The Sauk Centre Herald (Sauk Centre, Minnesota), 1867-10-24

              YOLUME I.
SAUK CENTRE, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1867.
NUMBER 20.
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itlS "Wren,
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Sauk Centre,        -        -        Minnesota.
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R, B. R. PALMER,
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H. I/. GORDOK. I,. W. COiOilNS.
Grorclon  Sc Collins,
Attorneys   at   Law,
St^Cloud, Stearns County, Minnesota
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St. Cloud, Minnesota.
CHAS. WALKER,
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R. P. EDSON,
Attorney at Law and
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Edsson. & "Walker,
REAL ESTATE AGENTS, .
Office over Philadelphia Store on Third street,
Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minnesota.
Business Property, Houses and Lots, Farms,
Farming Lands, etc., etc., bought and sold cm
commission.
ATTENTION!
is called to the fact that our facilities for making out Pre-emption papers and for locating
and entering Government Land with Cash,
Scrip or Land Warrants, are unsurpassed by.
any office west of St. Cloud. A large assort-,
ihent of Town Plots for the use of seekers of
Claims on hand and kept constantly corrected by correspondence with the Land Office.
We have In our hands for sale, some of the
finest Farms and Farming Lands In this
upper country.
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H. MINER,
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.Sauk Centre,      ' -        -        Minnesota.
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Fire, Life and Accident Insurance Companies of the Eastern and  Western
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DWARD DREBLOW,
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Main street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota.
Keeps constantly on hand a complete stock
of Furniture, Coffins, &c.
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ILLIARD SALOON,
From the New York Independent.
THE    ANSWER,
BY JOHK G, WBTr/EEBR.
Spare me, dread angel of reproof,
And let the sunshine weave to-day
Its gold-threads in the warp and wdof
Oflife so poor and gray.
3are me awmie; hibucbuis wuan.
These lingering feet, that Jain would stray
Among the bowers, snail some day seek
The straight and narrow way.
Take off thy ever-watchful eye,.
The awe of thy rebuking frown;
The dullest slave at times must sigh
To fling his burdens down;
To drop his galley's straining oar,
And press, in summer warmth and calm,
The lap of some enchanted shore
Of blossom and of balm.
Grudge not my life its hour of bloom,
My heart its taste of long desire;
This day be mine: be those to come
As duty shall require.
The deep voice answered to my own.
Smiting my selfish prayers away:
" To-morrow Is with God alone,
And man hath but to-day.
"Say not thy fond, vain heart within,
The Father's arms shall still be wide
When from these pleasant ways Qf sin
Thou turn'st at eventide."
" Cast thyself down," the tempter saith,
14 And angels shall thy feet upbear."
He bids thee make a lie of faith,
A blasphemy of prayer.
Though God be good and free be Heaven,
No force divine can love compel;
And, though the song of sins forgiven
May sound through lowest hell,
The sweet persuasion of His voice
Respects thy sanctity of will,
He giveth day; thou hast thy choice
To walk in darkness still;
As one who, turning from the light.
Watches his own gray shadow fall,
Doubting, upon his path of night,
If there be day at all!
No word of doom may shut thee out,
No wind of wrath may downward whirl,
No swords ot fire keep watch about
The open gates of pearl.
A tenderer light than moon or sun,
Than song of earth a sweeter bymn,
May shine and sound -forever on,
And then be deaf and dim.
Forever round the)Mercy-seat
The guiding lights of Love shall burn;
But wbat if, habit-bound, thy feet
■ Shall lack thr will to turn;
What If thine eyes refuse to see.
Thine ear of Heaven's free Welcome fall,
And thou a willing captive be,
Thyself tiny own "dark jail ?
O doom beyond the saddest guess,
As. the long years of God unroll,
To make thy dreary selfishness
The prison of a soul!
f To doubt the love that fain would break
The fetters from thy self-bound limb;
And dream that God can thee forsake
As thou forsakest Him.
-ptotttfotu).
western Carriages.
A. DE GROAT, Proprietor.
Third street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota.
Has first class Fhelan A Collender Billiard
Tables.
<Chelee Wines, Uquors, Ale, Porter ahd
•Cigars.
J. WHITEFIELD,
House &- Sig-n JPainter,
>ralnlng,€!lazlne,i-aper Hanging, Ac, done
with neatness and on reasonable terms.
■"Work warranted equal In quality to that
• greed upon or no charges made, 49* Paint
Shop next door to Thomas & Go's.
■gauk Centre, Minn., June 5,1807.
