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ENGEl
LDWELL
.1 AH. (J.1 NUTTY, Publisher.
DKVOTKD 'TO Till UKNKfiAL INTK1JEHTH OF CALDWELL, WATAlilA, AHIIK AND ADJACKNT COUNTIKH.
TKIIMH: 8 1 .r iM)r Annum.
VOL. I.
LENOIR, N. C, THURSDAY, MARCH 23. 1870.
NO. 2(5.
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UNDER THE SNOW.
Ah inn. my garden llM under tli now,
Tim ulirotirilng drifting iow i
I'.udli llowxr that I rtartd lit bowod 1U knad i
1U awMit bloom wither!, IU frnruo dm I ;
I no luvml Utaiu, llvinn,ud mourn thoui dnul t
ld niulnr UiUi WJlnUr ijw,
Lying beneath It, (411 "! 'uw
Dnwl ! and I lovsd Uioiu i !
Hut tli nm ij and by will malt the auow,
The K'ttUirtitK ehroud of auuw,
And the liuantlful bud aud Mia eUtely true
Will uliiid their fragrauoa aalu far iua.
And in y heart ahtll ba glad wheu mj aynaahall
aaa
My truaaura frum under the mow
That my yearning lore hath oherUhed ao.
Ilia fair In Um Huiuiuar gluw.
(Iixl'a xardau Ilea nitjnr tha brooding auow,
Till) heautifill. llmlUrlnn Know ;
Anil Dm Inula that Ho look from your band
aud mine,
Are hul wailing w'ie" " ol' divine
H1ib.iI hid IIU aim on the garden nhtiio,
Aud warm to life In lta glow
TUd prtoion gerniH lying under the auow,
That Ho took when lie lored them ao !
The Victory.
"Howard !" and tin-voice win low
ami tender which spoke; but the boy
never hooded, hiiiI tlie soft finger clasp
ing IiIh felt no answering pressure.
'Oh brother," went ou the same en
treating tones, "do not give up so, as If
there were no hoc left; there's many
Mini many a tiling yon can do yet; only
think, dearest, how much worse It
might have been; only think If you
had tieen "
Hut nlie could not -finish the sentence.
"It would have been better, Kthel,
he answered, passionately, his voice
bourne ami broken. "Better, far letter,
thut I had died, than live only to drag
out u miserable existence, a burden to
every one and myself
"No burden. Howard," Hobbed the
girl. "Oh, no! How can you say that,
when we love you so dearly V It would
have broken mamma's heart to part
with you. O brother! Think what It
I to have the sweet privilege of still
exchanging acts aud thoughts of love.
His heart was softened; tears tilled
the large hael eves and he flung his
anus alxiut her neck and silently kissed
her cheek. Kora while each was busily
thinking; then the sister rose to go
"I cannot stay longer, Howard," she
said, regretfully. "It is time to make
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(lie tea; then, as she bent to give him
her good night caress, she loudly wills
i.erecl, " Remember, dearenl, 'they also
serve who only stand and wait.' "
"Dear Kthel!" mused the Iwiy, when
she had gone, "what a brave, loving
spirit she has! No, I will not despair;
lor Iter sake ami inamina's I will achieve
something."
And he lay still there In the quirt
twilight, his large eyes looking out Into
the shadows ami his mind busy, plan
ning tor the future, until Ills thoughts
took a different turn, and strayed back
over his infancy and happy boyhood,
down to the llrst great sorrow, his
father's death, and on to the accident a
week before, which had made him a
cripple for life.
He was not what was called hand
-ome Howard Lee though tall and
well-formed. There was nothing in
his face or manner to strike the trail
sienl beholder; his was one of those
natures with which there must be soul
union hi order to know its true worth
Ifls love, where he did love, was in
tense, over-leaping all obstacles, and
the whole devotion aud ardor of ills
wealthy heart was centereu in his
mother and sister. He was gifted, too
though as yet he scarcely knew it, and
all his high resolves and aspirations
met with a keen shock when he heard
that henceforth Ms vision would be
bounded by that little room. But Ethel's
words sunk deep Into his mind. He was
fifteen ; the next five years he could de
vote to preparatory study. Mr. Weston,
who had been Ids staunch, tried friend.
would supply him with books from his
library. What might lie not do in five
years r And then and then !
