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Year: 1873

| have something to show you to-
day and when YOU are quiet l will


begin. have on this plate dessert


for you-not to be eaten but to be
seen and tallleG about; and, strange
to say, it will be TODD for your brain


and Your mind and they will grow


and strengthen and in this way YOU
will become icari cd and wise. To
day we have carbon in different


forms. Here is piece Of coal-such
as we burn in the crate, and stove, and


range. 1T is hard, and black, and


shining and we call it anthracite
coal. Afer burning it we find ashes


under the CRATE; and this is the sand
and dirt that were mixed with the
pure carbon ut the time it was formed


in the tree, for this is part Of an
enormous tree, and rs it grew it drew


up from the earth, through its roots,
dirt dissolved III its sap that circula-
ted through it when it was growing.


After tho troen woro grown, tho oarth
sunk where the trees stood and the


water came up over them and washed
in some dirt and sand around them,
and trees and dirt were all packed to-
gether and the water dried away, and
then the heat Of the earth dried all
the sap Of the trees and they were
turned to coal. rs you see here. But
this was not done in a short time.


1t took thousands Of years to convert
the carbon Of the tree, which is the
wood of the tree, to this black and
shining coal. And there are many
kinds Of coal-anthracitc, bitumin-
Gus and cannel are in common use.


Here is a piece Of charcoal. This
too is carbon, made by cutting the
tree into logs, piling them in heap.
setting fire to them and covering
them with earth and turf so that it
will be nearly air-tight. The fire
burns away everything but the car
bon and when it is taken out of the
pit the rings and lines Of the wood
are still visible and YOU know by that
it has been a tree and grown as a
tree. SO YOU see all Of the Goals are
made from wood buried from the air
and burned by heat. Thus all Of the
Goals are charcoal, which means it is
coal formed by charring, or roasting
or burning. some made in the earth
by the great operations Of Nature
and others made by man in smaller
heaps in shorter time.


Here is another form Of carbon,
sometimes called black lead, although
there is no lead about it, and is used
for pencils and for backing stoves,
and other iron furniture, to make
them look clean and bright and pre-
vent them from rusting. This is not
the softest form Of carbon.


What have we here? \ diamond
ring? Yes. You know that the
gold is not carbon for gold is a met
al; but the diamond is carbon; the |
diamond belongs to the same family
as the charcoals, the graphite and /.
black lead. The charcoaIs and /.
graphite are in an Uniformed .
state. The PARTICLES that compose
them are tossed together without or
der and they lie every way upon each ,
Other-as when men are tearing
down 4 house they frequently throw
the bricks any way and every way
into heap and they lie in confusion,
with the edges of sonte against the
sidep Of others aud without order;
Year: 1873

a MAN hundred years old went
to have pair Of shoes made. The
shopkeeper suggested that he might
not live to wear them out. when the
old man retorted that he commenced
this one hundred years good deal
stronger than he did the last one.
Year: 1873

The moral and religious status of soci


ETY. is but the fruitage of its former cul


ture. Conscience may be enlightened
and elevated by truth, or darkened and
depressed by error. Our grandfather.


thought it no bad index Of neighborly


hospitality to "put the bottle to hi;
neighbours mouth and log-rollings and
cOrn-shuckings WITHOUT plenty of whisky,
concluded by a ''dance all night were
customs sanctioned and required by pub
lie opinion. From this moral status
there has bcen steady and gradual
growth of the popular conscience into a
truer and higher conception of truth and
duty, so that the moral sense of society
today is far different from what it was
then. Nine-tenths-it is thought, if not
the other tenth-of our entire county
population, believe the law that licenses
tippling houses to be wrong. 1t is not
supposed so large a majority will vote
against whisky. Why not? Simply be.
cause many'knOw their duty but will mol
do it, Their actions do not coincide
with their own conscience as to what is
right. All such persons are SHINING
against light and knowledgc.


