smithclay/nortonstories huggingface dataset:
Year: 1871

gilded with the dewy CLEANS Of hope
float before us with all their enchanting


graces. But Summer soon comes-the
meridian of life-calm, peaceful, serene
and thoughtful; the rainbow of hope yet
shows It's blended hues, and quit the
scenes of sensual delight to seek pleas
ures more substantial, but alas! Autumn
approaches and stamps her care upon
the brow that is clouded with mlsfor-
tune, and the heart sickens with the un.
fulillment of hope, and we pass into
old age-the Winter scene Of life. The
funeral cypress casts its gloomy shadows
across our remaining pathway. The
cloudless shore of the bottomless river
of death is just before us; the scenes OF
youth are passed and early friends are
gone, and sslike the gnarled and wither-
ed oak upon the mountain brow" all
friendless and companionless, we weather
the storm alone. o! what is human
greatness and grandeur while the de-
spelling hand of Time cannot be stayed
when all that's great or good or wise
sinks into oblivious gloom2 From the
closing of the gates of Eden to the dawn
of the Millennium there is a, sad waste.





The palace of Priam once illumined by
the smiles of the beautiful but tickle
Helen, like the graves of Hector and
Achilles, are unknown. The cottage Of
Romulus and the palace of Nero alike
sleep beneath the dust of ages. The.
pyramids of Egypt bathe their heights
in the blue clouds while rank weeds wave
over the graves of their builders. The
walls upon which the mysterious hand
wrote the destiny Of Belshazzar, and the
downfall Of Babylon have long since
crumbled into dust and the City of God
hath fallen. Ought we not to wish for a
newness Of life to resurrect the world to
the beauties and pleasures which fade
not aeay .forerer9 Ought we not with
the beginning of this new year resolve
in our own hearts to live for something
else beside the things Of this world, du
ring the present year! try and make


i
some aching heart glad9 try and make
those happy who are sad and weary of
the tolls and trials of earth, and direct
them onward to that bright and beauti-
full world above, where, if they will only
hold out faithful they will receive a
crown Immortal, and be forever at rest.
And now, kind friends, at this sacred
threshold we must leave you with the
the present year of 1871 may
leave you all better and happier than
now. CENSOR.


Per- r.s.5sl. -as.-, .. 'gf, i sss55e r9ss
Year: 1871

HORRIBLE ArFAIE.-The Oregon Herald,
about two weeks ago, published several letters
from Jacksonville, Oregon, giving an account
of horrible affair wherein young girl, who
had been in the employ of J. ID. Fay, State
Senator from Jackson county had been de.
livered of n child in Fay's stable during the
night having left her bed in Fay's house, and
after her delivery che wrapped up the child
and wandered off in the woods and was not
found until nearly dark the next day, when
she was tracked through the woods and dis.
covered in the underbrush nearly chilled to
death. The letters stated that the girl charged
Fay with being the father of the child and that
he had seduced her under the promise of mar
riage. Fay published n card in the Jackson
vile Times denying her assertions IN toto,
whereupon we find in a recent number of the
Oregon Herald statement from Mr.. Rails,
the girls father. together with an affidavit Of
the girl herself, reasserting the statements
made by her of Fay's guilt If her. statement
is true, and the circumstances all corrobOrate
her assertions, Fay has proven himself vii
lain unfit to reside in any civilized community,
and as crime of that nature should be se-
verely punished, and under the Oregon penal
code is made felony punishable by imprison-
ment in the State prison, the guilty party
should endure the extreme limit OF the law.
Year: 1871

valuable to US. We were SIRE he was
sincere. We saw that he had none OF the
meanness that he dealt. 80 gently with,
he must have despised it, and We were
thoroughly ashamed Of ourselves
Year: 1871


We all might do good


Where we often do i'll;
There is always tho way.
If there be but the will.
Though il be but a word,


Kindly broathed or suppressed.
1t may guard of some pain.
Or give peace to some breast.
We all might do good
In a thousand small ways
In forbearing to flatfer,


Yet yielding due praise I.
In sPurhing all rumor.


Reproving wrong done,
And treating but kin lily


The heart we have "a.
We all might do good.


