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Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-06-23

President and Mrs. Cleveland
will attend the commencement ex-
ercises Of the University of Vir-
ginia on June.27.
Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-06-23
Everything is Booming
PATE & Mason 5!

Crowds are calling daily TO SEQ
the wonderful bargains and attrac-
tions which rapidly follow one ain.
other at this old and reliable FIRM
at Leemont. A new and careful
selected line of
Summer DRY Goods
has just been received. We pre-;
sent an array of material THAT is
entirely different from anything
heretofore offered. Quality and
quantity are both combined in ev;
cry department..
a few items OF our large stock
only can he enumerated, and invi-
ting YOU to call and see the cheap,
prettJ and many useful goods we
have to show you, desire to ca |
your attention to the following
Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-06-23
MRs. O. D. DOUGHTY
fashionable
Iressnaker and MillilGr,
prNEnTEAGIrE. VA.
PuNGoTEAGuE, VA.

Assisted by a corps of competent
young ladies is prepared to please
every one, and on he most reason
able terms, in either line of her bus.
mess Everything novel and at
tractive will he found in her millin.
cry department to snitthe feminine
taste, and tit in either branch Of
her business will lie guaranteed ac-
cJrtling to latest styles.
Cutting done by the S. I. Taylor
system.
Will open outnew stock, Monday,
May 18th.
Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-06-23
CLOTHING, HATS and SHOES.

We will not have the presnmp-
ton to tell you that we have an
.sendless Variety or detail to You
our especial advantages" in select
ing goods. Suffice to say that we
are Young men, have a new loca-
tiOn. and new stock Of goods THAT
MUST BE SOLD, and for the CASH
VERY CHEAP. We have .pecu-
liar weakness" fortbat commodity.
cash buyers have us "on the hip"
Neighb0rs and friends come out
and see us anu see five can't sell
you what you want without going
so far. If You haven't any "cash"
just now, bring your old hens, eggs,
feathers. old rags, corn,
or anything else you walt to trade.
We very respectfully ask yon to
come out and sce us.
Very respectfully yours,
Barnes & Reason.
GARGATHA P.O.,
Accomac county, Va.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
HOW TO PET CANARIES.

Says writer on canaries: "In this way
1 answer the question of how had such
luck with BIRDS Simply by allowing the
birds to attend to their own affairs, and
by letting them understand that their
mistress would never harm them. Also
by accustoming them to plenty of light
and air and company, rather than, as rec
commended in books, keeping the cage in
a dark room for fear of frightening the
birds. Make just half of the fuss direct
ed in bird-books over the matter, and you
will have double the success in raising
birds. Never give them sugar, but all
the red pepper they will eat. 1t is the
best thing for them. And il your bird
feels hoarse at any time, put piece of
fat salt pork in the cage and see how the
little fellow will enjoy it, and listen for
the result. Give him faxseed once in a
while, and if he appears dumpy occasion
ally give him diet of bread and water
with red pepper sprinkled in. Open the
cage and give your pets the freedom of
the room; soon they will come at your
call and fly to meet you whenever your
voice is heard.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
MEMORY.

There is a vast difference between
training ones memory and burdening
ones memory. 1t is well to learn to re-
tain in ones memory that which it is
peedful to have always Immediately in
mind. 1t is not well to tax ones memo
ry with the retention of a mass Of materi-
al which one can easily refer to in avail
able volumes. The mental powers have
their limits; and il they are set merely, or
chiefly to the work of memorizing, they
cannot be fresh and free for other and
more important uses. He who has the
most to do in the realm of thought and
mental production will not attempt to
pack the contents Of his library into his
memory. He will rather train his mem
DRY to show him where in that library, to
find the facts and other material to which
he has need to refer. The brain is too
precious an agency to be used merely as
storehouse. Even if one of us could re.
member every important fact or thought
which ever came into his mind, he would
be unwise to try to do 80. He needs his
brain power for better work than thst.
Deciding what is best to fasten in the
memory is more important matter than
merely holding in the memory whatever
enters the minds. s Times.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
A GREEN MOUNTAIN CORN
FIELD.