Mrs. Lee was not rich, as might be
seen by the room, the only article of
luxury in which wai the sofa on which
Howard was lying. Still, there was
no sign of iK)verty ; the carpet and cur
tains were warm, If not expensive, and
all the furniture was in keeping. But
constant industry was needed to up-
port the household in comfort. Mother
and daughter kept a little millinery es
tablishment in a suburban village; the
family was respected and wished well
by all ; and not only this, but every one
Knew that whatever was bought at Mrs
i,ee's womu really be worth the price,
Howard, who wrote a good hand, had
been employed as copyist in a lawyer's
office, in London ; so that each member
of the little group had been happily
ami cheerfully occupied, until this mis
lortune cast a cloud over their skv.
It. Wlla mnfnlnff 11 ..luur nslH T Art
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comber morning, and Ethel had just
cieareu away the breakfast things, and
arranged Howard s room, which was
now used as the sitting-room, and was
preparing to sit down to her work,
wtten a brisk step sounded on the walk,
ana, in a moment, some one knocked at
a. 1. n .1
nie uoor.
O Howard I" said Ethel, archly, as
ol.n wwl i. in... i- .1 . 4l
one uuou ii, ncre a uuouiur oi mese
inierminaoic visits, uon i you wisn it
was over ?"
1 only-wish it could be intermlna -
ble," said Howard, as he extended his
hand for Mr. Weston's friendly grasp;
anaasmue, tne gayest that had been
seen on his face for days, ohased aoross
nis lace.
Mr. weston was a widower; his wife
had died many years before, and It was
iiau uieu many years oeiore. auu u was
not long ere hU only child followed
her. People suspected that he had met
with reverses of fortune, hut he never
hinted it, and none could tell; all they
knew was that he wm extremely simple
In his hablu, and book were the only
luxury he Indulged In. It Inu been al
ready said that he had a tine library.
But, however It might be, neither pov
erty or grief had ' power to contract
the gentle heart that found Its delight
ii doing good to others, although ne
felt, a keenly as any could, the blight
that rested on all the fair promises of
IU own life. To none was he more at
tached than to Howard Iee, and his
affection was fully returned by the
warm-hearted boy. and the feeling of
sorrow and disappoint! nojKi was
hardly less keen to him than to the
sufferer.
He had Imihii absent for a month, and
this was the ilrst time since the day,
after the accident, that he had sewn
Howard, who was now eagerly pouring
into pis attentive ear ins plan lor siuuy
lug.
"To 1ms sure, my dear boy, tolx) sure,
was his ready response, when he had
concluded. "And I will promise some
thing more Howard, which you have
not thought of. I should like to couie
and give you somo little assistance my
self. JNow, no thanks, he con tinned,
smiling, as he noted the look of de
lighted surprise that lcamcd In the
earnest eyes gazing into his own. "It
will be as great a pleasure to me as to
you.
So, with Mrs. Howard h consent a
consent how willingly given! It was
thus arranged that Howard should
study with Mr. Weston, a few hours
every morning. Ah, me! that little
room where the young cripple lay,
what sweetly mournful memories clus'
tered around it in after years!
I bus live years passed tranquilly
away, and It was not until the tilth that
Howard reiealed to his friend his long
cherished scheme of becoming an au
thor, begging hi in to keep the kuowl
edge sacred.
Mr. Weston was delighted. He had
far less tear than the trembling aspirant
that he would be successful, and readllv
proffered his aid In the laborious task of
writing and correcting. So the two
u i r L' ti 1 ufttusllii riii iarilla Ictktal uiil
rr si uu ivii J "11 n n wv l J vl J v I I VJ
her mother little dreamed of the ambi
tious scheme entertained by those so
near them.
Though Howard had the general plan
and sco(e of his work already sketched
it took two years to finish it for the
publishers. How hard it was to appear
indifferent during the time Its accept
ance was pending he only knew; but
he went bravely through the ordeal. If
It should not succeed, he asked himself
again and again, wtiat was the use of
all these long years of study t But ah
It It should it It should I What a happy
competence It would provide for them
all, releasing Ills dear ones I nun ull toll
and care !
