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Year: 1873

There is no animal that merits more
attention than the horse He is useful
to man in thousand ways. At this
time he is more than ever appreciated,
because his services, to considerable
extent, have had to be dispensed with a
few days. 1t has not been fully known
what good and excellent animal he is,
until sickness has prevented his usual
usefulness. The saddle horse is an alb
iect of admiration and has been in all
ages. The faithful farm horse is good
institution, and we could not cultivate
and gather our crops without him. The
handsome draft horse is useful in his
way, but he is slow in this fast age
too slow for general purposes. The age
being fast one-steam and electricity
being very fast, and found very useful
to man-the more progressive qualities
of the horse have been developed until
2: IL to the mile has been accomplished,
at square trotting gait. Some people
don't care how strong horse may be-
come, but scold and growl terribly, if
he becomes fast. There will be old
fogies while the world revolves.
But the majority of the people are not
old forgles-they are progressive people,
udNH i've luettS anu De116Ve, as deHTy
Ward Beecher does, that God has not
put speed inithe horse unless he wants
it brought out. Who wants to be ten
minutes going a mile when he can Just
as well travel it in five minutes, and
thus save five minutes valuable time
The trotting horse is fact, and all the
croakers in the world can't unfix him.
People will have him. The merchant.
the banker, the lawyer, the man of
business-everybody wants him, and
they all want speed; they don't like to
take other peoples dust, and they won't
do it either if they can help it.


Because he has speed at trotting is no
reason he is not otherwise useful. He
can still be used in the carriage, under
the saddle, or before the plow, even.
He will make just as good farm horse
Year: 1873

The waning moon was up; the stars
Were faint, and very few;
The vines about the window sill


Were wet with falling dew;
A little cloud before the wind


Was drifting down the wet;
I heard the moaning Of the sea


In its unquiet rest;
Until, know not from what grief.
Or thought OF other years,
The hand | leaned upon was cold.
And wet with falling tears.
Year: 1873

Doctrines are of use only as they
are practiced. Men may go to perdi-
tion with their heads full of truth. To
hold the truth and fight for it is one
thing to be sanctified through it is
another.-H. L. Hastings.
Year: 1873

stopped suddenly and began to tremble
and snort violently. The driver stood
up in the wagon to ascertain the cause,
and 10 coffin lay at the side of the
road. The moonlight shone on the sill
yer plate, and the courageous young
man Immediately let go the reins and
dropped into the bottom of the wagon as
if he had been shot, The lady fortu-
nately caught the reins and thus prevent
ed a runaway and probable disaster. AS
she was endeavoring to restore the pres
ence of mind which had fed from her
crouching companion, an undertaker's
cart drove up, and the driver dismount-
ing, lifted the coffin into it. 'Get up"
said the lady. els that horrid thing
gomez" groaned the gentleman, aud ven-
tured to peep out from the buggy robe
in which he had wrapped his pallid face.
Tt appeared that the undertaken was car
rying the coffin to house not far dis
tant, when his wagon broke down, and
he was compelled to leave it in the road
side while he returned for repairs. The
gentleman drove meekly home, and has
not since been heard to declare his in
difference to ghosts.
Year: 1873

There is serious apprehensions of a
coal famine in England. This cry was
raised several years ago, but a learned
commission Investigated the subject, and
decided that the coal supply was abund-
ant for nearly thousand years. The
rapid increase in the price of coal du-
ring the last year has renewed the fears
of famine. There may be coal enough
but every year it costs more and more
to produce it. AS the shafts 60 down
toward the earth's center the cost of
mining rapidly increases. The question
now is not so much in regard to the sup
ply under the soil, as 1t is in regard to
the cost of bringing it to the surface
England not only needs coal, but it needs
cheap coal. It's manufacturers are pro-
jected on such SCALE. constantly in
creasing that it cannot afford to greatly
increase the cost of production. Its
consumption of coal is enormous, and its
demand in the future must exceed the
supply. The consumption of coal in
England is now estimated at about 49,
OOO,0OO tons year, and the present
price is double what it was a year and
half ago. The natural expansion of
English manufactures and commerce
would demand twice as much coal in ten
years as is now used. But the increas-
ed price will check this expansion, and
coal at two prices will be coal famine
in England. If we were now in con-
dition to take advantage of our immense
coal fields within easy reach of tide va
ter, we could recover from England what
she has made at our expense during and
since the war. But our hands are tied,
and we cannot stretch them forth to
grasp the fortune that would be within
our reach if we were Free Cheap coal
and iron are the foundations of wealth.
the most powerful agents in modern CIV
ilization. We have both, but high tax
es and deprecated currency rob us of
our great advantage
Year: 1873

