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Year: 1879

MT. Lambie, engineer for the s. P. k h- arrived on the 18th to put up a steam pump, as reserve in case the preseBI one should break down, or in case of ire II is intended for the same purposes He the one BOW in operation, is about t5e same size and will be located on the east side of tue bridge, near the present sue. ton.
Year: 1879

I1ey want to have medira! socIety in Tucson and call is out in the Citizen for a meeting of tie physicians of that place to prevent unauthorized persons from the prsctice Of medicine and surgery" A good idss
Year: 1879

When Vidal, one of the most distinguished
sculptors of France, became suddenly blind
he refused TO credit the assertion of his ply.
sician that the terrible aifliction must be a
permanent one. For awhile he fought the
disease and the doubt with the most heroic
determination and when at last he was
obliged to accept the medical diagnosis as
correct, he gave in like brave man. You
will find, said the doctor, that your other
senses will become more acute, especially
the sense of feeling. If you persist in your
art with half the courage and resolution
that you have shown in fighting me, you
will become as famous without your eyes as
you would have been with them" So Vidal
gratitied and soothed, went to work, and
kept at work. The education of the sense
OF feeling, even quickened as it was by the
destruction OF the optic nerve, was a most
difficult undertaking, and to a man of less
patience aud courage would have been i'm
possible, When after considerable patience
he found that he could see little with his
fingers" his delight was unbounded. " Per-
haps," he said, "the good God is to give
me ten eyes instead of two, and if this is
so, what will not do to deserve them 2"
Time that tries all things, and settles all
things, proved that this hope was not un-
founded, and it came to pass that Vidal
could not only do better work than he ever
did, but was a more competent critic of his
neighbor's work than when he could use his
eyes. "Keep still, now," the artists say,
4" Vidal is about to feel OF my statue r. and
this means to them everything that is cor
rect in art Judgment. vidal's favorite sub
jects are animals, aud since his blindness
he has received more than one medal from
the Salon for his wonderful power and skill
in modelling. Vidal's labors and experience
should be comfort to his brothers and sis.
ters all over the world. Like him, they
should say, thankfully, Perhaps the good
God will give me ten eyes instead of two."-
Zion's Herald.
Year: 1879

The work was experimental with the
sculptor, but what labor of thought, and
care and enthusiasm, what trembling ex-
citement, that forgot time and did not think
IL labor, while he sought TO give form to the
ideal that was in vision before him. So I
think that 1t was with those young parents
as they wrought upon the exquisite and
Immortal material which God had put in
their hands to form into grace and beauty.
Yes, 1t was experimental but what prayer
ful and even fearful work it was, what a
world OF thought and care, what earnest
| ness and absorbing devotion was given TO il
Ah, there was the genius of parental love,
all vitalized and made divinely skilfu TO
produce result which should be a ioy to
them forever


They had, think, an ideal child before
them, born of their study of Gods Word,
perhaps dimly seen in the form and features
of the child Jesus, aud, perhaps, all uncon.
sciously to themselves, they were seeking 10
embody il in the child which Law nesting in
their arms. At all events, am sure that
their child-training had design in it. It was
not random and thoughtless work. II
might seem, and one might speak of it, as
an experiment, but it was steady and care
ful reaching after fondly cherished form.


Some parents who read this will under
stand what mean, and will perhaps see an
intense meaning in the life of their first.
born, and meaning in the work which they
did in those inexperienced days. Some, pos
sibly will not understand it. They have
never had any real design in their child
training, have had no ideal from which they
have sought to make real. But they have
never known what God has given them to
do.- Christidn Union.
Year: 1879

ave oldest children OF the family have
been in an unfortunate position. All the
experiments were tried on us. The Younger
children reaped the benefit Of any possible
mistakes, because they were not repeated on
them" So said one of my neighbors, the
other day, TO me. Father and mother were
capital workmen as we are willing to &C.
knowledge, and as you can see," he added,
with a mock gravity and complacency.
You have only to look on these finished
and beautiful pieces of work which you be-
hold in my sister and myself to understand
their skill. But, ah, you do not know what
we suffered in the process II has often re-
minded me of that celebrated oculist who,
on being complimented on very delicate
operation which he had skillfully performed,
replied; Yes, it was done nicely, and, as
you see, easily but do not show the hatful
Of eyes that | spoiled while learning how
to do it,"