And there were other and nearer
considerations that increased his anx
lely. Howard knew, although his
mother tried to conceal it, that she was
greatly straitened for want of means.
Hie summer Had been an excessively
hot one. Day after day the scorching
sunlight fell on the parched earth, but
the bright beams brought no joy to the
hearts that were palpitating with hope
for a shower. No balmy wind brought
relief to the fevered brow of Ethel, as
she tossed on her little bed, her whole
frame wasting away under the fever
that burned In her veins; her thoughts
wandering back unconsciously to other
days.
l'oor Mrs. I,ce forgot her perplexity
about the want that Impended in attend
ing her darling; In watching, with
trembling hope and tear, each oca t of
ttie fluttering pulse, each gasping, pain
ful breath. Iong seemed the contest
between life and death; but youth and
vigor conquered at last; and one bright,
beautiful morning, after weary days
and nights of tears and watching, Mrs.
Lee came into Howard's room, her eyes
dim, and her voice tremulous with joy,
io tell him that Ethel was pronounced
out of danger.
un, we should not repine at any
thing when we have our darling re
stored to us I" she whispered. "Every
thing else will come right in time; but,
oh ! If she had gone, there would have
been no joy left.
She had just closed the door when
Howard heard a quick step In the hall,
which he well knew, and his breath
came and went hurriedly as Mr. Weston
entered. He could not trust himself to
spealu but one glance at his friend's
face, Slushed with Joy, revealed the
truth, and a fervent exclamation of
thankfulness burst from his full heart.
"They have sent a sum of money In
advance," said Mr. Weston, as he turned
to depart. "I cannot stay any longer,
but dear Howard, no one rejoices more
at your success than 1 do.
Howard caught his hand, and bowed
his head over It, and Mr. Weston felt
the tears that would not be restrained
fall upon It.
Mrs. Lee was surprised at her gon'g
emotion as she looked In to bid him
"good-night."
"Stay one moment, mother," he en
treated, "I have something to tell you
I know you are troubled about money
for the' rent and the things you have
needed for Ethel's illness. Take this
and use It as you will ; it is a little gift
rrom me."
She looked astonished
"Ask no questions now dearmother,"
he said, gaily; believe me, you shall
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Know ail 'soon. Ana remember tne
promise I once made, that though mv
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me was a narroweu, u snouiu not ue a
useless existence
Ah I what a pleasure it was to be able
1 to sunolv the little delicacies so grateful
to the Invalid: to see the hapov look of
contented peace come back to his
mother's ves: to feel that, but for him,
a relapse might have carried the one so
aear awav rrom tneir vearning Hearts
to know that It was his work. It was
worth a life-time of pain to have reached
that hour.
Slowly, at first, the bloom of health
returned to Ethel's cheek, its sparkle to
her eve, Its elasticity to her frame; but,
after a few weeks, she grew rapidly
letter; aud when, on a lovely evening
towards the middle of August, Mr.
Weston walktid down to the cottage, he
thought he had scarcely ever seen hr
look so blooming, He had hsoughl a
new book, he said; and the little group
gathered around to hear him read It.
Hour after hour stole ou unnoticed,
while they listened, entranced, to the
glowing thoughts that sprung fresh
from the heart of the author a heart
beating warm and tender towards his
fellow-battlers In the great contest of
life, urging them ever not to despair,
not to yield to doubt, to reinlieinlx'r that
the promise is to Mm that "ovcr-com-
uth." Lavish were the praises bestowed
on It by tin; listeners, though Klhel
wondered slightly why Howard should
he so silent.
Wheu their exclamations of delight
had subsided Mr. Weston said, half
smiling "Perhaps you would like to
know the name of the writer."
Oh, ves, Indeed !" said Kthel eagerly.
He does not live far from you," was
the reply. "Can you not guess
But he was interrupted; she caught
the glance of her brother's eye; some
thing In It told her the tale, ami sin
sprang to his side; with a glad cry. Hit
mother pressed forward and caught him
to her heart, while their tears mingled.
