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The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-01-07
Modern MartyrdOm.

How easy to fret: how hard to keep
silent Every individual member of the
household feels as though he was either
gunpowder or a burning match.
1t is no easier if we, with the same
feelings, go to the kitchen followed by
two or three little restless children and
endeavor without help to get the break
fast on the table. The wood Is either in
Chunks" or else there is nothing to
burn but cOrn-cobs, and they are burnt
to ashes about as soon as the flames
touch them. The ice has all melted, the
cream is sour, and the meat spoiled.
The bread has run over the pan and
table, and is on the floor: the ants are In
the sugar-bucket, and only half coffee
enough Drowned for breakfast. The
children pull at the skirts and ask for q
"drink of water, % ''piece of bread" OF
cry from sheer WEAKNESS, and his royal
highness rushes through the hot kitchen
TO the cool parlor, wondering audibly as
he goes why it takes woman so long to
get breakfast. Then there is need Of the
charmed water Of the fairy tale, to hold
in the mouth until the nerves cease
Hu1FeTlIlg.
We have great deal of sympathy for
8 nervous, fretful, overworked woman,
and when such woman does preserve
that golden silence we feel like compar-
ing her to the martyrs of old. But, after
all, that comparison is feeble. The mar
tyrs are not to be compared to a modern,
nervous, overworked woman! What is
one stroke Of the az, Or the standing
upon pile Of burning fagots whose hot
flames in aninstant take away tine breath
so ready to be given? The being drop
ped into chaldron Of burning oil, pain
for an instant then glory forever! We
admit that one great blow requires
fortitude and courage, but you rally ali
your forces to meet it, il comes and passes
and that is the end Of it. But a trouble
that worries and battles, and stings, and
at which you strike OF. endeavor to push
aside, but it still rasps and fills You with
contempt and disgust-yes, give me my
choice. and I'd take the burning oil OF
the stroke of the ax.-Ecchange.
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He Swallowed His False Teeth.

A young man in Manchester, England,
awoke one morning to find that he had
swallowed his two false teeth. Afraid
lest he should be exposed to the ridicule
of his friends, he kept the incident, to-
gethee with the teeth, a secret, indulging
the hope that he might be able to re-
store them to their proper place. The
teeth, however, proved more stubborn
than he anticipated, and as they stuck
together with Siamese-twin-h like tenacity,
he soon found that somewhat alarming
obstacle had been set up in his throat.
In the difficulty he sought the aid OF the
Manchester Royal Infirmary physicians,
placing himself unreservedly under their
treatment. The doctors tried to sever
and crumble the teeth, so that they
would pass into the stomach, but their
efforts were futile. They did succeed in
getting them into the thorax, but the al
tered position of the teeth only served to
place the patient in more critical state,
and the operations had to be suspended.
Experiments were then made upon a
dead body with view of ascertaining
whether it would be safe to open the
chest and thorax. One surgeon who had
obtained a knowledge of the case re-
commended further operation, but the
medical staff of the infirmary advised the
young man to trust rather to his own
efforts and to have confidence. They
considered it would be dangerous for
him.to undergo further surgical treat
ment, but they thought he might safely
try to remove the teeth himself. He ap-
proved of the course suggested, and prr-
chased an instrument similar to that
which the iniirmary surgeons had been
using. For some days the pressure
caused by the application OF the in
strumeIlt was SO great that he became
unable to swallow. Nothing daunted,
he cautiously persevered, and st last
succeeded in forcing the teeth into his
stomach. Two days later he was relieved
of pain. He took the teeth in triumph
to the infrmary, and left them with feel
ings Of unspeakable Joy, to be placed
among the curiosities of the institution.
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Gone By.