The right or wrong Of the whole whis-
ky ring is to be determined in the light
of the obvious effects of this business up
on society. Are any in doubt as to the
moral effect Of "still houses" and tipplins
houses upon societys Is any interest Of
society promoted by such business? Are
church-members made more piOus and
Christhkes Does the retail Of whisky
promote industry, thrift, peace and good
will among men? All men simply know
it 10 be the unchangeable foe to all these.
Its fruits are evil and ONLY evil, and
that continually. Are those who patro-
nize tippling houses improved in morals ?
Are not these houses rather the head
quarters of the profinel Is there any
real good resulting to any human being
in this world or the world to come, from
the drinking trade!


Docs it bring money into the pockets :
So the betrayal of Jesus put about fifteen
dollars into the pocket of Judas, after
which he speedily "went to his own
place" That business that can not pros.
per, nor even live, except at the injury
Of the morals OF society, ought not nor
will not receive the moral support Of any
moral man. Who patronizes tipping
housess The morall No; only the
immoral and proianel What are these
painted window and green-blinded saloons
doing for that young man whose father
is a blessing and honor to society, and
whose character is yet unsuspected p
They are teaching him TO deceive hence
his visits to these saloons are by night.
He deceives his employer, who is his
best friend he drugs his breath to de-
ceive every one he Is ashamed of his
sins; conceals them. makes a false i'm
preston, and thn he habitually practices
a species Of dishonesty. All this is be-
ing done for this young man, according
10 law. VIII the voters Of Lincoln coun-
~ sustain law that creates crime. de-
files the pure and entails degradation
upon everything il touchesS We shall
sec. 4.t- w. l.. W.
Year: 1873

SoltR ladies ADD gentlemen were taking
awiLk nehf cemetery When ghost ap-
peared. They all run with the exception
ofa pretty widow, who stood her ground
ill The ghost got 70 her. She then went
10 the Spectge, and thushed OF tho dis
guise OF "a young fellow who merely want
ed to frighten the party. Leading the
victim back 10 the house she cried
Cant fool mel lave seen too many
men IN aheeia in my time.
Year: 1873

wards reconciling me, can tell you,
for a man like that would have set me
crazy in no time. But, bless your
hearts, I've left out the best part of the
story, or what you'll think the best
part. bought that bureau after all ;
| thought it would do me good to have
it in sight-keep me from crying over
split milk, maybe !! And when l heard
he was going to be married, I had one
made so like it, you couldn't have told
them apart, and sent it to him for a
wedding present. did not forget the
scratch, either, and though / don't
know much about deceiving, | made
pretty correct copy of that scratch, and
| have no doubt he thinks to this day
that it was the identical bureau that
parted us !"


And Aunt Sally had stopped, as
much for want of breath as because she
had come to the end of her story, and
nobody said anything for several min
utes. Then Netty remarked:


"Aunt Sally, don't you think-that
perhaps it was because George was un-
happy, that he turned out so good-for-
nothing?"


eyes," answered the old lady, COM
posedly, 81 thought of that consider
ably, and for while it worried me
good deal, but I came to the conclusion
at last that when a body once begins if
ing and but-ing, there's no end to it,
and that man who would let one upset
spoil his whole life, outside as we'll as
in, was not a man to be cried for. At
the same time, I don't know perhaps I
should never have found out that he
had a weak side to his character, and so
it would not have hurt newly, what
IN old fool am p she cried, giving her.
self vigorous shake by both elbows
cts my belief that nothing short of
killing 'em will take all the nonsense
ont Of woman, or man either But
I'll say this much, she added after
slight pause, eff anybody is silly
enough to fall in love, and be engaged,
and all that, I'd advise them to go
through with it, for, as I said when 1
started, a miss is as good as a mile >"


And with that to conclude, she picked
herself up by both elbows and carried
herself of.


Icsnnot affirm positively that Netty
wrote n note to the object, but she took
a solitary walk the next morning, re-
turning with letter for Ada, and the
careless remark that she had called at
the post-ofiice, as she happened to be in
the neighborhood. And that evening
he came back, and the sounds from the
parlor convinced Ada and myself that
the quarrel had been made up, some
how


MARGARET VANDEGRIFT.
Year: 1873

Do you know I am thinking tomorrow


we shall pass on our journey through life
sOne more Of the mlle-stones that bring rts


Still nearer the goal, my good wife?
The glad anniversary morning


OF our wedding-day cometh once more
And Its evening will find us stil waiting


Who had thought to have gone long before.
We are old, wife, | know by the burrows