From my inn l had walked eastward
for perhaps mile; then at the little
scboolhouse had taken cross-road,
which presently began to climb. After
leaving two or three cottages behind me
Zone Of them Boosting the singalarity of
paint, 1 came to another, which appear ed
to be the last, as the road not far be-
yond struck into the ancient forests.
First, however, it ran up to a small
plateau, where, out of sight from the
house lay a scanty quarter of an acre,
in which, under none too favorable con-
ditions, the old parable, "First the blade,
then the ear, then the full corn in the
ear" was in the primary stage OF a
fresh fulfllment. The ground was but
newly cleared, and the brambles still
felt the mselves it's true and rightful pos
SCISSORS. Who was this puny-loOking,
good-sor- nothing foreigner, that they
should be turned out of house and home
for his accommodation? So they seemed
to be asking among themselves, as they
lifted up their heads here and there in
the midst of the pale green shoots. The
crows, on the other hand, bade the new
conner welcome,-as the wolf welcomes
the lamb. Against these hungry lovers
of his crop (who loved not unwisely,
but too well), the farmer had fenced
his field with a single string, stretched
from corner to corner. He must put ex'
traordinary faith in the consideratsness
of the birds, looker-on might think;
such q barrier as this could be, at the
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
CAT HOME" TO THE POOR.

1t IL pity that people who really
mean kindly to the poor 30 seldom rea-
lize what the observance of the small
courtesies of life mean to them. The
welcoming hsnd-shske; the admittance
into the house; the dainty serving of del
icately cooked food, be it ever so simple:
the introduction of friends by name or
title; the flower decorated table; the care
which will wish to show the guests the
products of travel, or the special favorites
among the art treasures all these things
are what makes the party enjoyable; in
short, the sharing of the best of all that
is pleasant with those who have the least
of the goods of this world.
at certainly is an internal row, but /
suppose they will think it music" said
the eldest son of the house where, on a
golden summer afternoon, some East
Londoners were being received in the
garden. But why, because people are
poor, should they think an internal row"
music? "They have ears to hear, let
them hear" not the coarse loud sounds
of blatant, out of-tune. cheap brass
band, but the best mu sic that voice or
instrument can make, which is capable
of lifting and leading even the most close
ly confined of dingy court denizens "to
the edge of the infinitude. and for mo-
ment to gaze into it." "And suppose,
when the poor people come, you take out
all these nice chairs and touches and
things, and put in forms?' asked we'll
meaning would-be philsnthropist; and his
question was, perhaps, prompted by feel
ing not very far removed from that which
makes the rich host disincliped to sit
and take his meal with his poor guest, or
which instigates such remark as, Let
me see, what have you got; mince-p pie,
sausage-roll, cake? Oh, but you haven't
got your turnover, or sandwich, and crack
erl I'll go and get them" and off she bus
tied, torgetful of the establishment that
would be felt if the butler at her fathers
house Intercepted one Of the dinner par
ty guests in the same way, or insisted on
piling simultaneously the same plate
with fish, entrees, game and ice-pudding,
for fear that each guest would not get
the portion allotted to him-The Wo-
mans World for June.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
IMPRESSIONS OF A DAY.

That was noble advice which Charles
Kingsley gave when he said: "Try if you
can, not to pass day without either
reading q beautiful poem. or hearing q
beautiful song, or seeing a beautiful
picture"
We venture to think this may be i'm.
proved upon, for it relates to the culture
OF self and of our receptive faculties. But
it is more blessed to give than to receive.
30 we would say, let us try not to pass a
day without doing some beautiful deed
of love, however humble; without saying
some beautiful word of kindness, how
ever quiet or unostentatious, or without
showing others the beautiful picture of
consistent character. 30 we shall be
writing poems for God, not only reading
mems poems; composing songs for an
gels, not only bearing for our pleasure;
and painting pictures for eternity; not
merely contemplating fading pictures of
time.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07