It was long ere the happy trio sepa
rated, but at length Mrs. Lee, fearing
the effect of such excitement on his
delicate frame, drew ths reluctant Klhel
away that he might get a little repose.
As she drew the curtain to shade his
eyes, she said, 'inu have worked loo
hard, I am alninl, dear Howard; you
are looking pale anil thin; try and rest
awhile." Then, as she looked back
from the door at the face lying with
closed eyes on the pillows, she mur
mured with a fear she did not wholly
admit, to herself "My blessed Howard,
heaven grant him to us a little longer."
Klve weeks had flown by and the little
household had settled back to something
of its usual calm when they were startled
by the arrival of a letter, saying that
Mr. Courtney, of the great publishing
house of Courtney & Co., was coming
down to the village to rust'eate awhile,
and had thought It better to have a er- 1
8onal Interview with Howard, regard
ing a new edition of his work. So one
evening he alighted at the village inn,
and the next morning walked over to
Mrs. Lee's.
He was refined and talented, ami they
were all captivated; ne, on ti is part,
seemed no less pleased, and his visits
became more and more frequent. In
deed, the villagers began to hint that
there was an attraction more powerful
than Howard's presence at the cottage,
and that when, after a prolonged stay,
he at last departed, the pretty hlhel s
heart went away with him. 1 hey must
have been right, for there was so much
busy preparation ; and when he re
turned there was a quiet wedding, and
the timid, blushing Ethel was the bride.
Of all the happy hearts, assembled on
that bright spring morning, none buat
more Joyously or thankfully than he
who gave away the bride Mr. Weston.
He lingered, after the guests hail de
parted, to say a few parting words, and
It was not till after the bridal party had
gone that Howard saw a packet directed
to his mother In his friend's well-know u
hand-writing. He called her attention
to It. When opened it was found to
contain a deed, made out in Mrs. Tree's
name, of the home that had sheltered
them so long. The letter went, on to
say that he hud unexjH'Ctcdly fallen heir
to a large fortune, and he hoped that
they would accept this slight token of
his friendship. It would have been
unkind to refuse, and they gladly re
ceived it
So the mother and son lived on in the
old home, Howard from time to time
sending forth a volume from his retreat
and she finding her happiness in his.
Kvery summer Kthel and her little ones
spent with them; and their grand
mother could hardly be blamed tor be
ing a little partial to one fair boy whose
dark eyes and auburn hair were the
very hue of his namesake's.
But the tenth summer brought witli
it the sad knowledge that the life so
prized was drawing to a close. Howard
was dying. It was on a summer even
ing that he died, just at sunset; the
fading light streamed through the win
dow, resting like a halo of glory on the
calm face, losing Itself in his wealth of
auburn hair, creeping tenderly around
those kneeling beside the bed, falling
warm and bright over the quaint old
Bible lying open near.
Mother and son were not long parted.
A few short months and the hearts that
clung so fondly to each other were to
gether evermore.
A Model Wire.
A popular essayist writes as follows :
"As I went up the new Massa road
the other day I met a ragged, stout aud
rather dirty woman, with a large shal
low basket on her head. In It lay her
husband, a large man, though, I think,
a little abbreviated as to his legs. The
woman asked alms. Talk or Diogenes
in his tub ! How must the world look
to a man In a basket, riding about on
his wife's head? She put mm down
beside the road, In the sun, and almost
in danger ot passing vehicles. 1 sup-
nose the affectionate creature thought
It i '
r h mt. a nw ininrv in thta wv his
vrIhb in th rvncnrar.marknt won hi he
1 . . ob
increased.
"This custom of carrying one's hus
band on the head In a basket has some
thing to recommend It, and is an ex
hibition of faith on the one hand and
of devotion on the other that Is seldom
met with. It Is at least a new commen
tary on the apostollo remark that the
man Is the head of the woman. .
There's lots ov men In this woild that
are like a rooster take the cockade and
spur! off from them and yu couldn't
hardly tell them from a hen.
Mom 4 urloaa Way or Observing (
VelfitMui'a Iy.
Dor own ancestry in England and
Scotland have observed some very funny
customs within the lasl three centuries.
