The weekly Shasta courier., 1873-01-11

iHo ihouuiaIlC HduuS only SUR the nre lit
tie more impatiently. The rheumatic limb
only cover little closer over it. A SHADOW
on the gray hair, and a slight absence o
mind in household care. q know John il
dreadful busy; God preserve him." Blu
stop" forgot to tell yees, mum, there ken
a letther for yees. Mesther Jones, the nee
Dor, fetched it till yees, as he cum airly
was afeard the childer would be afther play
in wild it, and put it behint the picter il
the parlor and what wild the scrampagin
round and round, it went clane out of m,
mind. Shall be afther gettin' it for yees?
Oh! Bridget!" is all the answer TIL
tone says all. Write the expected letters
| Write the unexpected letters. 1t is nic'
to be reminded of people, and to know tina
people remember you, upon whose memory
you have no claim.
There is the group in the rustic New
England store, standing round the stove
1t is dreary day; and some hearts are
very dreary. They have outgrown their owr
pith, and outlasted their own hopes. Others
are needless and hard, because parched
The consequential postmaster-sometimes
talkative, sometimes surly, always dignifed
puts on his steel spectacles, with relish
He fumbles among the documents He scans
the bundles of exchanges-lots of acedkiy
newspapers. "Jenks," he says, " it seems
to me that there's a letter come for you.
Your name is Jenkins jerks, amt it =
looking at the seedy individual searchingly
not through the spectacles, but over them
that he may not claim any jerks but the
right jerks. "Yes," he says obviously, +"
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some mistake. There amt no letter comm
to me. Amt nobody writes to me. What
would anybody write to me for ?"-he adds
half scared, half sad don't owe nobody
anything !" oval, don't see any letter. .
says the sapient postmaster. elf there was
one, it had ought to be on that shelf, where
it belongs. Seemed to me did see one
Sure enough, here it is, on the floor. For
you, jerks" "For me ?" says jerks, scep-
tically. And now the tables are turned
Great severity in the postmaster's tone and
| glance. Y our name is Jenkins jerks
amt it +" sharply. well, then, you just
take that letter, if you are agoin' to- u
jerks takes it, twrls it between thumb
and finger, looks at it on each corner
slowly opens it, and his wrinkled features
rustic out of their rigidity. why, it's
from George Robbins way down to Cal
iforny." Why! what on airth he has
been writing to me. Why" to the inter
ested group of listeners, "you remember
Robbins? Him and me was boys togeth
er. He's a rich man now-they all gi
rich down to Californy. Who'd have
thought of his remembering me ?" And
here he is writing all about the old elm
tree I; and the pond where we caught the
swapping turtles and that time we share(
our dinner basket in the lane. Precious
hungry'-so We was! Tasted good
guess it did Why, Robbins is jest th'
same not mite spilled. Strange tina
he should think of writing to me-" Ant
Jenkins jerks smiles, but there are tear
in his eyes. jenkins jerks walked out o
that store, happier, healthier, larger-heart
ed, and longer-lved, for that letter. Writ
the unlookedfor letters. Write home
write home.
Write letters of the Pdst-no laboret
intelligence. They get that in the news
papers. Your death they will get there a!
also your marriage, and the like. Writ,
words of remembrance, that shall call up tn,
early days. Put in the photographs the,
are the real tracts to distribute" The.
show what time has done, to waste and wear
They showwhat survives the wear and waste
of time. The best sermons these that yol
can preach. Make presents send souvenir
if only pebble from your gardenwalk
only leaf from your tree. 1t costs little
it counts much. Write home; write home
Write from home, ye beloved You neet
not tell us news of the election, nor remint
us: "Suppose you have heard all about th,
great fire." OF course we have. Write tt
US of the dumb creatures we used to know
if any of them survive. Give US some in
telligence of the favorite tree. Tell US tina
you went where we used to gather nuts
Send US picture of the old barn-eaves, jus
as dropping as they are. Take US back t.
the playground. Show US the light ant
shadow on our mothers grave. Write u
home-like things, from home.
But write home. Write home. There i
a home at hand. There is homestea,
where they re-assemble. 1t is their Christ
mas time and Thanksgiving Day in one. !
is their New Year, that shall never be old
There is a postal department under th
Creators hand. His government takes tn
hearts letters, to convey them, overland
mai-ah, how safely crossing the hemountain
stepped in fog, along the highway tina
climbs the stars. Write home! Writ
home :" Etc, )" in Overland for January
That was a sad ending of the Coliseum
and the great Jubilee when Mr.. Bird (al
omnous name for Boston), with his littl
hammer, knocked down the gigantic struct
ure and its various appointments to th,
highest bidders on Saturday last. Through
its rude arches, and among the futterins
decorations, the voice of the auctioneer re
sounded, "going, going" and 3,500,000 fee
of lumber and ten tons of bolts and nails
which had been put together at cost o
S25O,000, went for Sl0,500. Decorations
which cost $4,000, were sold for $3.50, ant
settees. chars, lead pipe, ETC., swelled tn,
"demnition total " TO SI3,662 s5 There i
one consolatory consideration mingling will
our sympathy for that executive committe
in its hard experience-it will never do 8,
again. Gilmore himself has had his fill O
jubilee.
A sad story is told concerning 300 Italial
emigrants-men, women and children-wh'
recently landed in New York. They hat
been gathered from various Italian village
by bogus agents, under the pretense tina
they were to be sent to Buenos Ayres, whicl
was represented as a sort of paradise. The,
sailed from Naples the latter part of October
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