Several nights ago, a young gentleman
of San Francisco, CAL, invited lady to
accompany him on moonlight ride. At
the appointed time the wagon was at the
door, and together they started for the
Cliff House. During the ride the con-
versation turned on things supernatural,
and the Donovan ghost was discussed
at length. The gentleman professed to
be free altogether from that dread of the
mysterious unknown which defers some
people from entering graveyards after
nightfall. or sitting alone with the dead.
He declared that he would even be will
ling to have tete-d-tete interview with
any ghostly visitant who might choose
to make him a call in the still hours of
night After couple of hours spent
pleasantly at the Cliff, the horses heads
were turned homeward The road was
deserted, the pleasure seekers had all
returned, and as they bowled rapidly
over the smooth road. still they convers-
ed on the supernatural. When short
distance beyond the toll-gate. the horses
Year: 1873

The first year of married life is a most
important era in the history of man and
wife. Generally, as it is spent, SO is al
most all subsequent existence. The wife
and husband then assimilate their views
and desires, or else conjuring up their
dislikes. they add fuel to the prejudice
and animosities forever afterward. 81
have somewhere read" says Rev. Mr.
Wise, in his Bridal Greeting, ''of BRIDE
groom who gloried in his eccentricities
He requested the bride to accompany
him into the garden a day or two after
their wedding. He then threw a line
over the roof of the cottage. Giving his
wife one end of it be retreated to the
other side, and exclaimed:


"Pull the line


She pulled it, at his request, as far as
she could. He cried:


Pull it over"
Call L, she repIIeu.


"But pull with all your might" he
shouted.


But vain were all the efforts of the
bride to pull over the line, so long as
her husband held on to the opposite end.
But when he came round and they both
pulled at one end, it came over with
great ease.


There" said he, as the line fell from
the roof, '.you see how hard and inef-
fectual was our labor when we both pull
ed in opposition to each other; but how
easy and pleasant it was when we both
pulled together. 1t will be SO with us,
my dear, through life If we oppose
each other, it will be hard work if we
act together it will be pleasant to live.
Let us always pull together" :"


In this illustration, homely as it may
be, there is sound philosophy. Husband
and wife must mutually bear and con-
cede if they wish to make home retreat
of bliss. One alone cannot make home
happy. There must be unison of action,
sweetness of spirit, and great forbearance
and love in both husband and wife, to
secure the great end Of happiness in the
domestic circle.
Year: 1873

On Christmas morning a dashing cour-
tesan, magnifcently arrayed, ordered a
hack with spirited steeds for her use in
conveying from her luxurious establish
ment in New York city, to his home in
Brooklyn, one of her favorite paramours
who was too much overcome with wine
and debauchery to take care of HIM
self. Her bibulous and amorous friend
was safely delivered at his own family
residence, and she. alone In the close
carriage started for a return to her pal


ace. In turning corner Of the street,
the wheels were suddenly caught in a
railroad track, and the horses taking
fright, sprang and threw off the driver
and rushed with terrific speed downward
toward the ferry. 1t was early in the
morning, and none but the watchmen
were in the street. On-on. went the
affrighted animals, leaving driver and
policeman far in the rear. The end of
Year: 1873

EVILS OF GossIP.-I have known
country society which withered away all
to nothing under the dry rot of gossip
only. Friendship once as firm as gran
ite. dissolved to jelly, and then ran away
to water, only because of this love that
promised a future as enduring as Heav-
en-, and as stable as youth, evaporated
into morning mist that turned to days
long tears, only because of this. A fa-
ther and a son were set foot with the
fiery breath of anger that would never
cool again between them, only because
of this; and husband and his young
wife, each straining at the hated leash,
which in the beginning had been a gold
en- bondage of God blessed love, sat
mournfully beside the grave where all
their love and joy lay buried, and only
because of this. | have seen faith trans
formed to mean doubt. hope give place
to grim despair, and charity take on it.
self the features of black malevolence.
all because of the spell words of scandal,
and the magic mutterings Of gossip.