TOHN CHRISTGAU,
Soot &> Snoe Maker,
Main Street, Sauk Centre, Minn.,
JL 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
prices.  All kinds of Shoemaker's Tools for
sale.
AND OFFICE
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IV. HC-
& REAL ESTATE
^^^^^^^^^    Miner,
Lands  sold on commission.  Farms com-
• posed 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
and avoid the time and expense of
a trip to St. Cloud.
Office over the Post Office, Sauk Centre,
Minnesota.
" Ab to merriage," said Beasly, tearing the lead off a fresh plug with his
t6eth—" as to merriage, I've practised
it as largely as most men that don't
keep a bank account, an' I tell you it
ain't no 'count in our way of life. Yer
see, there's mostly two sorts of women
—firstwise tbern as has certificates
gained by extr'crnary cleverness at college; an that's the sort of woman as
worries a man's life out. Secondwise,
them as has no certificates, neither
diplomas, not because they think 'em
gasbags, but because they ha'nt even
that small wit needed to earn 'em;
that's the sort as worries a man's soul
out. There air another species, ay, by
thunder ! nigh another sex, the sex of
which our mothers were ; but I've only
met with one speciwoman of that sort.
"But surely," I said, "among the
families of the squatters there must be
good hearty girls who'd make a fellow
happy on his own clearing ?"
"That's so," saidFrazer—"thats sol
But Jem's right for all that. If young
men went westwards for their wives,
they'd find such as they could live with
and be happy; but they go East or to
Eastering folk ; they fall wild of a seminary diploma and a high bosimed
gown ; they merry the gal, an' after
awhile make tracks to do the whole
thing over agin. Guess there's no
country in the world where bigamy is
so frequent as in the Westering States,
an' I'll swear its not from any nat'ral
immorality on the part o' the young
mon. Yer see, the great pint is this :
men air so independent in the West.
Mark here 1 When a young fellow's
merried in Europe or the Eastering
States, he merrys for good and all:
things must go mighty bad with him
before he will slope off from his home
an' business, though his wife should be
a right down plague-bug. But it's not
so with us. A young man thinks no
more bf clearing out an' seeking fortune a thousand miles away than he do
of jumping a ditch. What I say is—
you can't lay down salted an' smoke
dried rules for the social politics of the
great West. Spaoe, an' health an' human natur is dead agin the principle."
" As to bigamy, in course I have no
vote for that, nor has any other man;
but as we don't defend it, an' as Jem
himself don't defend it, let's hear some
of his exper'ences; for Jem's gizzard
melts like butter in a prairie fire" when
he's hitched a belt of dust round his
waist, an' he sees a sheep faced gal."
" Wal, boys,-I'll tell yer my first veh-
tur' in merriage : an almighty tall ven
ture that were. 'Twas in St. Louis.
Her father, my ventur's father, kept a
kept himself balanced all day betwix''
a cocktail and a fraudulent bankruptcy. Tire daughter was tall and fattish,
with the most delioatest expression ever you see; her dress came up tight
under her ears, and she'd a screamed
out painful if her own mother had sot
eyes on her feet, "when I was inter-
juced, she^Says to me :
"' Air yon a pioneer?"
"' My lather were a pioneer, miss,
said I.
•'' Afi,' are you indeed his son—the
son of a pioneer which have carried our
starry flag into the wilderness, an'—an'
fixed it up there ?'
" ' Guess I am, miss,' I says ; father
thinks so, and mother don't say oon-
trair."
" She throwed her eyes to heving, as
if to fix i»p«a new constellation, an'
kind o' raptured. I didn't make no
remark, because I thought she belonged to s'6'fne private connection,' and
were holding prayer. So she brings
her eyes down agin, an' says she :
"' oP"m
',' Yes-;' I observes, " thats all so ?'
" I kind 0' sort to her after that, for
I thought she were the gollfirdest fool
ih the neighborhood, or else I were.
I'm bent now to think it were rayther
the latter way about, for she pioneered
me into church, an, her father pioneered $500 out of my belt. About a week
after merriage, we went down to a neat
little farm as my father had given me
to set up in. So says she when she
sees the log house :
" f Aif this the pioneer's hut ?"
"' No,'' I said, ' this is a kind of farmhouse, where I hope we'll live many a
year together with our sons and daughters.1 An, so I did hope—strapaddle
me if I didn't.
" ' Oh, don't talk so wicked,' says she
blusbin' like a startled coohineal.