The young joker did not mean all that
his words implied but he felt, and knew,
that there was a substratum of truth in
what he said. Young parents are, by the
nature of the case entirely unskilled-at
least, entirely inexperienced In the matter OF
child.training, and, OF course, to a certain
degree, the work must be somewhat expert
mental. They have qualities, it may be, as
young parents, which specially fit them for
the task which is given them to do, but
they enter upon it as untried workmen
What marvel, then, it is that they often do
the work so well


My young nephew and his sister, the old.
est Of their family, are indeed sweet aud
beautiful specimens of work, and there was
as much truth in his jestingly made refer
ence TO themselves, as In the remark which
he made about the experiment made upon
them.


1t reminded me of an incident of few
evenings since. ] stood by the side of one
OF the most eminent sculptors of our country,
and he was showing me the first work which
had come from his hand. II was an ex-
quiste figure of baby boy. lie said that
it had faults, but could see none. The
face was angelically human, the dimpled
shoulders, the sofuy-rounded muscles OF in
fancy were there, aud could almost see the
warm blood tinting the white marble, all
instinct with life. 1t was dream of beauty,
and | marveled as he told me II was his
first work, He showed me other forms that
will live forever in my memory, but none
that will abide more sweetly there than that
first production OF his genius. So think
these elder children OF my brother aud sister
stand among the group which, with an
uncle's partiality, | admire and love 80 well.
Year: 1879

There is an Eastern story of sultan
who oversight himself, so as not to awaken
at the hour of prayer. So the Devil came
and walked him, and told him to get up and
pray. "Who are you :" said the sultan
"Oh, no matter" replied the other. "My
act is good, is it not :? No matter who does
the good action, so long as it is good"
Yes" replied the sultan, "but | think
you are Satan. know your face you have
some bad motive" But" says the other,
=" | am not so bad as am painted You see
| have left off my horns and tail. am
pretty good fellow, after all. was an an
gel once, and still keep some of nv orig
inal goodness" THAT'S all very WE'LL" re-
piled the sagacious and prudent caliph,
but you are tempter; that's your bust
ness; and wish to know why you want
me to get up and pray" "Weil," said the
Devil, with flirt of impatence, "if you
must know, will tell you. If you had
slept and forgotten your prayers, you would
have been sorry for it afterward, and peni-
tent but If you go on, as now, and do not
neglect single prayer for ten years, you
will be so satisfied with yourself that it will
be worse for you than if you had missed
one sometimes and repented of it. God
loves your fault mixed with penitence more
than your virtue seasoned with pride''
Year: 1879

Count what ? Why, count the mercies
which have been quietly falling in your
path through every period of your history.
Down they come every morning and even
ing, angel messengers from the Father of
lights, to tell of your best friend in heaven.
Have you lived these years wasting mercies,
treading them beneath your feet, and con-
Stunning them every day, and never yet real
lied whence they came -? If you have,
heaven pity you You have murmured un-
der your atiliction but who has heard you
rejoice over your blessings? Do you ask
what are these mercies Ask the sunbeam,
the rain-drop, the star, or the queen of
night. What is life but mercy What is
the propriety of stopping to play with a
thorn bush when you may just as well pluck
sweet flowers and eat pleasant fruits
Happy is he who looks at the bright side of
life, of providence, of revelation; who avoids
thorns and sloughs until his Christian
growth is such that, if he cannot improve
them, he may pass them without injury.
Count mercies before you complain of afilic-
Year: 1879

My good brother, will you bring your
church record and let me look il over with
you Yes, | see the stars after the names
of some who have fallen peacefully asleep in
Jesus. These are the names of your elders
and your deacons and your faithful helpers.