Time has plow'd on your brow, once so fair !;
| know by the crown Of bright silver


He has left for your once raven hair,
know by the frost on the flowers


That frightened our life at its dawn;
| know by the graves in the church-yard,


Where we counted our dead yestermorn.
Your way has been humble and toil-worn,


Your guest has been trouble, good wife
Part sunshine, more trials and sorrows-


Have made up your record through life:
But may the thought cheer you my dear one
Your patience and sweet clingiug love
Have made me here such a Heaven,


have asked, sis there brighter above?
In life's winter, sweet wife, we are living,


But its storms all unhecded will fall;
What care we, who have love and each other,
Who have proved each to each, all in all?
Hand in hand we await the nights coming,
Giving thanks, down the valley We 60;
For to love, and TO grow old together


Ii the highest bliss mOrtals can know.
Some children are still left to bless us,


Aud tighten our hearts day by day
If hope is not always fruition,


We will strive to keep IN the right way.
We have sowed, and reaped but the harvest
That gamers the world we await,
And happy at last we may enter


Together the beautiful gate.
Year: 1873

From the Kansas Magazine.


We were making visit to Miss Sa-
rah Bonn, three girls of us, not that
she was schoolmate or friend of our
own age for she was an old maid of
fifty-six, as she fearlessly announced
to all whom it might concern, but she
had never taken kindly to the orthodox
pets OF the typical old maid Cats We're
abomination to her, parrots she abhor-
red, large dogs she barely tolerated,
but would have nothing to do with their
smaller brethren. Her large and COM
Portable heart was full of kindness for
young people, and never, l think, until
her name appeared as above, was she
called anything but /" Sally by her CO.
temporaries and elders, and "Aunt
Sail" by her juniors. The number of
her adopted nephews and nieces was
alarming, and she had some OF them
visiting her the year round, varying the
number from one to dozen. Her
home was vast and ancient farmhouse,
which, like the tomb of "Pasha Ben Ali
Achmet," seemed to contain "room for
any number" and here, at Christmas,
in the midsummer holidays, and odd
days at many times in the year, might
be found orphans, the forlorn children
of mistaken missionaries and children
of parents who did not "keep Christ
mas or made other holidays especially
exciting. And who can tell the number
of boxes which left that door in the
express wagon, directed to boarding
schools east, west, north and south


Her three visitors of this present
writing were not boarding school girls,
although the time was not very long
past when they had been. l owed my
invitation to recent fever, and the
fact that my family was obliged to re-
main in town that summer. Ada War
ner owed hers to an exhaustive term Of
teaching, through which she had just
passed, and Netty Ashburner owed hers
to a love affair. Ada and l were deeply
interested in Netty; we had never been
in the house with love affair before,
which conveys painful admission.
Netty's young man lived in the -four
ishing town just outside of which Aunt
Sally's farm was situated. Her home
home was many miles away, and al
though Aunt Sally had given some
Aimsy reason or other for theinvitation,
of an entirely foreign nature to the true
one. we knew her well enough to see
through that. She was no match-mak-
er. but nothing save her abundant COM
mon sense kept her from being one
and for person who was always con-
sidered in the ebony light" of n pre-
destinated and elected old maid, she
took a wonderful amount OF pleasure in
seeing other heads go into the moose
which her own had successfully avoid
ed. Everybody seemed to think that
she was cut out for an old maid, p"
and yet / do not see why everybody
thought SO. Perhaps they did not
perceive, what l always fancied, that
her sturdy Independence and small
psrticularities we're an "after-growth 81"
of her character.