most, nothing more than polite hint of
ownership, q delicate reminder against
thoughtless trespassing, a courteously in
direct suggestion to such as needed not
a physical, but only a moral restraint.
Or one might take it as an appeal to
some known or fancied supersti tiousness
on the crows part; as il the white cord
we're q king of fetch, with which they
would never presume to meddle. But
the rustic would have laughed at all such
far-fetched cocBneyish differences. This
strange-seeming device of his was SIM
ply an attempt to take the suspicious in
their own suspiciousness; to set before
Corvus hindrance so Enthusiastically in.
sufficient that he would mistrust it ss
cover for some deep-laid and deadly
plot. Probably the scheme had not
been crowned with complete success in
the present instance, for from q pole in
the middle of the enclosure dead crow
was dangling in the breeze. This was a
more business-like signal than the other:
even a cockney could hardly be in
doubt as to its meaning; and the farm
or, when 1 after wards met him, assured
me that it had answered its purpose to
perfection. The crow is nobody's fool.
"Live and learn" is his motto: and he
does both, but especially the former, in
a way to excite the admiration of all dis
interested observers. In the long strup-
gle between human ingenuity and COR
vine sagacity, it is doubtful which has
thus far obtained the upper hand. Nor
have l ever quite convinced myself
which OF the contestants has the better
case. "The crow is a thief" the plant
or declares; che should confine himself
to wild diet, or else SOW his own gar
den." Eyes, yes" Oorvus makes re-
ply; but if 1 steal your corn, you first
stole my land" Unlike his cousin. the
raven,-who, along with the Indian, has
retreated before the pale face,-the crow
Is no ultra-conservative. Civilization and
modern ideas are not in the least dis
tasteful to him. He has an unfeiRned
respect for agriculture, and in fact may
be said himself to have set up as gentle
man-farmer, letting out his land on
shares, and seldom failing to get his full
half of the crop; and, like the shrewd
manager that he is, he insures himself
against drought and other mischances
by taking his moiety early in the season.
AS I plant no acres myself, 1 perhaps
find it easier than some Of my fellow. citi-
zens to bear with the faults and appre-
ciate the virtues of this sable aboriginal.
Long may he live, say, this true lover
of his native land, to try the patience and
sharpen the wits of his would-be exter-
Observation-Disclosures Torrey IN july At
ldntic.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON
According to Catholic legend, st.
George was born in Cappadocia, and
early in the fourth century came to Lydia
in quest OF chivalrous adventure. For
this great saint was the noblest and
bravest knight-errant the ranks of chiv-
airy have ever known, and the fame of
his prowess in arms We'd with the glory
of his virtue, and made his name terror
to all evil. doers the wide world over.
In Lydia there was in those days a
city called Silena, near whose walls
lay great lake, inhabited by mon
strous and fearsome dragon. Many re-
doubted knight had fallen in conflict wi III
this terrible beast, none had obtained the
least advantage over it; and now for a
long time it had laid waste and ravaged
all the country around, no man daring to
attack or hinder it. Every day, for many
a long year past, the miserable inhabit-
ants of Silena had offered up to the
dragon q certain number of sheep or
kline from their herds, SO that at least the
monster light be appeased without the
sacrifice of human life. At last all the
hocks and kline were devoured, and the
towpspeople found themselves reduced
to a terrible strait. The dragon be-
sieged the walls of the city and infected
the air with his poisonous breath, so
that many persons died as though smit-
ten by peetilence. Then, in order to
save the people, lots were cast among all
those who had children, and he to whom
the die fell was forced to give son or
daughter to the monster. This terrible
state of things had already continued for
some time, when one day the fatal lot
fell to the king, none being exempted
from the tax.
Now the king had an only child, fair
and virgin daughter. To save her from
SO horrible doom he offered to any man
who would redeem the tax his crown, his
kingdom, and all his wealth. But the
people would hear OF no exchange. They
demanded that the king should bear the
stroke of fate in common with the mean
est citizsn. Then the king asked for a
reprieve of eight days to lament his
child and prepare her for her death.
Meanwhile, the dragon, Infatuated at the
unusual delay, hung continually about
the city gates, expecting his victim, and
poisoned all the eentinels and men-at-
arms who guarded the walls. Wherefore
the people sent messengers to the king and
reproached him for his faint
"Why," said they, "do you suffer your
subjects to die for your daughters sake9
Why doom us to perish daily by the
poisonous breath of the dragon?"
Then the king. perceiving that he could
put off the evil hour no longer, clad his
daughter in royal apparel, embraced her
tenderly and said, "Alas my dear child,
1 thought to see my race perpetuated in
thine heirs; hoped to have welcomed
princes to thy nuptials; but now thou
must perish in the flower Of thy youth,
sacrifice to this accursed monsterl Why
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
THE CULTIVATION OF ASPARA-
GUS.