At one lime valcullncH were fashionable
aiuonjr the nobility, and, while still
selected by lot, It U'came the duty of a
gentleman to give Ui llir lady who fell
to his lot a handsome present. 1'leces
of Jewelry costing thousands of dollars
were not unusual, though smaller
tli i 1 1 tr , as gloves, were more common.
A gosxlppy old gentleman named
l'cpys, whose private diary has come
to allonl great Interest and amusement
to our times, tells how he sent Ills wife
silk stockings and garters for her valen-
i line. And one year, he says, his ow n
i w ite chanced to be his valentine, and
he grumbles that It. will i .,,t him live
, siuiids.
There was a tradition among the
country people that every bird chose
its male on Valentine's day ; aud at, one
time it Wiis the custom lor young folks
to go out lH-fore daylight on that morn
ing and try to catch an owl anil two
1 sparrows In a net. If they succeeded,
It w as a good omen , und entitled them
to gifts from the villagirs. Another
fashion among them was to write the
valentine, tie it on an apple or orange,
and steal up to the hoii-e of the chosen
one In the evening, open tin- door
quietly, and throw it in.
The drollest valentine I ever heard of
1 belongs to those old times in Kuglainl,
. ami consisted of the rib of a small ani
mal wrapped in white -alin ribbon,
I which was tied in true lover's knots in
i several places. J tils elegant and
gestlve gift was sent to a bachelor,
accompanied with verses:
aud
oo riinOMiiplaU' till, lovely mii
llMte tiiet- aw.y tu Ki axon'. mirin. .
And II. tun to tirr Yii.rc ;
No more llluMvr hIi.iIi . t.iir.iM',
To hapnliit. tin. KivfH tlifrlii'-,
M.Ki- hut cruilnil clioi, v "
N lar, It Is uncertain whether or not
the lines refer to the pleasures of eat ing,
suggesled i. to modem minds; by a rib.
But tlioy go ou to explain :
" 'I' til Adam U.d a partm-r tfiven,
Much a. Uir IMcu bloom,,! lik
' ll. iVI
Hi. hliH. nu Iiicuiniltt4; ;
No .oel il friend tlit'-ip Joy. t , .liar-,
Gave tin guy rtri-ue a vmr.ut air '
Kat r.me 't w.h .,11 rcplt't. !"
which leave- nothing to Is- desired,
sure.
Those were the days of charms,
of course the rural maidens had a
and infallible charm foretelling th
I'm
aud
sure
e lu-
lure husband. On the eve of St. Valeu
tine s day, the anxious damsel prepared
for sleep by pinning to her pillow liv
bay leaves, one at each corner and oik
in me middle iwnicn must nave tjeen
delightful to sleep on, by the way;, if
sue ui earned oi tier sw eemean, stie w as
sure to marry vim before the end of th
year.
Lot to make it a "dead sure" tiling,
the candidate for matrimony must boil
an egg hard, take out the yolk, and till
its place with salt. Just be for
to bed, she must eat egg, salt, shell and
all, and neither speak nor drink atter
it. It that wouldn't insure her a vivui
dream, there surely could he no virtue
in charm-. St. .Vn'iou.-i '' Ft linmri
ThIpk from RnloKnit.
Bologna is full of beautiful stories.
Theie is that of King lleiisius, or En
zio. 1 remcmlM-r reading in an old ann
ual, many years ago, tins story, told by
Mrs .Norton. 1 think the very gilt ed
ges of the precious volume rustled in
my fliemiuy as I entered a grand room
in the Palazzo del Podesta. and was
told that here poor King Knzio was a
captive tor twenty-two years.
Kn.io was the natural son of the Km
peror Frederic II. He led a (iliilndline
army against Bologna, was taken pris
oner in ViW, and kept in confinement
for the rest of his life; but love
laughed at locksmiths in his, as in
many cases. 1 he priest who caino to
confess the royal prisoner was accoin
pan ied by a beautiful boy, who brought
wine and fruit, and who begged to be
allowed to remain as his page. King
Enzio had a fever, and in one of his de
lirious moments he imagined that the
page took ott' his cap and allowed to
flow down some long golden hair. Per
haps instead of being delirious he was
gaining his senses. Certainly the page
was a wonderful nurse. King Luzto
was sorry to recover, but finally lie waa
well enough to sit up at the window
and look out at the glorious view of
the Apennines. 1 lie poor fellow rea
lized that tie was a prisoner, and wept
bitterly. He heard a sobbing behind
him; it was the page, sadly svmpathe
tic. "See, boy, this great beautiful
world which 1 can enjoy no longer.