Everything was very pleasant, ex-
cepting Netty, she mooned " more
than Ada and considered reasonable,
and was only animated by the somewhat
frequent arrivals Of the object. They
were " engaged, parents had bestowed
their consent and blessing, and the
wedding was to come off in a few
months so we thought, perhaps uu-
reasonably, that Netty might'have TAX
an Il "A little more coOlly, and having
Year: 1873

Flowers carry us back to childhood


for it was then their freshness and beau
tiful bright tints made their ineffaceable
impressions of sweetness and purity,
and led the mind reverently upward, in
contemplation of the skill which formed
them, and of the benevolence which
clothed them in such heavenly hues If
possible, then, let a growing flower be
always in sight, and, whenever practica-
BILE, have bouquet, or single pink or
rose on the table, morning, noon and
night; it will give an air of cheerful
ness, of animation, of purity, and of
good will which will richly repay the
cost of time and trouble in plucking it
from the stemin the garden or conserva-
tory. One of the most pleasant of
friendships reminders is sending fresh
flower to the sick chamber of those We
love anywhere and everywhere it is
good letter of introduction. 1t was the
uniform custom of Lord Bacon to have
fresh flowers on his table morning, noon
and night. Leigh Hunt well said,
"Set flowers on your table, whole
noscgay if you can get it !; or but two or
three, or a single flower, rose, pink,
daisy, or a buttercup, and keep them
alive in little water aye, preserve a
bunch of clover, or a handful of flower
ing grass, one of the most elegant of ma
ture's productions, and you have some
thing on yeur table which reminds you
of Gods creation, and gives you link
with the people who have done it most
honor. "-HalEs Journal Of Heath.
Year: 1873

The chicory farm and works near Sac
ramento do not seem to have been a
very great snccess. Seventy acres were
planted, but the blackbug cut the area
down to forty these yielded fifteen tons
of roots per acre. Some of the roots
were so long that the workmen were not
able to dig them up. Five tons of the
green root make one ton of the dried
androasted. From twenty to fifty China
men are employed. The company intend
to try 180 acres next year.
Year: 1873

A SINGULAR explanation is given of an
case of spontaneous combus-
tion in New Hampshire. The fire,
which was discovered in an unoccupied
room, was traced to stereoscopic glass
lying upon the table exposed to the sun.
Year: 1873

feeling of sadness, sorrow and care,


Stole DER the gentle and loving wife,
Your speedy return was her constant prayer,
From the CORY field of madnng strife,
For her hearts one treasure with sickness lay,
Moaning with pain on its little bed,
And the mother toicd all the livc-long day,
To earn with her needle their daily bread.
Care stole the bloom from her soft round cheeks.
The light in her bright blue eyes grew dim,
Then Death took her babe in n few short weeks,
And sorrows cup was full to the brim.
Worn ont Nith watching, with hunger and want
Dying alone in the lonely night,
Her cold lips murmuring fondly your name,
Her spirit fled to its home of light.
Tell me, 90 who's been here since I've been gone ="
Want and misery, sorrow and care,
Sad dcsolation, then sickness and death,


Come to thy cherished family there.
The rich cared not for the sorrowing poor,
For the pain and woe within their breast;
Rut God knowing all they had to endure,


Gathered them into his arms to rest.
Year: 1873

WHY WOMEN LOSE THEIR BEA UTT.


Shut up in houses nine-tenths of their
time, with either no exercise, or that
which is of limited, irksome sameness,
they are, as a consequence, unnaturally
pale, soft and tender; their blood is
poorly organized and watery, their mus
cles small and tiabby; and the force and
functions of their bodies, as whole,
run low in the scale of life. A spurious
fullness is often seen in the outline dur
ing girlhood, which usually meltslike
snow under>an April sun whenever The
endurance is put to the test, as in per
forming the functions of mother. The
change in appearance from the maiden
of one year to the mother of the next is
often SO striking and enduring that it is
difficult to believe we are looking on the
same person. The round, pleasing shape
is prematurely displaced by pinched
angularity, and an untimely and un-
seemly appearance of age. Travellers
from other countries, who have had an
extensive means for observation and
comparison, have remarked upon the
great beauty of American women, and
the early age at which it is lost. Some
have ascribed this to the climate, but
more intelligent observers agree that it
is hot-house, enervating mode of life.
English ladies of rank, who, by the way,
are celebrated for keeping their beauty
even to a ripe old age, think nothing OF
walking half dozen miles at a time,
while American ladies would think such
a thing perfectly dreadful" If Ameri-
can women, so daintily and richly fed,
will sit in dark and sultry rooms the
live-long day, they must expect to bloom
too soon, to hasten through this charm
ing period the longest in abont ten
years-and for twenty-five years. after
have the grim satisfaction of being thin,
wrinkled, angular, and sallow.
Year: 1873

Your letter reached me, dear Herbert


Aud have read it all through,
So now 1 am going to answer,


And talk quite plainly to you.
'Tis time that you learned, my dear brother,
A little for others to care;
Letting reason guide you little.