Whether lowly or great.
For the deed is not gagged
By the purse or estate.
If il bc but cup.


or cold water that's given.
Like the widows two mites,
1t is something fer Heaven.
Year: 1871

HERoIsM OF 4 RAILROAD ESG!NEER.--By
an accident that occurred on the Pennsylvania
Railroad, few days ago, Enos j. Hopes, an
engineer, lost his life. Herosm such as Mr..


Hopes displayed on the location deserves more
than passing notice. The facts, as we have
heard them related. are us follows: A car at
tached to freight train bound west had lost a
wheel, and was being carried down grade by
the momentum of the train, pitching and toss
ing over croSs-ties and making the fire ny out
of the stones and iron. MIR. Hopes was com
ing eastward on train with fast freight, and as
he neared the wrecked train he thought
he saw something wrong. 1t was dark, and to
see more plainly he stepped to the fireman
side. which is next the other track. Just then
the wrecked car struck his engine, breaking his
leg in four places, crushing his hlp,. tearing
away half of one of his feet, and knocking him.
in company with the fireman and brakeman,
back into the tank Every man upon Mr.


Hopes engine was injured. The fireman and
brakeman lay senseless on the floor of the tank


The conductor of the train and the other brake


men were on arear car and knew nothing of the
disaster The train was not so much injured
as to delay its progress, and Mr.. Hopes knew
that if it was not promptly stopped it must run
into the hind end of the one next ahead, which
would stop at Il station less than three miles off
for water. Mr.. Hopes, crushed and bleeding,
dragged himself slowly and painfully over the
PROSTATE bodies of his comrades to the throttle
valve of his engine, shut off steam, whistled
down brakes sounded the summons for the
conductor and fell back exhausted When the
train stopped and the conductor came forward
Mr. Hopes was trying to stop the flow Of blood
from his wounds by tying up his shattered leg,
and said, 1T is ali mp with me; do the best you
can for me-" He fingered until the next day


in great agony, which he bore with his usual
bravery, and then died, lamented by all who
knew him. Surely the name of EnosJ. Hopes
should have a prominent place in the history of
those who have heroically died at their posts in
the conscientious discharge of their duty.-Go-
ma'ao,cn (Ra Telegraph.
Year: 1871

Reflect that IL sound mind and body are the
most necessary requisites To promote connubiai
haunincss Indeed without these the journey
through life becomes weary pilgrimage the
prospcct hourly Larkcna to the view the mind
becomes shadowcd with despair, and filled Will,
the melancholy reflection that the happiness "i
another is blighted with our oYn.
Year: 1871

The Peabody-Neptune Cause.-The Captain


Mulcted in Damages.


Before Judge Gross.


Johnston Us. PedbOdp.-Promptly at nine O'Clock
yesterday the court opened, and, counsel being also
promptly IN attendance the case was proceeded
with.


Counsel for the defendant submitted the case upon
the evidence, after which counsel Tor plaIntin ad.
dressed the Court for his client.


THE DECISION.


Judge Gross, in rendering his decision said that
from the great publicity given to the case In the
newspapers he thought at one time that where there
was so much smoke there must be some fire. But
he concluded, after carefully and patiently hearing
all the evidence, pro and there really very
little in 1t. The freezing OF the mems hands was
simply incident to the business they were engaged
In and 10 the severity OF the weather, and Captain
Peabody, or his officers were In way responsible
and he could, therefore, award no damages against
them for these Injuries. The kicking and showing OF
the men about was, however, a different matter,
and damages could be allowed Tor the amount OF
injury thus inflicted.


judgment Tor plaintiff twenty five dollars and
costs.


The parties then left the court Other suits, it is
expected, Will follow II compromise the basis
OF the Courts allowances in this case is not effected.
Year: 1871

The summer is gone and the autumn is here,
And the flowers ara sfrewing their earthly bier;
A drearv mist DER the woodland eWims,
While rattle the nuts from the windy limbs;
From bough to boush the squirrels run,
At the noise of the hunters echoing gun,
And the partridge flies where my footstep heaves
The rustling drifts of the withering leaves.
The nocks pursue their southern fic hts
Some all the day and some all the night;
And up from the wooded marshes come
The sound of the pheasants fcathery drum,
On the highest bOngh the mourner crow
Sits in his funeral suit of woe;
All nature monrns-snd my spirit gricves
AT the noise of my feet in the whitening leaves.
Oh, l sigh for the days that have passed away,
When my life like the year had its season of May
When the world was all sunshine and beauty ant


truth,


And the dew bathed my feet in the valley of youth
Then my heart felt its wings, and no bird Of thu


sky


Sang over the flowers more joyous than l.
But Youth is a fable, and beauty deccives;
For my footsteps are loud in the whitening leaves
And sigh for the time when the reapers at morr
Came down from the hill at the sound of the horn
Or when dragging the rake, followed them out
While they tossed the light sheaves with the


laughter about;
Through the field, with boy daring, bare footed


ran;