Life, love, and liberty all, all are ta
ken from nie." Theu the beautiful
Lucia Vendagoli, alias the page, let
down all her back hair, and throwing
herself on his bosom, asked him if
love would console him. No one
knows what King Enzio replied, but
ttie goou priest comiug in opportunely,
married them on the spot. For the
long years of his imprisonment this
noble creature lived and wrought for
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iviiiji iu.io. one ouuioti iuagis-
trates and jailers, and carried to him
whatever of comfort aud solace his life
thereafter knew.
He left some beautiful verses in her
honor, and the noble family of the
Bcntivoglio are proud to claim descent
from Lucia Vendagoli. May they not
owe their name, which being translated
meaneth "I wish thee well," to the
whispered adieu of their roval ances
tor, as Lucia crept away from many an
interview traught with danger!
Another and a sadder story is that of
I'ropertia de Kossi, called the Sappho
of Bologna. This woman was a poet,
a sculptor, a painter, musician, and en
graver. Bologna is full of her works
now. bearing the marks of irenius every
one of them. She madly loved soine
man who did not care for her, and died
of a broken heart. The great Pope
Clement VII. expressed a wish to take
her to Koine with him, so much did he
admire her works in the church of San
Petronio. "The church holds only her
dead body," said a monk to his Holi
ness. She died that day.
The imposing Basilica of San Petro
nio contains some angels painted by
this glfbiMl mid extraordinary woman.
Her bust, HCiilptiiriHl by herself, is over
one or the doors. Her story adds
another to the many bearing this le
geud ; "A woman or genius is seldom
a happy woman. Happy they who
have no liialory."- The (liiltuij.
Hot Fullln
the students in one of our eo
leges
IIOC-
I'ro-
being lre(iienlly annoyed by the
tm nal ami inoulsitorlal vl-dts of a
fcxsoi , w ho suspected Ihein of playing
irds, one evening prepared a kettle of
mush, otherwise called hasty pudding,
mil by the lime il w as boiled, had seated
themselves around the table In the atti
tude ol card-play Ing, waiting patiently
for the well-know n step of the Profes
sor, it was no sooner heard than a
large outside pocket of one of them was
forthwith tilled with hot hasly pudding
tin! all were seated as before. As soon
as the professor had opened ),,. door,
the student who was loaded with the
niii-di, made a sudden sweep over the
table with hi-, hand, as If to gather up
the cards, ami with another morion,
apparently j.ut them into the pocket
containing the mush. These move
ments could not help Is-lng noticed, as
they were Intended to lc, by the Pro
fessor, who, considering them as a
pretty strong evidence of guilt, broke
out wiih the follow ing :
Well, young gentlemen, I've caught
you at it at last, have I
"W hv, yes, sir ; we are all here."
"So I see you are, ami you have been
ayinj; cards, too."
"No, sir, it's not so."
"It isn't, ha? What have you got in
ur pocket, young man 't
'Hot hasty pudding, sir."
"Hot hasty pudding, ha? Hasty pud-
ling, have you? I'll hasty pudding
you, said the Professor, at the same
tune thrusting his baud, half-way to
the elbow, in the hot hasty tiudiliii"'.
I'he dol iroiis looks, the shaking of
lingers, Ihr groanings, and capers of
the Professor, are better imagined than
desc rihed.
taernua Wives.
The culinary art forms of a part of i
the education of the women in Oerma- I
ny. I he well-to-do tradesman, like
ttie mechanic, takes pride in se-eing his I
daughters good housekeepers. Toef-
feet this object, the girl on leaving !
school, which she does about fourteen j
years of age, oes through the cere- i
niony of continuation, and then is i
placed by her parents with a country
gentleman, or in a large family, when;
she remains one or two years, fillinif
what may almost b termed the post
of servant, and doing the work of one.