And stop living i'll castles of air.
/ don't want to be hard, my dear brother
But the truth must be verify told
Since the death of our dear, darling mother
Our father has grown wonderfully old
think he longs for you often,


And wishes Bert's strong, sturdy arm
Would willingly, cheerfully help him
Find wealth from the soil of the farm.
There's no Disgusting 1t, Herbert,


think you sadly mistake
When you say "thc life of farmer


Is Of such contemplate make"
I'm sure no life suits you better,


And you know this to be grim fact,
The professions of doctor and lawyer
Fill the country until it is packed
Be sensible now, darling Herbert,


Remember our family cares;
Remember your promise to mother,
Remember how poor father fares
All alone with no one to help him;


Don't longer let idleness charm,
Look away from yourself for one moment,
Dear brother. come home to the farm.
What good did the few months at college
Do you, would like to find out;
1t only unsettled your prospects,


And ended in running about.
As for being gentleman, Herbert,
That end can AS well he attained
At work on the farm for your father
As in the city you named.
Don't spend any more idle moments,
Nor live for yourself all alone;
But come back to the CHEEKY old freside,
And enliven our dear fathers tone
Mother Earth will welcome you gladly,
Her soul will ne'r do you harm;
You will find your rich vocation


At home and at work on the farm.
Year: 1873

Are you insured? Do you pay the
grocer?


Do you feed the sparrows
l. Do you kiss your wife before you leave
in the morning and when you return
home at night?


Do not sleep in a garment at night
that you wear in the day time.


Do you fail to keep good the promises
you make to the children?


Do you speak of your father as the
old man, or of your mother or wife as
"the old woman ?" Be ashamed of it if
you do, and quit it.


Do you talk about your neighbors,
and thus teach your children to do like
wise? 1t is sure sign of low breeding
if you do, and a very dirty habit to fall
into?


Do you scold? If you do, and are a
man, go hide yourself; you disgrace the
household of which you are supposed to
be the head. If you ara a wife and
mother, quit the country and go to Salt
Lake. You are past saving here !:
dr0u7,ing in salt mag do it.
Year: 1873

One of those doleful prophets who are for
ever preaching dire disasters to the human
race says that Holsters are doomed to exter-
mination, aud this generation is the last that
shall taste its delicate flesh. Our only conso-
la'ion is that another prophet has declared
that the world and all which it inherit shall
pass away before this generation is gone, and
in that case we shall not want the lobster any
more. In fact, if he is to be exterminated.
We see no induccment for the world to con-
tinue.
Year: 1873

a young man in Peoria sought to secure
his sweetheart by strategy, SO he took her
out for boat ride, and threatened to jump
overheard into the lake if she didn't consent
to marry him. But it did not work. She
offered to bet him dollar that he daren't
dive in.
Year: 1873

Old Mrs. Cotton of Norfolk, Va, is tie
proprietor of venerable mule that has been
an inveterate chewer of tobacco for mary
years. Whenever he becomes obstinate. as
mules occasionally do, it is only necessary to
give him chew, when he becomes perfectly
kind and gentle
Year: 1873

Probably there is not the remotest cor
ner or little inlet of the minute blood
vessels of the body that does not feel
some wavelet from the commissions of
hearty laughter. The blood moves more
ively-probably its chemical, electric,
or vital condition is distinctly modified
it conveys different impression to all
the organs of the body as it visits them
on that particular mystic journey when
we are laughing, from what it does at
other times. And so, we doubt not, a
good laugh may lengthen our lives, con-
veying a distinct stimulus to the vital
forces. And the time may come when
physicians, attending more closely than
they are apt to do at present to the In
Vulnerable subtle influence which the
soul exerts upon it's tenement of clay
shall prescribe to torpid patient, "sC
many peals of laughter, to be under
gone at such and such time, just as
they, now do that far more obiectionabl,
prescription, pill or an electric or gal
vanic shock, and shall study the bes
and most effective method of producing
the required effect in each patient
Herald of Health.