The days are gone by in which a spads
might be called a spade; now, every.
things in name Clerks do not wish
to be styled clerks, pure and simple, but
to be set forth as with" AIessrs. So and
So. Bar-keepers demand to be consid-
cred in the wine business, and drivers
OF lager-beer wagons to be styled sin tbs
brewery business. No doubt by this
same token, vendors of matches ask to
be enumerated as lumber merchants:''
and loriek-layers, we are assured, con.
stantly request TO be written down as
s'Dasons and builders. Circus riders
and negro Iminstrels pretty universally
ask to be catalogued as In the dramatic
profession. Commercial travellers are
found to be variously entered as sim
perters" and ''jobbers.'". The dashing,
Il somewhat diaphanous, disguise where
BY dealers in faro banks and blacklegs
generally are prone to describe them
selves as sporting men, is not, We be-
liexe, allowed IN the census, although
between il and the foregoing the differ.
enee is perhaps only one of degree.
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Choosing a Bonnet.


Does any man realize the trials we
women have to endure under the neces-
sity fashion imposes upon us OF select
ing suitable head covering? He is
very quick to say Chow horrid you
look How in heavens name did you
come to buy such a looking thing as that
you've got on your head ?" And thinks
al we have to do is to exchange our I'M
lucky purchase for something more
suited to his taste. He never dreams
how tiresome it is to find that some
thing.
We go down town with a nice little.
sum Of money in Our purse, d,tale our
best friend along to abide by her decision
III a choice. We go to one millinery es-
adjustment, ask to see "the latest"
remove the remains of last years style
from our heads with q tenderness we
never felt for it until the present mo-
ment, take a seat, and are experimental
upon for the next half-hour. Our friend
plays a conspicuous part in the opera
ton. She has eyes "to the front of
u.s." etc., but at each article placed
above our brows shakes her head most
Overwhelmingly. Tired and disap-
pointed, we find nothing fits. whereupon
we are told by the polite French woman
waiting on us: "But madame's head so
small we ave to make something for her.
Ii she se1ec' de style, why, we can COPY
egxzatle to suit her." But madame "
finds no style becoming. Her friend
whispers to her of q place where she is
l1as q
her, and. with polite thanks to the dis
appointed little French woman, we leave
the shop II quest of new fields. We
are sorry at not having found something
at the first store. At the second we be-
gin to weaken on a certain shape we
have seen which, if made smaller, we
think would do. We appeal to our
friend. She says: Oh, never In the
first place it is an ugly color, most unbe-
coming; In the next, it is not worth
the price. . In other words, she
is sure ne would never be pleased
with it. With a poor excuse for an
amiable smile, we decide to take her
advice and not take the new shape. We
reach the next place. The door is
opened for us. We are rushed at by
smiling young woman who mechanically
asks, "Can | show yon anything /? !"
We state our errand. Once more we
were shown numerous styles until we
become so bewildered we don't know
which to choose. Once more we cock
orr head in ali positions and view that
important portion Of ourselves IN every
light. Nothing satisfies. We leave dis
couraged and go into the establishment
next door. By this time the invisible
net oyer our front hair is perfect
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avon are poino away2 had hoped