No matter how much care has been
given to the proper planting iof aspara-
gus, it is easy to injure, if not to render
worthless, the best bed by beginning to
cut too early, and by cutting too late.
In planting we have, says the Indiansp-
oils Sentinel, advired to set strong, Wig
orous roots, each with many good strong
buds. The future treatment of these
plants should be to keep the roots strong,
and to keep them so well supplied with
buds that part OF them, or the shoots
of them, may be cut awsy without in
jury. It we draw water away from a
cistern we provide means of refilling it
The asparagus root is like cistern; we
draw upon it by cutting the shoots; and
we replenish it by allowing the green
tops to grow and to form buds to lie dor
When new bed has been planted, the
advice is given not to cut it till the third
or even the fourth year, in order that
each root may get 30 strong that it will
stand the annual cutting, The best and
most productive bed ever made may be
ruined by cutting it too late in the sea-
SON. For family beds the advice is given
to stop cutting when green pears come.
The grower on the large scale for market
judges by the character of his crop when
to cease cutting. In no other garden
crop do we make so permanent an invest
ment as in asparagus; aside from the
first cost, we invest three weeks of time
and care; but il we manage properly the
returns continue through an indefinite
number of years and are paid each
spring. No garden should be without
an asparagus bed.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
FIDELITY IN LITTLE THINGS.

Greatvirtues are rare; the occasions for
them are very rare; and when they do
occur we are prepared for them; we are
excited by the grandeur Of the sacrifice;
we are supported either by the splendor
OF the deed in the eyes Of the world, or
by the self complacency that we expert.
ence from the performance of an uncom-
mon action. Little things are unfore-
seen; they return every moment; they
come in contact with our pride, our indo-
lence, our haughtiness; our readiness to
take offense; they contradict our inclin-
ations perpetually. 1t is, however, only
by fidelity in little things that true and
constant love to God can be distinguished
from passing fervor Of spirit.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07

POETRY OF ANIMATE NATURE.
Since nature, writes Edith nj. Thomas
in the June Book Buyer, is SO broad and
SO deep, 30 general and so particular, so
infinitely great and so infinitely small,
we do we'll to remember that the warm
est, mott constant lover is limited in his
capacity for knowledge and appreciation.
Nor can we be quite sure that mans in
telligence toward nature is at every point
superior to that of his humble fellow
creatures, the dumb animals. BY how
much were we gamers could we but come
at the private observations and reflections
of those privileged but silent pensioners
of nature, the beasts and birdsl Who
could read us so sweet PREDICTION on
the pastoral fields as the gentle, Juno
eyed Great ure whoruminates in them from
sunrise to dew-fall, and all through the
night hours to daylight again? How 1
would love TO hear the bobolink speak
out boldly, and tell us about the delicious
privacies of the Jons meadow, in which
he has his undiscoversble nest, and whose
floating superficies is made up of panni-
cled grasses, tringed daisies, buttercups,
with dash here and there of dappled
gypsy hliesl Who could give 80 well the
inventory of the cabinet curiosities on
the lake beach as could that toiling lit
tie specialist, the tip-up, who in forever
patrolling and peering along the wet
single? / am not ashamed to own that
l would like to know what truth the crsw
fish finds at the bottom of his we'll in
midsummer, or what cool, liquid, never
rolled contemplation dwells in the breast
OF the water-rat whom lately saw swim
ming with a sheat Of green stuff in his
mouth, and phenomenally disappearing
under the cresk-bank. Oh, for half an
hours intelligent eavesdropping at the
beehive, or to overhesr the golden specu-
lations of the humming laborers who
work all day in the mealy drift of the
maize.howerl II the chipmunk would
but open TO us his budget OF arboreal
gossip and then. il we could but learn
from the bill Of the hermit thrush the
diviner secret counsels Of the torestl
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
HOW WERE THE PYRAMIDS
BUILT?