They are in their places on the Sabbath


You know where to put your hand on them
during the week but are there no names
on this record of those who have gone out
from your midst-of a young man who has
gone to the gold mines or the prairies or the
oil country II is Just as | thought--here
is one. lie started for the oil country six
months ago, and when he started you said
to yourself he will be back before long. We
have few enough names on our roll now. |
will advise him not take a letter for the
present. He starts off with your faithful
and loving words of advice ringing in his ear.
Now | will ask you question, with your
permission. 1t may prove painful one for
you to answer. Where is that young man
now? You do not know Then | must
show you. Come with me. This is our sta
ton. 1t is the second largest town in the
northern oil regions. 1t is the silent hour
of midnight. We shall find him without
fail. Do not shrink back because you hear
wild music and the sound of the flying foot
OF the dancers, but enter the door. There
he is. You do not recognize him 2 1t is
not strange, for his face is flushed with poi
soned beer. He is yonder with his arm
around the waist of prostitute. Restrain
yourself, my dear brother, and answer one
more question. How far are you response.
BILE for this If you had urged him to take
church letter, it might have been avoided.
If you had written to some clergyman in
the oil country and told him to look out for
the young man, it might have been avoided.
My knowledge of such cases has led me to
lay it down as demonstrable proposition
that pastor is guilty of deep wrong when
he lets one of his flock go to new home for
even six months without insisting upon his
or her taking church letter, and also writ
ing to the pastor of the church whittier the
lamb may be going, urging him in Gods
name to be on the lookout You imagine
the first thing the young traveller will do
will be to look up church and rent pew.
In that you are mistaken.-Zion's Herald.
Year: 1879

The triumphs of truth are the most glori-
ons, chiefly because they are the most blood
less OF all victories, deriving their highest
lustre from the number OF the saved, not
of the slain.
Year: 1879


Beneath the moonlight and the snow,
Lies dead my latest year
The winter winds are waiting low
Its dirges in my ear.
grieve not with the moaning wind,
As If a loss befell
Before me, even rs behind,
God is, and all is well.
His light shines on me from above,
His low voice speaks within
The patience Of immortal love
Outwearying mortal sin.
Not mindless of the growing years
Of care and loss and pain,
My eyes are wet with thankful tears
For blessings which remain.
If dim the gold of life has grown,
will not count it dross,
Nor turn from treasures still my own
To sigh for lack and loss.
The years no charm from nature take;
As sweet her voices call,
As beautiful her mornings break,
As fair her evenings fall.
Love watches o'er my quiet ways,
Kind voices speak my name,
And lips that find it hard to praise,
Are slow at least, to blame.



Let winds that blow from heaven refresh,
Dear Lord, the languid air;
And let the weakness OF the flesh
Thy strength Of spirit share.
And II the eye must fail Of light,
The ear forget to hear,
Make clearer still the spirits sight,
More fine the inward earl
Be near me In mine hours of need,
To soothe, or cheer, or warn;
And down these slopes Of sunset lead
As up the hills Of mornl Selected.
Year: 1879

A Cincinnati youth visiting New York says everything you buy at retail there is twenty per cent. cost and eighty per cent. profit. He says: "No lady is con- sidered we'll dressed in New York if she goes out for a promenade without her pup. Some lead the brutes by string or ribbon, but the general style is to carry the shaggy, watery-eyed brutes in their arms. Your true New York woman dotes more on her dog than she dotes on her diamonds, and no wonder, for every body is expected to notice the poodle. Even the swelIs are running wild on the custom, and drag dogs around as proud ly as though they (the dogs, of course, ) were national banks. At the hotel to- day the elevator-boy opened the door on one of the floors in answer to call of the indicator. Straightway there popped In a shaggy-looking Spitz terrier, the ugliest canine ever saw. There was 8 string to his neck, but the elevator boy, not noticing it, banged the door shut and began to descend. The frightened string began to elevate the dog just as terrible chatter came Fin from the hall way. The boy turned pale at his mis- take, and hastened to open the door, when the young man at the other end of the string sprang in, caught his pup to his heart, and indignantly turned upon the offender with: 'Ah, my deah fellah, couldn't you wait till we both entahed |? In a deuced hurry you are.'"
Year: 1879

Burns.-The best application for a burn IS liniment made of lime-water and oil, beat together till it looks like butter melted to dress vegetables for the table. It matters not whether common lime or the chloride of lime is used, and either sweet-oil or linseed-oil will answer. Wrap the burned part in fine linen covered with this mixture, and cover thickly on the outside with raw cotton to exclude the air. Open it but once in tWenty-four hours, and then carefully soak of the rags with the lime-water and oil, so as not to injure the tender skin that may be forming on the wound. Bathe well with the liniment, and put on clean dressings of rags wet with the llnlment, and cover with cotton as at first. Where lime can not be had, the best dressing that we know of is goot and lard mixed we'll, melted, and starained to get out the coarse particles of soot. In this case you may first use strong alum-water to assuage the pain, and then put on plaster of the above. In any case, over the rags put raw cotton, to exclude the air and keep the part from being rubbed.

