment and
industry around lis. We are excited
at some short living disappointment.
The stream bears us on, and our joys
and our .griefs are alike left behind us.
We may he shipwrecked, but we cannot be delayed, whether ' rough of
smooth. The river hastens on, till the
roar of the ocean is in our ears, and the
tossing of the waves is beneath our
foet, and the floods are lifted up around
us, and we take our leave of earth and
its inhabitants until of our voyage there
is no witness save the infinite and the
eternal."
HABIT.
Compost
I   " you've
out when
One application
moustache for a
caxe.     Samson
TIME   PIECES.
The sun-dial was the first. It is among
the oldest of human inventions. Next
came the clepsydra. It was a glass vessel from which water ran through a
little aperture at the bottom. It was a
sort of household tide. The height of
water told the hour.
Chaldea, India, .China used it. Plato
found itln Egypt. Greexs and Romans
employed it in court to limit their voluble lawyers. Julius Csesar found it
among the rude Britons. Sand is more
convenient and less variable than water,
so the hour-glass crowded out the lep-
sydra. Good King Alfred burned candles to marx the hours. Einneeus had
a more royal luxury. . He so arranged
a circle of flowers that one opened every hour. He could always tell the
time by fresh blossoms I
In Europe clocxs first appeared in
monasteries 800 years ago. Monxs attributed their invention to the Saracens,
people to the devil.    Two centuries
Joke on a Constable.—A " cute"
state constable at Plymouth, meeting
a tin peddler, asKed him if he had a license to selL
" No," was the cool reply.
The constable hastened to procure a
wairant, and a long days search found
the offending person andbrought him
before the magistrate. When, as a
matter of form, he was asxed—
" Guilty, or not guilty?"   -
" Not guilty I" he quietly answered.
" Don't you peddle goods around
here ?" said the judge.
"Yes, Sir !"
"Well then, sir, have you a license to
do 80?"r;
"Oh, Yes I"
" Why, didn't you tell this  gentleman that you had no license ?"
tt No, sir," said the peddler.
"Yes you did," shouted the tipstaff,
quietly   replies   the
vociferates  ye con-
No I didn't,"
peddler.
" I say you did,'
stable.
" I'll s—r I didn't, still persists the
peddler.
" Well, what did you tell me, th,en f'
" You asKect me if I had a license to
sell, and I told you I hadn't, and I
havn't a license  to sell,  continues the
Homer tells us that the goddess Calamity is delicate, and that her feet, are.
tender. " Her feet are soft," he says,
" for she treads not upon the ground,"
but makes her path upon the heads of
men." We imagine irony here, but
the metaphor carries a serious truth.
The great bulk of. human calamity
springs from human weakness, which
crystalizes in the form of habit. Subtle
and insidious, with a footfall" more
noiseless than snow, and a chain strong-
er than steel,'it creeps upon" the firmest and -proudest of mankind, arid oftentimes has them prostrate; and irre-.
vocably bound before they have even a
suspicion of the sinister approach. Intellect of' the loftiest order rseems indeed quite as frequently to invite as -to-
repel the destructive mastery of habit.
We have but to remember the awful
struggles Of De Quincey, the pitiful
degradation of Addison, the helpless
slavery of Sheridan and Fox, to be assured of this, and have no need to refer to sadly numerous instances in our,
own generation for evidence of the implacable grasp which -habit4 may attain'
upon the brightest and best of our species. None, therefore, are exempt
from the chance of downfall, and the.
only wise course is that which, is directed by an apprehensive circumspection
which, conscious on every side, omits
no rational precaution to avoid it.—
Round Table.
peddler in an injured tone,
it to peddle with.
for I Want
During the money panic at San
Francisco, a poor Dutchman, who had
a couple of hundred dollars in Page,
Bacon & Co's., drew it out, and after
carrying it about an hour or two, thinking Adams & Co. must be perfectly
safe, deposited it there; happening to
hear some doubts expressed about
them an hour later, he became alarmed,
and drew it out;, again; took it to
Wright's and opefsfl. a bank account
with him, he had n"c* gone Jen yards
before he saw a man rushing to his
office looking wild. Poor sourkrout
thought the devil must be to pay there
too, and fof thwith. drew a check for his
.Drovers vs. Fops.—Dinner wasspread
in the cabin of the peerless steamer,
the New World, and a splendid company were assembled about the-tablev
Among the passengerf thus prepared
for gastronomic duty was a little creature of the genus fop; decxed daintily
as an early butterfly, with "xidg of irreproachable whiteness, " miraculous ll
necx-tie and spider-lixe quizzing-glass
on his nose. The delicate animal turned his head affectedly aside with :
"Waitah!"
"Sail?"
.   " Bring me a pwopellah of a fwemale
woostah." ' "^j.
« Yis, sah I "
■' And, waitah, tell the, steward to:
wub my plate with a wegetable called
onion, which will give a delicious fla-
vaw to my dinnah."
While the refined exquisite was giving his order, a jolly Western drover
had. listened with open mouth and protruding eyes. When the diminutive
creature paused, he brought his fist
down upon the table with a force that
made every dish bounce, and then
thundered out:
" Here, you go! darned ace of
spades!"
" Yis, sah."
" Bring me a thundering big plate of
sxunx's gizzards ! "
"Sah?"
" And an old inx pot; tucx a horse
blanxet under my chin, and rub. me
down with brickbats while I feed."
The poor dandy showed a pair of
straight tails instanter, and the whole
table joined in a tremendous roar."
two hundred.'   He continued to depos-1 away off there
Away up among the White Mountains, where it is said they grind the
sheep's noses before sending them out
to pasture in the morning, a reverend
doctor from Boston found a man hoeing his living out of the barren hills.
Introducing himself, he soon succeeded
in exciting in the old "man the Yahxee
propensity to asx questions, first-amotig
which was, " Were d'ye hail from?"
Answering that he was from Boston,
the old man of the hoe replied, "Wyr
I   wouldn't   thinx   you'd  lixe   to live