" ' When she got inside, an' see there
were but two rooms, an' no door betwixt 'em, an' a man about the olear-
ing, she scrimmied out like a trapped
rabit: ■--
" ' Oh ! I never I I never can—dodo—you must make a door instant,
suddin. Curtain ? Oh' dear 1 Oh no I
Do pioneers alius liye so ?'
" ' Guess they do, all as I've known,
said I, kind o' gtuffly ; for my dear old
mother had lived all her life in just
suoh a shanty an' my'sisters had grown
up so an' been lotted off with five thousand dollars apiece to just like homes,
an' I didn't take to suoh faldoodle.
' Don't you think my gal,' I says to her,
' as your husband'll call on you to do
what's wrong. As my mother lived
you can live, an' I hope you may prove
as modest an' great hearted as she
was.'
" ' Naow, it's no use being mad, mister 1 I've the temper of a lamb, but ray
way I kind o' must have in the house.
We've ori'y been merried a -week, but
I ain't happy now, axr I can't ever be'
with a man as don't consider the deli-
cateness of my feelins.' An' then she
began to cry.
"I think now that maybe I was hard
on her, brought up as she had been;
but the real faot is, it were a durnation
bit of folly from end to end. What business, as Frazer says, has a Western
man with a Yankee wife ? It's the general contrariness of natur' I suppose.
The Yankee-bred gal falls sick for the
squatter's broad shoulders an' big limbs,
an' the squatter falls wild of the trim-
ness an' little delicacies of the gal.
Then they merry; an' after a while
miss finds her husband's shoulders too
brpad an' too big for her minkin little
arms, an' the squatter perceives there
is not room enough in her mind for
him to turn about in; an' so, some fine
day,- he takes his rifle an' two or three
dollars maybe, an' moves out. .
"That was the end of my first ven-
tur.' The gal began to cry, sitting on
the door jamb. Now, I hate, an' most
of us hate a woman's crying. I've
heard some folks say they cannot resist
tears, an' I daresay that's true enough,
if they're reasonable, and the woman
knows what she wants ; but, as a rule,
one don't' like them as can't keep the
pluffs in. Kind of just, too, it is I A
gal who cries when she is not hurt,
an't likely to make prize sass and a gal
who dont cry .till she's hurt, dont usually care to cry then. However, I didnt
oome to age, as you'll lay muoh blame
on me for my short comings; I've
done my best, too. But we dont weld
together, and we never shall; its best
to part, and part friendly.'
"She didnt believe me, but larfed
provoking—her little, craoking Yankee larf—and said: You wont go tell
youve fixed me up that new chicken
pen.'
." It were done this morning, I said,
and the fences are all in order, and the
timber drawn from the new clearing.
" So I took my rifle and bowie, and
started for the.Prieto.
" And youve never seen yonr wife
since ? I asked.
" Nary once. I had a letter some time
after, which were a moral piece of writing. She wanted me to oome bacK,
because the neighbors loosed on her
so. It was eternal lonely of an evening,
the. help didnt do his worK, and it
would all be so much nicer if I would
oome home. I "wrote to her that it
want worth while to
want to quarrel with my wife inside a
week after merriage—specially a first
ventur, so I fixed up some planxs for a
door. But I xnowed I'd done wrong,
for the old man he said to me when I
told him I was in a string: ' Jem, my
son, don't yer do it! But if yer must I'
says he tremenjuously, ' pull down her
baok hair at the altar, and curse free :
hit her father in the eye, and stamp on
her grandmother's corns. With a Yankee gal, the great thing is to start fair.'
I hadnt done it, for I hadn't spunk,
and she looked so eternal mild and
melting, like all nater in a thaw. But
I knew I wasn't starting .fair with the
gaJk
•We lived together on the farm for
nigh two years, and I lost forty-four
pound-weight during that time. She
was right down good about the house,
I say that; neat as an egg, and allurs
done the washing oomfortable; but
I felt oramped and stifled with her ;
she were no companion for a Westering
man. I tried everything I could think
of, from a curse of Scriptur' to a hickory switch, but she couldnt be wielded
to our notions. She was small, thats a
fact; so at last I took out a hundred
dollars as I said to her :
"I'm going off and its likely we shall
meet no more! I give you this old farm
which my brothers and I cleared—a
good farm it is, and I am loath to leave
it; I give yer eight hundred dollars in
;money and evey fixin about the place.
I believe youve  done your best to be a
J dry goods store ia that city, where he 1 good wife; but I dont think when you
^^^ vacate my future
prospects to oowhide her help.