 Blisters. If you wish blister to heal quickly, be careful not to remove the skin. On infants this should be observed. This first dressing should be lily or cabbage leaves coddled in boiling water. Then 8 salve made thus: one part wax, one part lard, one part tur. pentine from the pine-tree melt an6 strain. Resin is sometimes used instead of turpentine. This makes basilicon If the part blistered be in 8 situation apt to be rubbed, cover with cotton bats as Tn the case of 8 burn, especially if the patient be an infant.

 Basilicon Salve.-One part lard, on. part beeswax, one part turpentine from the tree, or resin, as either will do; mel together and strain. It is well to keel some of this always ready.

 Cuts.-A cut should be drawn together and strapped across with sticking plaster. This should not be removed for three or four days, and when with drawn it should be by both ends at once so as to pull the cut together instead O opening it. When no sticking plaster Ii at hand, pretty good substitute can b. made by beating comfrey and suga together, and spreading the juice, no the substance, on bit of strong linen use it as above directed.
Year: 1879

A man was denouncing newspaper advertising to crowd of listeners. "Last week." said he, "I had an umbrella stolen from the vestibule of the church. It was gift and, valuing it very highly, I spent double it's worth in advertising, but have not recovered it.

 "How did you word your advertise ment p asked a merchant.

 "Here it is, said the man, producing slip cut from newspaper.

 The merchant took it and read: "Lost in the vestibule of the - church, last Sabbath evening, black silk umbrella. The gentleman who took it will be handsomely rewarded by leaving it at Mo- San Fernando Street,

 "Now," said the merchant, "I am liberal advertiser, and have always found that it paid me well. A great deal de- pends upon the manner in which an advertisement is put. Let us try tor your umbrella again, and if you do not acknowledge then that advertising pays, I will purchase you new one."

 The merchant then took g slip oi paper from his pocket. and wrote: " Ii the man who was seen to take an umbrella from the vestibule of the - church last Sabbath evening does not wish to get into trouble, and have 8 ain cast upon the Christian character which he values so highly, he will return it to San Fernando Street. He is we'll known"

 This duly appeared in the paper, and on the following morning the man was astonished when he opened the front door of his residence. On the porch lay at least a dozen umbrellas of all shades and sizes that had been thrown in from the sidewalk, while the front yard was literally paved with umbrellas. Many of them had notes attached te them, saying that they had been taker by mistake, and begging the loser tt keep the little affair quiet.
Year: 1879

'Tis wonderful baby, I cannot deny it, The loveliest, sweetest, that ever was made : And no silver or gold in the country could Nor jewels-though cen queens casket

 were paid. We humor and fondle, we kiss and caress it, Are anxious whenever it's out of our sight ; And we call it pet names-such as "queen

 lamb" and '"blessed," "Dear old precious darling" from morning

 till night. If we have any joys, if we have any trouble, If over our pathway dark shadow lowers {; Our gr1efs we divide and our pleasures we

 double

 Because of this wonderful baby of ours. It never is cross, or impatient, or fretful,, Like most other babies that you and know; And we would be never unkind or forgetful Of all that to this precious darling we owe Its face is all wrinkled-now isn't that funny i? Its step has been feeble for many day, And over the brow where were ringlets once

 sunny

 There now are soft tresses of sllvery gray. You'll think am foolish and frivolous, may

 be-

 Declaring the truth have surely not told :; But this precious old darling, this wonderful

 baby,

 So dear to our hearts, is near eighty years

 old.

 By care and caresses we give to no other, Her care and her kindness we strive to repay; And we thank the dear Father in Heaven that

 mother.

 With heart young as ever, is with us to-day!