"You are going aways had hoped
you would stay with us.
Ny work here is done, Unanswered.
ST have restored you to your home, and
to-day your enemy receives the punish
ment Of his crimes. What more is there
to do?"
Nothing" she returned, brokenly,
but to forget the poor girl you have
befriended. That will be easy.
"No," he replied, earnestly, 8 so diff
cult that shall never accomplish it. To
stay as your friend is impossible. Unjust
go away and labor to crush out this long
ing, this love for You which has over
grown my whole heart, or stay to cherish
It for your sake. Tell me, dear Ada,
which must I do?"
She looked at him shyly, aud came
nearer to his side as she whispered,
90 Gtav
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boots. He would have taken his stock
ings and flannel underclothes, too but
the woman said:
"No, leave those. do not want the
child to die of cold, as our little Angelo
did In this dreadful country"
So they left those and put over them
some filthy rags, and tied on his feet
wretched shoes with the toes out, and
then the man said:
Come, you may go home now"
Little Freddy was only too glad to so,
even without his clothes.
He ran out of the room as soon as the
door was opened, and down into the
street, and there the organ man clutched
him by the arm and led him away for
block or two, and then said:
"Shut your eyes minute. little gen.
| tleman.
! Freddy did so. The man let go his
arm, and in minute, Freddy said:
| "Please, sir, mayn't I open my eyes
now2"
Nobody answered, and he opened
them. Then he saw that he was all
alone. He ran on little; and then he
began to see that he was not in any street
he knew. He had no idea where his
home was or how TO find it. He knew
he was lost, and began to cry; but he
was not taken any notice of. Il he had
been dressed as he was when he went
ont upon his own front stOop, no doubt
things would have been different; but
people only saw very ragged child
one of those who are always in the street
"a little beggar taught to cry, so that
the passers by would give him money,
perhaps
They went ON their way and did not
speak. He was hungry and tired, and
cold and frightened, and he wished,
over and over again, that he had not
left his own door; he knew all his trouble
came from that, and when at last big
policeman stopped and asked him what
was the matter, he could only cry and
say: 81 want my mother; [ want my
papa; want my home, and dinner.
And the policeman was very kind. He
!, took him in his arms and carried him
to the station-house.
"Here's another lost child" he said,
! as he sat him down.
Gentleman here just now for a lost
child, said another officer; "but it was
not child like that Had on q sealskin
overcoat and cap, and gold buttons on
his sleeves: He says his mother will die
if he's not found, and he seems nearly
crazy himself. They fear that the child
} has gone. to the river and got drowned.
] Name of Murray; little boy called
} Fred"
That's me" said Freddy. "Oh,
that's me-"
Likely" said the policeman; you
} look like one to wear a sealskin coat.
1.-THE organ grinder took it of, :" said
Fred. ooh, call my own papa. Hell
know it's his little Fred" ....
And just then some one said: "Any
news yet?" and in at the door came such
a worried-looking man., that Freddy
hardly knew him for his smiling papa;
but it was. And he knew Freddy even
in those dirty rags, and how glad they
J both were, and how glad mamma was wher
papa carried him home.
7 " [ never will run away again" sale
Fred. 81 never will be such bad boy
any more; always will mind" and he
: meant it. Catch Freddy to do anything
Z his mother tells him not to do now. HI
/ knows what comes of it too we'll
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The Poetry of Sleep.

Blake's cradle song Is very pretty, but
rather tooslong, and not too grammatical
IN the later verses
Sweet dreams, form a shade
Der my lovely infants head;
Sweet dreams Of pleasant streams
b. happy, SILENT moony beams.
Sweet sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows and infant crown;
Sweet sleep, angel Mid,
Hover Ger my happy child
There is something of the disconnect-
ed conference OF the visions of the night
in Beddoe's dream Pedlary," which
reads like memory Of poem head In
sleep;
If there. were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
some cost passing bell:
That shakes from lies fresh crown,
Only Q rose-Ieaf down.
II there were dreams to sel,
Merry and sad to tell
And the erier rang the bel,
What would you buy
But sleeper and more soothing song.
than this is Sydney DobelPs chief sue
cess IN verse, passage of drowsy and
monotonous music that rings
On the margin gray
'Twixt the souls night and day,
Singing awake away,
Into sleep.
Probably wider research than we
have made would discover many more
lullal,ies and songs of sleep, which might
make a charmed volume log wakeful
ewes. Mr.. Tennyson's cradle song in
GSea Dreams and the verses from the
= Princess -
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
with the langnid choral music of the
II .ofess Eaters, should not be omitted
Shelley's poem, "The Magnetic Lady to
Her Patient =
Sleep on. sleep on forget thy pain,
NV hand is on thy brow
would try the force OF It's mesmeric
spell. Shelley's poem on 3" Night, too,
might claim a place in volume of lul-
labies for grown-up children by virtue OF
its lines
! Thy brother Death came and cried,
"WouIdst thou me? ="
Thy sweet child Sleep the flmy-eyed,
Murmured like a noontide bee,
"Shall nestle near thy side?
Woudst thou me? and replied,
| "No, not thee -
Filicaia's ode must not be forgotten, nor
| Cowiey's, nor DenmaT's song In 1.-THE
| Sophy." But Keats sonnet may close
the list of invocations which Homer
made Hera begin:
| Oh soft enbaimer ef the still midnight
/ Shutting With careful fingers and benign
0nr gioull-pleased eyes, empowered from the Light
! EGshaded in forgetfuness divine;
I Oh soothest Sleep, if 30 it please thee, cloSs,
| In midst Of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
! Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
/ Around my bed its lulhng charities:
| Then save me, or the passed day viii shine
/ Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save ne from curious conscience that still lords
It's strength for darkness. burrOwing like mole;
Turn the key deity in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket Of my soul.
In spite of Keats, and of the prOverb
about the sleep of the just, we fancy
that conscience keeps few people awake.
Coffee 8nd overwork, and tobacco, and
the noises of the night may demand
chloral, but not conscience. Men have
lain awake, and the night has fretted
Them, but not for conscience.->Saturdoy
ReUieaC.
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An Interesting discussion.