The answer to this question is beyond
modern conjecture, SO imperfect is our
understanding of The extent OF the me-
ehanical knowledge of the sncisnts.
Their appliances are believed to have
been Of the simplest order, and the i'm
plements exceedingly crude, and yet they
were able to convey these enorn Gus
blocks of stone for vast distances, over
routes most difficult and having accom-
plished this, to raise them to great height
and fit them IN place without the 81 / of
either cement or mortar, to cover up the
errors of the ston scutter. How all this
was done is one Of the enigmas of mod
ern science says the Trade Supply Neaos.
1t has been generally believed that in-
clined planes of earth were used to ena-
BILE the workmen to raise the huge
stones to their places, the earth being
cleared away atterwsrd. But it is possi-
BILE chat the Rncients had a more extend
ed knowledge'ot mechanical powers than
we usually give them credit for snd that
they made use of machinery very much
like that employed by moderns in lifting
great weights. Large cavities are found
in some of the stones of the pyramids,
which may have been worn by the foot
of a derrick turning in them. That
there we're enormous numbers of men
employed in the building Of these an
Gent structures is well known. These re-
suits of their great aggregated strength
we see, but they left no record of the
means by which this strength was TO
cused and brought most effectually TO
bear on their mighty tasks.
The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-07
ghe Hone Pa9e.
THE RETURN OF THE DEAD.
BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.

Low hung the moon, the wind was still,
AS slow climbed the midnight hill,
And passed the ruined garden DER,
And gained the barred and silent door;
Sad welcomed by the lingering rose
That, startled, shed it's waning SHOWS.
The bolt flew back with sudden clang.
/ entered; wall and rafter rang.
Down dropped the moon, and, clear and high
September's wind went wailing by.
"Alas!" sighed. 'the love and glow
That lit this mansion long ago."
And cropping up the threshold stair,
And past the chambers. cold and bare,
1 sought the room where, glad, of yore,
We sat the blazing fire before.
And heard the tales father told,
Till glow was gone and evening old.
Where were those rosy children three?
The boy beneath the moaning sea;
Sweet Margaret, down where violets hide,
Slept tranquil by that fathers side;
And 1. alone, pilgrim still,
was left to climb the midnight hill.
NY hand was on the latch, when, 10!
Twas lifted from within. l know
1 was not wild, and could dream!-
Within saw the wood fire CLEAN,
And smiling. waiting. reckoning there,
NY father in his ancient chair.
Oh. the long rapture, perfect rest!
As close he clasped me to his breast,
Put back the braids the wind had blown,
Said had like my mother grown,
And babe me tell him, frank as she,
All the long years had brought to me.
Then by his side, his hand in mine,
tasted JOY serene. divine;
And saw my griefs unfolding fair
AS flowers in Junes enchanted air;
So warm his words, so soft his signs,
Such tender love-light in his eyes.
o Deathl' cried, "if these be thine,
For me the asphodels entwine!
Fold me within thy perfect calm!
Leave on my lips the bliss of balml
And let me slumb Der, pillowed low
With Margaret, where the violets blow"
And still we talked; DER cloudy bars
Orion bore his pomp of stars;
Within the wood fire fainter glowed,
Weird on the wall the shadows showed.
Till, in the east, pallor born,
Told midnight melting into morn.
IT is true, his rest this many year
Has made the village churchyard dear.
IT is true, his stone is craven fair
Here lies, remote from mortal care
cannot tell how this may be,
But well l know he talked with me.