1 his is looked upon as an apprentice
ship to domestic economy. She differs
from a servant, however, in this she
receives no wages; on the contrary,
her parents often pay for the care ta
ken of her, as well as her clothing.
1 his is the first step in her education
as housekeeper. She next passes, on
the same condition, into the kitchen of
a rich, private family, or into that of a
hotel ot good repute. Here she has
control of the expenditures of the ser
vants employed in u, and assists per
sonally in the cooking, but is always
addressed as fraulein, or miss, and is
treated by the family with deference
and consideration. Many daughters
of ' rich families receive similar train
ing, with this difference, however, that
they receive it in a princely mansion.
or a royal residence. There is a reign
ing queen in Oennany at the present
time, who was trained in this way.
Consequently, the women in (iermany
are perfect models of economy.
A Heldflberir Nanaet.
'While in lieidellerg," savfl a recent
writer in the C incinnati Gazette, "we
walked one evening up to the imposing
ruins of the old castle, and during the
hour that every one else was fascina
ted by the music in the concert grouds,
we strolled down the terrace that over
looks the old city, gray with age and
teeming with historic rendu isceuces.
The N'eckar flowing down between the
Konigsthal and the Heiligenherg, the
hills covered with vineyards, the curi
ous old bridge, the red-tiled roofs, and
the church spires were all glistening
iu the rays of the sun. As the god of
day gradually sank below the horizou
there came a soft atmospheric haze
over the scene that would have deligh
ted ttie heart ot Claude Lorraine, aud
which is often found in the lights and
shadows of his landscapes. The sky
changed from a goldeu yellow to so
brilliant a crimson that no preparation
of cinnabar could have reproduced it,
unless it be the carmine prepared by
Madame Cenetta, of Amsterdam, of so
brilliant a hue that it is paiuful to the
naked eye. Twice, while among the
Alps, we had the pure Alpine glow so
vivid and intense that the whole world
seemed clothed in crimson tire, but in
no country have we ever witnessed a
scene so grand as the one that lav be
fore us. It was a vision of enchant
ment." Muscle nnd Nteaiu.
A bundle of nntscle-iibres ias a recent
Uerinan writer puts it) is a kind of ma
chine, consisting of albuminous iuate
terial, just as steam- engine is made of
Steel, iron, brass etc., and, as in the
steam-engine, coal Is burnt in order to
produce force, so In the muscular ma
chine, fats, or hydrocarbons, are burned
for the same purpose ; and just as tho
constructive material of the engine
iron, etc., is worn away and oxidized,
the constructive material of the muscle
is worn away, and this wearing away is
the source of nitrogenous constituents
of the mine. This theory, it is asserted,
explains why, during muscular exertion-,
the excretion of urea is little or not
at all increased, while that of carbonic
acid is enormously augmented ; for, iu
a steam engine moderately fired and
ready for use, the oxidation of Iron, etc.,
would go on quite equably, and would
not be much increased by the more
rapid firing necessary for working, but
much more coal would be burued when
it was at work than when it was stand
ing idle.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT.
Sit In your own place, and no man
can make you rise.
Soft hearts often harden, but soft
heads never change.
Talent and virtue are sn frclequeiilly
hereditary than the gout.
In deception, Faith dies; Happiness
is more ciediilous than misfortune.
To conllde too much Is to put. your
lemons Into another man's squeezer.
No one can Is- happy without a friend
ami no one can know what friends he
has until he Is unhappy.
A good action is never thrown away,
and thai is why so few of them are
: seen I v ing around loose,
j We, alL See at sunset the IsMUtiful
i colors streaming all over the western
j sky, but no one eye can behold the hand
I that overturns the urns whence these
1 streams are poured.
The great U ll of China, at Pekln, Is
1 thirteen feet in diameter. The daughter
i of its founder is said to have thrown
: herself into the molten mass in order to
secure through human sacrifice, a per
fect casting.