But the stubbles foreshadowed the path OF the man
Now the uplands of life lie all barren of sheaves
While my footsteps are loud in the witherin.


leaves.
Year: 1871

A correspondent Of the Liberal
Christian tells tells this story about
VIM. L. Marcy:


81 spent a day of my vacation at
Charlton, Mass. Bill Marcy was a
native of this neighborhood, and
grew up to be a wild heady youth.
He was thought by his parents and
by all the neighbors to be the worst
boy they knew. One winter he
succeeded, in conjunction with kin
dred spirits, in ousting the teacher
from the district school. Salem
Towne, thena young man, was sum
moncd as the fittest person to take
charge of these unruly youth and
complete the term. Everybody
thought the new teacher would GER
tainly have trouble with Bill Marcy.
But the tLouble did not come. The
first day had not passed before Mr..
Towne had discovered in his pupil
an element of real good, and told
him so. This, to the boy, was a
most unusual acknowledgment and
it touched his heart. Some one had
seen good in him. He was then,
capable Of better things, and he
was determined to make the endcav-
Or. 1t was the turning point OF
his life.


Such was his conduct and such
his progress in study that his teach
er advised him to go on and prepare
himself for college. 1t was great
surprise to his parents, but at the
urgent solicitation of Mr.. Towne
they gave their consent, and he was
placed under the instruction of a
clergyman in the vicinity Of his
home. At last he entered college
and passed through the course with
great success, justifying at every
step the confidence and hope of his
best friend. In subsequent life he
rose from one degree of eminence
and usefulness to another, until al
last the whole world was familiar
with the name and fame of William
L. Marcy.


Long years after he had left his
school-day haunts, and when he had
come to deserved cminence, he visi
ted Boston, and was the guest OF
the then Governor of the old Bay
State. Among the distinguished
men who were invited to meet him
was Gen. Salem Towne. When
the Governor saw Marcy and Towne
greet each other as old friends, he
very naturally expressed a plrsura-
bic surprise that they knew each
other so well. 'Why' said Marcy,
that is the man that made me-
When l was 4 boy everybody was
against me. None-no, not even
my own father or mother-saw any
good in me. He was the first who
believed in me, told me what |
might become, and helped me on in
life at that critical iuncture. What
ever of merit or distinction I have
since attained to, owe to him more
than to any other living person."
Year: 1871

loyal women throughout the land,
who pronounced a blessing upon
the Union soldier, never stopped to
enquire who he was, or what he had
been. They strewed flowers in his
path, and have not forgotten to
strcw them yearly upon his grave.


"Thc grand army Of women" are
battling for the same principle fol-
which loyal men shouldered the
musket.


The time has come when a falter-
ing step may put off our enfran-
chisemcnt for years. If there is a
woman in Iowa who has nothing to
vote for, either morally or finan-
cially, "she is poor indeed" Let
each one answer the question for
hsrself.


The woman suffrage party OF
Iowa is not, nor cannot be, made re-
sponsible for the individual opin-
ions of those who, in other States
are exciting the public mind upon
the so-called doctrine of "free love-
and, with full knowledge Of the
particular views of all our friends
in this State, who are prominent in
this work, ! feel fully authorized in
saying, that we disclaim any par
ticipation in, or sympathy with any
other organization, state or national,
leaders or followers, who seek to
incorporate into our articles of faith,
the principle of what is interpreted
by the public as free love.


The woman's suffrage party of
Iowa is made up of the mothers,
wives and daughters, who believe
that the m ,rriage bond is to the So
cial, what the constitution is to the
political union.