".That's the story of many a Westering 'man," said Frazer, kicking up the
fire; " but taking the lump of them, I
expect they're the finest oreature on
this side etarnity. You've been an'
lived among 'em, sir, an' you know.
Where can such men be found—such
big chests, such wild oat spunk, an'
such good hearts ? I take it, they've
the noblest work of humanity to fulfill
—the mission of progress and of freedom 1 True liberty is better understood
and more heart-felt by those shaggy,
rough-grained woodsmen than by yer
shirt-bosomed store-keepers and yer
ranty legislatures. Thank God for
Westering men, for what would America and the future be without 'em ?
Honesty still lives in the praira, an*
virtue, an' honor, an' contentment.
Rough-grained we are;' a swearing,
drinking, loud-voiced lot of rowdies we
are called ; but to us has been given
the revelation of liberty. For though
all else perish, though our progress
slacken into death, an' our civilization
fall away, yet, if freedom be retained,
we have lost nothing. The freedom of
the.West, the liberty of body an' of
mind, would recreate the universe by
force of manhood, an' make ft noble
empire out of chaos 1 They don't understand us, sir, down East; an' thunder I that's no hardship. The polished
citizen of New York, seeing a bowie in
every old wife's carving knife, goes
about among us with his greasy arms
outspread, an' his lying mouth agape,
frightened to larf, fearful to drink, an' j
downright death smitten if asked to
take a hand at euchre. I wonder he
don't have prayers put up in tho meet-
in'house, an'burn a blue light on- his j
deorway, when he gets back safe from
among those 'orful savages.'
" I'll'tell yer another advantage they
enjoy out West," said ' Vansten:
" they've high-prime gas laid on to
every bouse, an' portable burners for
traveling. If it's all as yer say, how
oomes it the best part of yer have two
or three wives belongin' to yer, not to
mention Indian-squaws an' cotton mer-
riages."
" Wall, I admit if s bad, but not so bad
as may seem at first sight. I guess it's
very rare for any Westering man, except a right down bad egg, such as are
among all peoples, to merry a gal without letting her know as he's gone
through a ceremony euriously similar
several times before. It's a bad business at the best, I s'pose; but to my
mind, it makes a duined sight o' differ-
'enoe whether a man deceives a gal by
lying oaths, or whether he tells her
straight out that he's a married man
already, but don't downright object to
going through the operation agin. She
may take it or leave it, I guess."
" I shouldljke to hear more of your
experiences, Beasley," I said.
" Youfre welcome to all my pile betwixt this an' bedtime. As to Frazer's
gas, it's etarnai pretty hearing, an' reminds me muchly of ' Whiskey Fence'
talk at Christmas time : but it aren't in
my way to say whether it's all true or
not.
" Wall, boys, I -picked   up   a   genteel
plunder oh   tne Rrieto ;*an' after six
months, I oome down the mountains
to look round an' spend it.   'Most the
foremost   female   gender I see in San
Francisco was a little milliner gal, an'
her first glance rolled  me over like a
buffalo oalf, so gollfired pretty was she
were 1   I made up to her right away ;
an' arter a week   or   two, showed my
dust, an' asked her to have me.
" 'Air you merried ?' asks she.
" 'Not much,' I says.
"So she larfs.   'How much V
" 'Only once.'
"^Once is about enough for a body, I
guess,' says she, larfing.
" 'She were only a woman in the
ordinary walk of natur,' I said; 'but
I've great hopes of housekeeping from
a full grown angel.'
;. .'<She wouldn't hear of it nohow ; but
she let me take oare of her when she
walked out, an' all that, for I tell you
no feminine gender, short of a howling
monkey or" bishop's lady, were safe in
San Franoisco at that time. She was
Mossoora born, too, an I'd heerd of her
people; but they moved eastwards
wlien the old man died, an' her mother
was biding %New York. But I didn't
seem to make muoh way for mor'n two
months. I was so desperate taken,
that if any man had cornered her or
talked low to her in my seeing,, I'd
have put lightning through him, though
he had been my own mate. But one
day, when we waB sitting by the window in her own little room, she said to
me, ' Jem, what would you think of me
if I merried you ?' Her innocent eyes
were fixed upen my face, and for a
minute I felt choked   like.   'My dar-
f ling,'I said, 'nothing that you-or I
could do would make my love greater,
but I'd like' the right for to perfect
you. Settle it, dear, in your own heart
where there's feelings I can't jine in.