Great crimes work great wrongs and
the deeper tragedies Of life spring from
its larger passions but woeful and most
melancholy are the uncatalogued TRACE
dies that issue from gossip and detrac-
ton most mournful the shipwreck often
made of noble natures and lovely lives
by the bitter winds and dead salt water
OF SANDER. So easy to say, yet SO hard
to disprove- throwing on the innocent,
and Furnishing them as guilty ie unable
to pluck out the stings they never see,
and to silence words they never hear
Gossip and SANDER are the deadliest and
cruelest weapons man has for his broth
ers hurt.
Year: 1873

1t took me few days to get settled
in my house, where, although I am the
sole human occupant, I am by no means
alone. To say nothing of cock-roaches
take prize for size and ugliness at a
worlds fair, any one of them-spiders.
flies, ants, etc.. ETC., have other and
more agreeable companions. The house
is full of the little green lizards of the
Southern States. They are from three
to eight inches in length, and on warm
day they are continually running in and
out of the crevices in the logs, over my
table, over my bed, on my chair, on my
shirt-sleeve, here, there, and everywhere.
After the first feeling Of repugnance at
anything in the shape of a lizard is over,
you cannot help admiring them. They
are perfectly harmless, perfectly noise
less, and as quick in their motions as
light. They often change their color
from a bright green to dark olive, Or
deep rich brown You should see them
catch a fly they will keep perfectly mo-
tionless for few minutes, until the fly
is in position to suit them, and then it
is ''shoo fly every time; they jump
about their length, and never miss fire.
People here never disturb them, as they
live wholly upon insects.


The ''orange groves of Florida sound
enchantingly to your ears, no doubt, but
let me begin at the beginning and show
the rough material from which, through
much labor, they are produced. Do
you remember how the Menominee bot
tom used to look before it was cleared ?
Well, it looks like that, only the lofty
palmcttos remind you that you are far
from any Northern latitude. 1t is one
tangled mass of vegetation, the thickest
wilderness [ ever penetrated. All sand
too black sand, all shades of black,
brown sand, all shades of brown, but
land that, tickled with hoe. will laugh
with harvest. The way the land is
cleared is this cut out the underbrush
first. then fell the trees and leave the
whole thing for a month until the leaves
will burn; then apply fire, afterwards
use the small stuff for fence, log up
the big sticks and go at it with hoe.


Arriving on the ground, we put our
jug of water in the shade, hung up our
haversacks containing our luncheon, of
coats, roll up 'sde slebe," and 'sail in. y
The first day it looked like an everlast-
ing job to clear an acre of that land
Hickory-noble fellows ever so high
sweet-bay. wood very much like ma
hogany, gum-magnolia- it's wicked,
know, to cut them down-palmettos Of
every size from eight inches to eighty
feet, live-oak and water-oak, and all in
terlaced and back-stayed with innumer-
able vines and tangled underground
We hack away until we guess it is about
noon, then lunch off cold sweet potatoes,
hard-tack and cheese. If hunger is the
best sauce, then there are a number Of
bottles lying around loose when we stop
to lunch It is the same every day
Every evening as the sun goes down two
tired men, ragged, dirty, and begrimmed
come stalking out of the woods, only tc
sleep and go at it at daylight the next
day. Correspondent Milaooaahee Se'ati
mel,
Year: 1873

"He IS certainly rich,'' responded
George, quietly, and we are his only
near relatives but don't think of that.
L only remember how used to love him
IN the old days when my mother was
alive, and he used to cheer and comfort
her, and used to play with me under the
great trees.