The individual examples of the
women in this State, who are linden
titled with the suffrage cause, should
be sufficient guarantee Of their
integrity of purpose, and the esti-
mate they place upon well defined
moral standard Of social life. In
this respect they challenge compari-
son with other political organiza-
tions.


If there are those who differ with
us, let us lay aside the discussion
of all minor questions, and use all
our influence and energies for the
procurement of the ballot, which is
the only power which will make our
opinions respected.


We most earnestly entreat all
and every woman in Iowa, without
regard to her individual opinions
upon any other question political,
social or religious, to unite with us
in securing the ballot for the sex.


A governor and Legislature are to
be elected, who are to act upon the
question of our right to the ballot.
Let us take the enemy at their word,
and exercise "great moral influ-
ence," not only upon our husbands,
fathers and brothers, but upon every
other voter in the coming election.


We should know no oparty but the
equal rights party; no platform but
the ballot for women.


1t should be of no Importance to
us what party name the otfice-seek-
crs may bear. Is lie in favor Of po-
litical equality? should be the only
question for us to ask.


Let every county society be rep
resented at our next annual conven-
ton. Let the friends of woman
suffrage organize and rally for one
combined effort, and the victory is
ours. ANNIE SAvERY.


Cor. Sec. Iowa w. S. A.
Year: 1871

He had been whalcr for twenty
years, and when he gave up the sea
and settled upon his earnings, all
his friends said they hoped Jona-
than Weeks would marry some nice
woman and enjoy the comforts Of a
happy home. lie himself seemed
to think it would be nice thing to
do, and he made an effort i'll that
direction. But they all said that
the reason why he did not win the
heart and hand Of Widow Burritt
was this:-It seems that Mr.. Weeks
used to go round there courting and
so on, in the evenings, and while
the widow sat patching the trousers
of her son, and waiting for mani
festations of Weeks love, old
Weeks would sit over on the scttec,
getting sleepier and sleepier, and
quietcr every minute. And every
now and then he would nod in the
land Of dreams, and get to wander
ing off and imagining himself away
on a whaling voyage, wake up sud
denly all bcwildercd,and would seize
his cane and jab it into the widow be-
fore he could collect his senses sutii-
cicntly to realize that it was not n
harpoon and she whale. They do
say that Mrs. Burritt INDUCED these
eccentricities for a time with the
firm conviction that she would re-
construct that whalcr when she
married him. But this was never
to be; for one evening Mr.. Weeks
sat doing on that scttcc with a
kind of dim, dreamy conciousness
Of things, in which the room and
settee were confused and mixed
with the raging main and the whal-
ing boat. The widow had y cold in
her head, and was Just in the act of
making vigorous use Of her hand
kcrchief, when the dream OF Weeks
reached a crisis, and he yelled ont,
"Ther-r-r-e she blows!" and heavcd
his harpoon at her with such force
that he broke her back-comb into
vulgar fractions, and knocked her off
of the chair. Loves young dream
was entirely dissipated, and Mr..
! Weeks went home with two hand
fulls of hair missing. He is single
yet, because he says women have
no sympathy and forbearance.
Year: 1871

were gone; sweet smile played on
her mouth; her hair was so silvery
white, 50 honorable, no one could be
afraid to look at her; it was still the
same benign, kind grandmamm l..
And the psalm-book was laid un
der her head, as she herself had de-
sired, and the rose laid in the old
book; and SO they buried her.


On her grave, close under the
church wall, they planted a rose tree,
and it stood full of blossoms; the
nightingale sang over it, and from
within the church the organ played
the most beautiful psalms in the
book that lay under her head. And
the moon shone right down upon
her grave; but the dead one was
not there; every child could fear.
lessly go there at night, and pluck
a rose, there by the churchyard
wall.


One that is dead knows more than
all we living know; the dead know
the dread we should feel at anything
SO strange as that they should come
to us; the dead are better than we
all, and so they do not come. There
is earth over the coffin, there is
earth in it. The psalm-book with
its leaves is dust, the rose with all
its associations has crumbled into
dus.; but above, fresh roses bloom
above the nightingale sings, and
the organ plays; one thinks of the
old grandmother, with the mild
eyes, ever young.