You should be my wife as truly and as
faithfully as if there was no other woman iri the world ; but God forbid that
I should make you iwretched or lead
you agin your, conscience. Darling, I
said, 'no man as loves a gal, and has
true grit, could give advice to her in
such a case. Fix it as you may, I shall
never-think of you but as the gal I
would ha-vedoved best for my wife out
of the whole world.' And I left her to
herself.
" Wall, we was merried; and the
year I passed with her was the happiest
time I ever -had. No one knew my
first wife was living, and Lucy was as
cheery as if she had forgotten all about
it. Luck went with me in every pros-
peat I made, and I had collected a big"
plunder, intending to buy a farm up Nevada way, when, one night, just twelve
months after we were merried, the
banker vamoosed with my dust. Then
I fell ill with the calentura, and Lucy
spent all her savings on me. When I
picked up so far as to get out again, my
luck was gone. I fell bacK and bacK
with fever, my prospects was all blanK,
and I felt half minded to hire myself
out as help, to Keep Lucy and our child.
At last, when every cent was gone, and
all things desperate with as,' she received a lettor from her friends offering her the chance of living with them
in New Yor*.
" I made her go 1 I saw her aboard
the steamer, and there we parted forever. She died within six months, and
the child also. I spoae I was raving
mad for some weeKs after she left me.
Ye see, sir, folics show grief differently.
Maybe it wouldn't occur to yon to get
drunK, if your heart felt empty, nor to
go picidng quarrels and rowdying, because you were full of grief and love;
but that's what I did, and it were wise
for me too. The end came pretty soon,
of course. I fell among the Samaritans
one night, and they split my head with
a bowie, and put a bullet through my
shoulder. After that I got better and
could attend to business within a
month.
To Become   a   millionaire.
One of the wealthy men of New Orleans, the late Mr. McDonough, had
engraved upon his tomb a series of
maxims which he says he adopted for
the guidance of his life in 1S04, and to
which he attributes his success in business. He maxes them public for the
benefit of all who desire to become
rich, and they are worth reproduction
here :
" Rules for Guidance of My Life, 1804.
—Remember always that labor is one
of the condtions of our existence.
Time is gold; throw not one minute
away, but place each one to account.
Do "unto all men as yon would be done
by. Never put off till to-morrow what
you can do to-day. Never bid another
do what you can do yourself. Never
covet what is not your own. Never
thinK any matter so trifling as not to
deserve notice. Never give out that
which does not first come in. Never
spend but to produce. Let the greatest order regulate the transactions of
your life. Study iri your course of life
to do the greatest amount of good.
Deprive yourself of nothing necessary
to your comfort, but live in honorable
simplicity. Labor then, to the last moment of your existence. Pursue strictly the above rules, and the Divine
blessing and riches of every kind will
I flow upon you to your( heart's content;
but first of all, remember that the
ohief and great duty of your life should
be totend, by all means in your power, to
the honor and glory of our divine Creator. The conclusion to which I have
arrived is, that without temperance
there is no health; without virtue no
order; without religion no happiness ;
and that the aim of our being is to live
wisely, soberly and righteously.
"John Mcdonough."
A  FATHER   SACRIFICES   HIS   SON.
About 900 years ago, yclept Liderika
was the ruler of Flanders. It happened, once upon a time, that his sons
were amusing themselves by all sorts
of games and diversions before the
gate of the castle. Now, there was a
poor woman, emaciated from care and
distress, came along with a basket of
fruit whioh she offered to the young
gentlemen to enable her to buy bread
for her ohildren. And the eldest son
of the count bought of her all the fruit
she had, and, as he had no money with
him, bade her wait and he would return immediately and pay her. He
hastened to the castle and distributed
the fruit among the young ladies of
the court, and had so much to say, and
cut so many jokes that he forgot all
about the poor peasant woman at the
castle gate. But she stood outside with
her eyes fixedly directed toward the
castle to see whether he would not
soon return. She thought of her little
ohildren not having anything to eat for
so long a tinle, and her fear and anxiety increased every moment. At one
time she thought of hurrying home to
look after her children, but again concluded to wait a little longer, until
night came and compelled her to go.
Fatigued with long standing up, faint
with hunger, she tottered home, and,
when with heavy heart she entered the
oottage she missed the voices of her
children. Were they gone? Alas, the
two little boys lay dead upon the floor
—starved to death 1 The mother broke
into transports of grief, now she would
shed bitter tears and utter loud lamentations, now her heart would boil over
with rage and revenge. Thus she passed the night with the two little corpses.