And remember, added John, show
ne used to tell me that | ought to have
Year: 1873

The following is what the Cincinnati
Trade List thinks of those persons VINO
complain of their county paper, and in
stead of helping to support it send off for
large city papers, and thus help to sus-
tain them A gentleman writes that his
county papsr is so poor that he has stop
ped it; therefore sends Us three dollars for
the Trade List We repeat that we don't
want subscribers on those terms. A mans
county paper is worth more to him than
any paperin the world, or, if it Is not, it
is his own fault If the county paper is
properly encouraged, it may be relied up
on for information of more value to the
peopls.in whose interest it Is issued, than


can be found in all the city papers of the


United States. No man can afford to
stop the paper that publishes the official
advertisements of his county. the public
sales, markets, court news, and other To-
cal intelligence. If the paper Is poor, the
people are more at fault than the publish
ers, for not giving it liberal patronage.
However poor the paper may be, 1t Is al
WAYS worth more than 1t costs to these
interested in its locality.
Year: 1873

NOTHING can be more short-sighted
than a disposition which some people
manifest in time of financial furry to
avoid the payment of all the debts they
can. Having the ready money in their
pockets, they will make excuse Of the
panic when asked to pay debt, and hold
on to what currency they may be in pos
session of, with 3 vague idea that they
are thereby made more secure. This
course makes money scarce and destroys
confidence. 1t tends, moreover, to bring
about the very crisis 1t seeks to avoid, II
is far safar, not only for the individual,
bat for the community, In time like
this, for every man to see to 1t that he
owes no man anything -Nes0Grk AdUO-
cote
Year: 1873

AKKAHsAs carpet bagGsrs have evinced
an ingenuity in stealing which would be
funny if it were not SO costly. A rail-
road in which bonds were issued, was
built in a peculiar way. As soon as one
section was provided with rails, ties, ETC.,
and the bonds obtained thereon, the same
rails and ties were taken up and put down
again on the next section, for which q
further issue is demanded. The result is
that the bonds exist as the only memento
of the railroad, and the people are con-
suiting whether they ought to be paip or
Mt ..t
Year: 1873

Two young ladies Of La Gross were
standing by the side of ditch thirteen
feet wide, which they didn't know how to
cress, when their escort said "snakesl"
and thew cleared u at q honnd
Year: 1873

Z. F. KUNKEL's BITTER WINE OF IRON.
This truly valuable tonic has been so
thoroughly tested by all classes of the com
munity that it is now deemed indispensable
as Tonic medicine 1t costs but little,
purihes the blood and gives tone to the
stomach, renovates the system and pro-
longs life Everybody should have it.


For the cure of Weak Stomaehs, Gene
raj Debility, Indigestion, Diseases of the
Stomach, and for all cases requiring a
tonic


This wine includes the most agreeable
and efficient Salt of Iron we possess
Citrate of Magnetic Oxide, combined with
the most agreeable of vegetable tonics-
\ elbow Peruvian Bark.


Do You want something to strengthen
you?


Do you want good apetite2


Do you want to get rid of nervousness.


Do ycu want energyp


Do YOU want to sleep well?


DO you want to build up your constitu-
ton.


Do you want to feel well


Do youwant a brisk and vigorous feeling


If you do try Kunkel's Bitter Wine Of
Iron.


only ask a trial of this valuable tonic


Beware of counterfeits, as kunkels Bit
ter Wine of Iron is the only sure and eff
tectual remedy in the known world for the
permanent cure of Dyspepsia and Debility
and as there are a number of limitations of
fered to the public, | would caution the
community to purchase none but the gen
uine article, manufactured by Z. f. Kun
kel, and having his stamp on the cork O
every bottle The very fact that otherl
are attempting to initiate this valuable
remedy, proves its worth and speaks vol
umes in its favor.


Sold only in 81 bottles Sold by Drug
gists and dealers everywhere, and in Roc
Island by Smith & Bonney and job
BengstOn.
Year: 1873

Renne's Pain Killing Magic Oil is the
surest cure for rheumatism in use. In
fact, it is good to cure any kind of pain or
lameness aud it is clean and delicious to
use. ''It works like charm"
Year: 1873

Every housewife of neat and tidy habits
takes especial delight in keeping all the tin,
copper and iron ware of her kitchen as
clean and bright as painstaking labor can
make them. A pride in this direction is
commendable, and always meets the smil-
ing approval of the ''tyrant man who
pays the household bills. Remember that
Sapolio is the only thing on earth that will
make an old tarnished tin pan or rusty
kettle shine as bright as new And by the
use of Sapolio tits the quickest and easiest
thing in the world to keep every utensil il
high state of polish.
Year: 1873