Some modern ladies have proclaimed
the conduct of Charlotte Corday'in stab
bling a man IN his bath as shockingly
indicate. Modern modesty need not
be shocked. In the latter days Of the
old French monarchy, ladies frequently
received visitors while enjoying a bath.
But there was no improperly. They
wore bathing gowns Of the finest lawn,
trimmed with handsome Valenciennes,
and the water in the bath was made
opaque by the addition of bottle OF es-
sence, or Of jug of milk. 9 But for the
name of the thing, they were more de-
Gently clad in the bath than in the ball
rom
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Five-Minute Cali.

Out Of five-minute call, woman
will gather inspiration for good hours
speech when she gets home. She will
tell her husband-who is so interested
50 You know that Mrs. StuckUp has new
furniture, the second time within three
years, if I am not mistaken, and lace
curtains with lambrequins, and her black
81 k dress made over, and her hair done
up in new way, higher than she used TO
wtar it, not becoming a bit, and her
gll's got her hair banged, and all dressed
in white, and is going to Miss Giddi-
gurl's school in the fall, and the cooks
gone off mad. and she says she's almost
tired to death, and is going to Swamp
scott next week, and Miss Flirt is going
to have young SpoodIington after all,
and Miss Smiths going to give her q
pair Of bouquet holder, she says they're
good enough for her, she got them cheap
up to Ragshop's and Mrs. Ferguson's
got boy, lots of hair on his head, and
looks three months old everybody says,
and Steve Barker's awful dissipated they
say, and that Lovewell girls father Or
dered him out of the house, and she's
been taking on awful, and declares shs
will have him, and the Stiggenses HAYS
lost every thing, and Mrs. Smiths bought
a whole piece Of cotton, wonder where
she got the money? and" BY this
time the husband is asleep, OF has fed.
A man could never mike so much out of
Is weeks visit. Ali he would remember
would be that Browns got a pretty
wife, keeps good cigars, or some other
equally mconsequential matter.
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She said, s He viii be there
TIA f.1o sf1Sur5
,ghe s.ast FOLLY.

Women desire to be lawmakers, but
how can men consent to place the max
ing of laws into hands that are forever
playing at orDanlentation, and which,
after decorating the person beyond all
sense and health, go on, among other
nonsensical conceits, deliberately to COW
er handsome marble mantels with lam
brequins, hide finely carved brackets
under crewel work, and CAST extreme Of
folly clothe the legs Of pianos IN stun
hing pantalets /!
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And so they softly gather round;
Rapt In his tuneful trance he seems;
Ills fingers move; but not sound
A silence like the song Of dreams.
There We have heard the air. he cries,
"That brought the tears from Marian'H eyes
All, smile not at his fond conceit,
Nor deem his fancy wrought in vaini -
TO him the unreal sounds are sweet 2
No discord mars the silent strain
Scored ON life's latest, starlit page w
The voiceless melody Of age.
Sweet are the lips Of ali that sing, p
When natures music brsathes unsougft,
But never yet could voice OF string
So truly shape our tsnderest thought
As when by Hfe's deeaying fire
Our fingers sweep the stringless Tyre
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what Eour women Did.