At the break of day the distracted woman took her two dead children up in
her arms and wandered to the castle
and demanded admission to-the count.
When this was refused, she insisted
with such impetuosity that it had to be
granted. Tho couut asked very compassionately what she wanted. But she
laid the dead bodies of her children
upon the floor, sank down on her knees
and exclaimed, "If you are a true
prince, O Lord of Flanders, you now
hold impartial judgment without regard to person. Do you know who has
murdered these children ? He eats at
your table, he springs from your bipod.
Your son is the murderer." Count Liderika was amazed and had the whole
occurrence related to him, examined
his son, and secretly proceeded to the
city, Teurriai. There he submitted the
case to the criminal judges, without
mentioning the name of the youth.
And the judges pronounced judgment
and said "the youth is guilty of the
death of the children, and has forfeited
his life." The count went homo and.
had his son executed by the sword.
A Genuine Ghost Story.
The Monongahela Republican says : Not
very long ago, the young and beautiful
wife of one of our citizens was called to
her final account, leaving her husband
disconsolate, sad, bereft. She was bur--
ied in the adjacent cemetery, and the
husband returned to his desolate home
—but not to forget the loved one. She
was present with him by day in spirit,
and in his dreams-at night. One peculiarity of his dreams, and one that
haunted him, being repeated night after night, was this, that the spirit of
his wife came to his bedside and told
him that the undertaker had not removed from her face the square piece
of muslin or napkin which had been
used to cover her faoe aiter death, but
had screwed down her coffin lid With it
upon her ; that she could not breathe
in her grave, but was unrest on aocounfc
of the napkin. He tried to drive the
dream away, «but it bided with him by
nignt and troubled him by day. He
sought the consolation of religion ; his
pastor prayed with him and assured
him that it was wicked to indulge such
morbid fancy. It was the ''subject of
his own petition before the throne of
grace, but still the spirit came and told
anew the story of suffocation. In despair he sought the undertaker, Mr.
Dickey, who told him that the napkin *
had not been removed, but ■ urged him
to forget the circumstance, as it could
not be any possible annoyance to inanimate clay. While the gentleman frankly acknowledged this, he could not
avoid the apparition, and continual
stress upon his mind began to tell upon his health. At length be determined to have the body disinterred, and
visited the undertaKer for that purpose.
Here he was met with the same advice
and persuasion, and, convinced once
more of his folly, the haunted man returned to his home. That night, more |
vivid than ever, more terribly real
than before, she came to his bedside
and upbraided him for his want of af-
feotion, and wouldn't loave him until he
promised to remove the cause of all her
suffering. The next night, with a
friend, he repaired to the sexton, who
was prevailed upon to aeoompany them,
and there, by the light of the oold,
round moon, the body was lifted from
its narrow'bed, and the naprin removed from the face of the oorpse. That
night she came to his bedside once
more, but for the last time. Thanking
him for his Kindness, she pressed her
cold lips to his cheex, and come again
no more. Reader, this is a true story;
can you explain the mysteries of
dreams ?
Popping tne Question.
The Chimney Corner has the following
on characteristic popping:
YANKEE.
Jonathan—Sal, der you love doughnuts?
Sal—Yes, Jonathan, why ?
Jonathan—Oh, nothin', only just
consider me one of them doughnuts.
WESTERN.
Loquacious individual—Hello, old
gal—see here I I've scatterlofiscated
all over the equanimity of this ere
oountry, looking for just such a critter
as you.    What say, will you hitch ?
Western Gal—O shucks, I calculate ;
so let's get up and git.
DUTCH.
Hans—Ich will haben you, Johannas,
I loves you more better than I does
mein lager beer.
Johanna—Oh, ya, Hans, datist good.
FRENCH,
Frenoh Gallant—Oh, Mademoiselle,
you will do me ze very much honor to'
acoept ze hand ?
Mademoiselle—Oh, Monsieur,- you
make my face very muoh rogue. Ask'
madam.    Voulez vous?
JEW.
Hammon—Matilda; I have five gold
watches, almost as good as now, one
good lot of second hand clothing, and
one good camel hair shawl, which. I
will give if you will be mine bride."
Matilda—Dear Hamman, I can't resist ; let me see the camel hair shawl
first.
IRISH.
Patriok—Biddy, darling, would yeoz
like a new house, a cow,-.a pig, and rae-
self in the bargain,
Bridget—Och, Paddy, don't bo tazing
one! It is the praste we're afther
wanting. ^