Somebody came to the garden gate


While soft hand trimmed the flowers
And blackbird plped to his listening mate
In language as rich as ours.
Somebody blushed at the garden gate
A blush that was fair to see;
And the sly sun peeped as he fan would wait,
And the blackbird paused on the tree.
Somebody spoke at the garden gate,
AS the shadows began to fall
And the rose looked up, though the hour was


late,


And the peach blushed pink on the wall.
A sweet head fell at the garden gate,
On an arm that was strong and true;
And a chirrup of lips was heard to state
What words refused to do.
Year: 1873

Old Mr. Watson, on Nelson
street has got nice little bill to
pay. He sent a man down town
for pot of paint and a ladder


The man got the paint an then went
to a lumber yard after q ladder.
Then he tied the paint pot on the
end Of the ladder, and put the lad
on his shoulder. This was a very
smart arrangement, and the man
himself admired it very much.
lie started for home thisway, and
didn't tind apy trouble in getting
along the first block, because peo-
pie had an impression that a long
ladder with pot of yellow paint
dangling on the end Of it wasn't ex-
actly the thing to tritle with, SO
they balanced along on the curb
stone, or rubbed up against the
buildings. Pretty soon the man
saw somebody in a store he knew,
and he turned around to speak TO
him, and drove one end Of the lad
der into a millinery case and knock
ed the crown ont Of an$l8 bonnet.
Then he backed off in alright, and
knocked down two sewing machine
agents with the other end Then
he started to turn around, an old
gentleman who was desperately en-
deavoring to pull his wife out Of
danger, saw the peril, and shouted
out, "Hi, there!" but it was too late.
The pot struck against an awning
post, tipped to one side, aud the en-
tire contents went over the aged
couple. This SO startled the man
that he whirled completely around
smashing III an entire storefront,
frightening a milkman's team and
knocking over some thirteen persons
who were actively dodging about
to get out Of the way. Then he
dropped the ladder and fled into
the country, shouting murder
and fire at every jump. A regular
ordained painter is now engaged Oh
Mr.. Watson's house.
Year: 1873

Not long since | met a gentle


man who is assessed TOR more than
a million Silvered was his hair,
care upon mis- brow, and he stoop-
ed beneath his burden Of wealth.
We were speaking Of that period


when we had realized the most per-
feet enjoyment, or, rather, when we


had found the happiness nearest to
being unalloyed. "l'll tell you,'
said the millionaire, when was the
happiest hour Of my life. AT the
age Of one and twenty | had saved
$50. | was earning $500 a year,
and my father did not take it from
me, only requiring that | should
pay for my board. At the age of
twenty one | had secured pretty
cottage just outside Of the city. |
was able to pay two-thirds Of the
value down and also to furnish it
respectfully. Twas married on Sun
day-a Sunday. in June-at my
fathers house. My wife had come
to me poor in purse, but rich IN the
wealth of her womanhood. The
Sabbath and the Sabbath night we
pissed beneath my fatner's root, and
on Monday morning | was to work,
leaving my mother and sister to
help IN preparing my home. On
Monday evening, wher the labors
of the day were doae, | went not
to my parental shelter as in the
past but to my own house-my own
house The holy atmosphere Of
that hour seems to surround me
even now in the memory. / open
ed the door ofmy cottage and enter
ed | laid my hat on the little
staud in the hall and passed on to
the kitchell---our kitchen and din
ingroom were both one then.
pushed open the room door and was


in heaven. The table was against
the wall. The evening meal was
resdy-prepared by the hand Of
her who had come to be my help.
meet in deed as well as in name
and by the table, with a throbbing
expectant look upon her face, stood
my wife. | tried to speak and could
not. could OILY clasp the wait
ing angel to my bosom, thus show
ing to her the elastic burden of my
heart. The years have passed
long, long years-and worldly
wealth has flowed in upon me and,
| am honored and envied, but as
true as heaven, | would give it all
every dollar-for the joy ofthat
June evening, long ago |