! n a collection of fans In London, Is
. one made by a lady of Normandy. The
beautiful lace work Is woven of her
i golden hair, anil the sticks are inUld
I with delicate (Millshed crescents made
I of her linger nails.
I The successor of Lord Northbrook as
; Oovcrnor-Oencral of India, Ix)rd Lyt
! ton, is l'tler known by his hinn tie plume
(wen Meredith. He entered diplo
i matic service in his eighteenth year, at
Washington, and has Ix'en in service
! ever since, lie is now forty-five years
; ot age.
j A custom observed in many old
I French castles at this epoch Is the fete
uf the first fire. After dinner an im
mense bow 1 of punch is introduced and
the hostess invites her guests to sit
; around it;it is wet on fire, and the blue
llauies serve to light a piece of paper
I which in turn is appled to the logs, anil
j -non the chimney takes the bright as
pect it will retain for seven months.
It is Mary Murdoch Mason who di
vides her sex into three classes the
giddy butterflies, the busy Dees and the
woman's righters. The lirst are pretty
and silly, the second plain and useful,
the third mannish and odious. The
first wear long, trailing dresses and
smile at you while waltzing ; the second
I wear aprons and irive you aimle dump
lings ; and the third want your manly
prerogative, your dress coat, your
money and your vote.
Sir John Bennett, the Alderman and
well-known watchmaker in the city of
London, delivered a lecture the other
day, during which he made the follow
ing happy metaphor: "You can stop
a clock at any moment," lie said, "but
you cannot stop a watch. So it is with
the talk of men and women. Man is a
reat, ugly, coarse machine, but you
can silence him. Woman is a beauti
ful, fragile, jewtded thing but she
will run on till she stops of herself.
Imagination is central; fancy is su
perficial, fancy relates to surface, iu
w hich a great part of life lies. The
lover is rightly said to fancy the hair,
eyes, complexion of the maid. Fancy
is a wilful, imagination a spontaneous
act ; fancy, a play as with dolls and
puppets which we choose to call men
and women; imagination, a perception
and affirming of a real relation between
a thought and some material fact.
! Fancy amuses; imagination expands
and exalts us.
St. Andrew the apostle is the "patron
saint'' of Scotland. He was first a dis
ciple of St. John the Baptist, and ap
pears to have been the first to follow
Christ. Kor this reason it Is supposed
that the place of honor hits been given
to him in the Anglican prayer nook,
where he comes first of all those com
memorated. But little is known of him,
although he is believed to have suffered
martyrdom at the Patra, in Greece, A.
1). 70, by being crucified on a cross iu
the form of an X.
What folly is it, that with such care
alHiut the body which is dying, the
world which is perishing before our
eyes, time which is perpetually disap
pearing, we should so little care about
that eternal state in which we are to
live forever, when this dream is over!
When we shall have existed ten thou
sand years in another world, where
will be all the cares and fears and en
joyments of this? In what light shall
we then look upon the things which
now transport us with joy or over
whelm us with grief ?vf. Venn.
Iongfellovv was at one time a profes
sor in JBowdoin College, and the college
paper, The orient, recalls an amusing
anecdote of him. During a French rec
itation he called upon a student who
had evidently made little or no prepara
tion and was prompted by hid classmates
very audibly. The professor gave no
heed to the prompting, but let the stu
dent blunder through his paragraph,
and when the young man was seated
quietly said: "Your recitation reminds
ine of the Spanish theatre, where the
prompter plays a more important part
than the actor."
Sir Edmund Denison the designer of
tho Westminister clock, recently gave
a sort of "clinical" lecture upon it at
Loudon. The clock-room, a lofty
chamber, 28 feet by 18 feet, was well
filled. The clock was made in 1854.
The lecture was delivered from behind
tho clock Itself the frame of which is
nearly Pi feet long by 4 feet 7 Inches
wide, the flies revolving some 20 feet
overhead. The winding or the striking
part, which is done by hand, Is con
tracted for at $500 a year. It takes
place twice a week, and lasts, live hours
at each operation. The first stroke of
the hour is given when the clock reaches
the GOth second of the last minute of the
hour preceding the fourth quarter,
being let off about twenty seconds be
fore the hour, so that it has finished be
fore tho hour begins.