 JOSEPHINE POLLARD
Year: 1879

FRENCH PoTAToEs.-Cut boiled pota. toes in thin slices, and simmer them in a few spoonfuls of plain gravy, a bit oi butter rubbed in little flour, chopped parsely, pepper and salt.

 GRAVES. have gravy always on hand, you must do as the French do, namely, save gristle, and every bone left from cold meat or fresh. The bones must be chopped small and put on to stew with enough water to cover. Leave the fat on until you need to use the gravy. By this means it will keep longer.

 DRIED APPLE CAKE.-Two teacupfuls dried apples, soaked over night and chopped fine stew them in two cupfuls of molasses until we'll cooked. Then take two eggs, one cup butter, one of sour cream, one of sugar, little salt, two teaspoonfuls of soda; stir some flour with the first before mixing with the rest; spices to taste; the more the better. This makes an excellent cake.

 GINGER SNAPs.-Seven cups of flour, one cup of sugar, one cup of molasses, cup of butter, one egg tablespoonful each of ginger, soda and vinegar.

 To PUT UP STRING BEANs.-Take them when young and tender string and cut as for the table; have water boiling with little salt in throw in few handfuls of beans let them boil up once skim out in a common crock when full pour on a cold brine precisely the same as for cucumber pickles and care for them in the same way. When wanted for use, freshen over night, boil and prepare them as you always do in summer. If you desire them to look Aery green throw in bit of alum when cooking.

 To CAN PIEPIANT.-Skin and cut as for pie fill glass can full as you can, then fill up with cold water i; screw on the cover; no cooking or heating. This is reliable recipe. The fruit will be as nice another year as that fresh from your garden.

 MUTTON KIDNEYS. a very sharp knife cut mutton kidneys in thinnest possible slices; four, and fry quickly until they are crisp while frying, add pepper and salt; souse them in good gravy, to which bit of garlic will give a very slight favor.-The Household.
Year: 1879

A striking instance of the arbitrary

 state in which Scotland was held in

 former times, both in public and private

 affairs, is exhibited in the sad fate of a

 wife of Lord of Session, whose title

 was Lord Grange. It was suspected

 that the lady, by some means or other,

 had got at the knowledge of some State papers of infinite consequence, and as poor women are set down in the minds of all arbitrary men to be inca pablo of keeping secret, Grange and his son were determined to secure the one con- talneo in the papers in question by put ting it out of the lady's power to divulge anything she knew of the matter. To accomplish their design, the husband and son privately conveyed her to the island of St. Kilda, there put her on shore, and left her to shift for herself, and sailed back again, without living being having missed them, or suspected what they had executed; nor could the lady's place of concealment be discovered by her friends, although they made every effort in their power to find out whither they had conveyed her, but to no pur- pose. The island of St. Kilda afforded no implements for writing, and the lady's history would never have been known had she not worked it on her muslin apron with her hair. Her family, by some means or other, after her death (which happened at St. Kilda near thirty years after her banishment), got posses sion of this curious piece of work, and it with great care, as memo rial of her sufferings, and of the tyranny of the times in which she lived.
Year: 1879

A writer of "reminiscences in Australia in the Boston Commercial Bulletin, tells the following story: One of the stories told me by driver as we jolted along had relation to the depth of the mud which covered the road. "You see, young fellow," said he, "I was driving along keeping we'll to the right of the road where the mud was shal. lowest, for I knew I had a heavy load which would prevent the coach from floating, and beside none O my horses could swim. I had just got to about where we are now when I noticed what l thought was a hat moving along on the top of the mud just little ahead O me on my left. I could not make out what it was at first, but at last I seed it was hat and felt kind O frightened. Not that I'd be frightened at hat, but what I was frightened at was that the hat was moving along in the same di- rectlon as myself without any visible means. lingo, thinks I, now here's a go; what the deuce can it bef By and-by came up abreast of it and then got little ahead of it. Then I seed there was face under the hat; jingo if it wasn't man

 "'Hallo, friend says I, 'what are you tramping through the mud in that way for? Come along here and I'll give you lift in the coach.'

 What would l get into your coach for, he cried, 'and leave my own horse 1? And sure enough he was riding horse, for saw the ears of the animal just ahead of him sticking out of the mud but the horse being tired was swimming low; yes, the mud was very deep that day P