Four sisters, the daughters OF Yer
mont farmer, were left orphans. They
had farm up in the mountains, which.
at best, yielded but q scanty income.
Their only brother was young boy, for
whom they were ambitious. With
little money and a great fund Of energy
they came to Boston. Not to put their
names on the books of some ''Woman's
Union, or semi charitable institution as
"highly-educated young ladies who
wanted lady-ike employment, and sit
about for something to turn up, finding
fault, meantime, with cold, unfeeling
world. They took q house in the bust
ness part of the city; took what boarders
they could accommodate, but made the
piece de resistance of their enterprise
day board They opened two parlors
which were for a dining-room. They
are carpeted, draped, pictre-hung and
made generally refined, and people like
to come TO them. The tables are ar
ranged with the most scrupulous neat
ness. The linen is dainty and always
fresh; the silver is bright; the details in
every respect are those Of o refined
home. The meals are not elaborate but
everything is excellent Of its kind, per
fectly cooked and perfectly served. With
the aid Of one servant these four young
women managed their establishment.
In dainty, white-ruffled aprons they
serve the guests at their table in grace
full, lady-like way that attracts people.
They have placed their young brother
in q good school; they are making a
comfortable support, and have their own
pleasant home all together. Now when
women can attain to this manner OF
common sense in their lives, which is
quite as needful as common sense in
the household" we shall not see 'sthirty
highly educated young ladies " advertised
in the morning papers Of Boston, at
loss to know what is going to become OF
them. Boston Traveller.
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ARKAys1iNs are tough. and so ore Il

ABKANs1ANs are tough, and so are the
stories they tell sometimes. Mr.. Jack
WEIGH, of that State, was driving across
bridge one night, when q gust Of wind
took his horses off their feet, upset the
wagon, and blew WEIGH himself over
the parapet. He fell sixty feet, sank to
the bottom of the river, rose, SWAN
ashore, recovered his horses, and drove
home. The little Rock Gazette vouches
for Mr. Je4k WEIGH as a ms< & habitua
ssracity.
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A Sailors Life af Sea.

In an article upon the general features
Of sailors life, published in the Boston
Commercial Bulletin, the writer says:
After the pilot leaves the vessel at the
mouth of the harbor, the captain assumes
command, then officers and crew begin
to understand each other. In olden
times it was customary for the crew and
officacs to make this day the decisive one
as TO whether the officers or men were to
''take charged
Tho most trifiing act indicative of In
snbordination on the part of the crew, or
the first hsrsh word from an officer, was
sufficient to throw ''all hands" into q
tumult-as the result Of this fresh battle
determined the character of the rule
throughout the voyage. Heaven help
the officers who are overwhelmed by the
turbulence of the crew In this, their first
encounter. Fer while the men dare not
openly disobey the orders from their of
ticers, they viii contrive to render their
obedience in such manner as to cause
their unfortunate mate the greatest
chagrin.
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GOSSIP ron THE LADIES.
What She said.

She said, 81 viii be thereln
A rose had strayed
Ont of the constant sunshine Of her hair.
kissed the rose, and murmured SIS in prayer.
She said. s. wiz be there ~
She said, 81 viii be there p
So roses fade
And words are blown into the empty air;
And yet, 80 loud that Ell the echoes heard,
She said, $ VIII be there I"
She said, s He viii be therei
It's too absurd!
The dew viii take the crimps ont Of my hair,
And, though he's crosser than Polar bear"
She said, 8 won't be thersl''
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9MARK how plain tail shall put thee
down" as the alligator said to the little
darby on the river bank.
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YoUNe Housekeeper-saThe oysters v,,,

YOU'VE Housekeeper-'eT 1.-THE oysters you
sent yesterday, Mr.. Mollusk, were
dreadful r Fishmonger-"How did ye
cook EN-, mum?" Young Housekeeper-
'.They were not cooked at all, sir; we
served them raw" Fisluonger pity
ingly)-"Loe bless you, mum, them
warn't eating oysters; they war cooking
oysters l"-Boston Commercial Bulte-
fin
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Both Englishmen and Americans can
buy their own magazines abroad little
cheaper than they can at home.
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boots. He would have taken his stock
ings and flannel underclothes, too, but