Eyes can never die! Ours shall
one day see her young and beauti-
full as when, for the first time, she
kissed the fresh red rose that licth
now dust in the grave.
Year: 1871

A Pcorian drove livery team
down to the Pekin Fair, tied it to a
post, forget all about it, and went
home on the cars. Memory didn't
bring the light of other days around
him until the next morning.
Year: 1871

THAT was thoughtful economy Of the Irish
man in the pit of Dublin theatre, who seeing
some people about to throw an obstreperous
fellow in the gallery over the railing, and be.
inc much exasperated by bad orchestra, cried
out loudly: "Don't waste him; kill fiddler
with him!'
Year: 1871

IT is said that few iron nails placed in q
vase with flowers will keep the water sweet
and the flowers fresh. This arises from the
sulphur eliminated from the plants combined
with the iron.
Year: 1871

Mr.. GLADSTONE ON THE LoRDs.-A
correspondent of the New York World
writes out IAN interview" with the British
premier, in which that gentleman is made
to say that his party has suffered by the
formal censure of the House of Lords. Mr..
Gladstone is credited with the following
language:


at is not light thing to rest under the
censure of one branch of the Legislature
a censure pronounced with deliberation
and gravity, and by great majority. This
is a grave thing. But there is power
higher than that of the House of Lords or
of the House of Commons. 1t is the pub
lie opinion of the conntry the voice of
the people; and to this we appeal for our
justification, with the plain statement that
what we did was with the aim of putting
down gross violation of the law"
Year: 1871

Cattle are dying in Dalton, Georgia, of muir
rain. Six or seven are lost every day.


Hogs are dying of cholera in Granger county
to such an extent that the people viii scarcely
be able to put up supply of bacon this year.


Mr.. George Smith, of Hamblen county, is this
year cultivating piece of meadow land which
has been set in grass for fifty successive years
and was never plowed, it having been sown
down at first without breaking. 1t is producing
good corn. Mr.. Smith also has barn with q
shingle roof of heart pine which was put on in
1870 and is still good.
Year: 1871

Urinary and Womb Diseases, Gravel Diabetes, Drop
sy( Incontinence of Urine Brights disease Abumiaa
ra and in where there Brick dust deposit
the water is thick, cloudy, mixed with substances like
the white Of egg or threads like white silk there
is morbid, dark, bilious appearance and white Bone
dust deposits, and where there is prickng, burning
sensation, and pain in the small of the back and along
the lOins. In all these conditions, Railways SarpAr
liam Resolvent aided by tbs application of RaduAg's
Ready Relief to the spine and small of the back and
the bowels regulated with one or two of Railways
Regulating Pills per day will, soon make a complsts
In few days the patient will be enabled to hold
and discharge water naturally without pain and the
Urine will be restored TO its natural clear and amber
or sherry color.
Year: 1871

Thomas Jefferson said that he would rath-
than government without newspapers
There was something prophetic in the re-
mark, for in the days of Jefferson newspapers
were uot what they are to-day. More and
more the country and the civilized world is
coming to be governed by newspapers


The Tammany Ring had hold of the ma
chinery of a great party. They held power
in city where large part of the voters have
not intelligence enough to read, and another
large part have not discrimination enough to
understand what they read If ever there
was political power that might hope to
hold its own despite the criticism of the press,
that power was TammaRy, And so long had
they borne a fire of small shot, and so much
bad their power increased under IL, that it
really seemed invincible. To every criticism
of the press their only response was the pur-
chase of a convention, Legislature, board
of aldermen, or, perchance, newspaper 1t
self.


But the de!ugc came at last-a deluge
against which money was no barrier. Pa
pers not purchasable took the thing in hand
In dead earnest. And one characteristic of
American journalism is its furious earnest
ness, and its fierce concentration upon the
uppermost topic Whcu once the cry was
started, almost every paper wheeled into line.
No journal could afford to stand back, Sc
cret accounts were published. The graves Of
buried secrets were opened by the remorse-
less especial reporter who is worth thou
sand detectives. Then the machinery of a
convention was of no avail. Tweed held the
convention, but the papers swept the conyen-
ton to the winds. Tweed held the Judges
most people thought, but the judges have not
dared to reverse the decision of case where
the verdict has been already made up by pub
| lie opinion. A..
After all. newspapers are nothing OF them-
selves. Newspaper government Is represen-
| tative government of the highest order
| Newspapers have power because they have a
constituency and speak itsvoice. They gov
ern only as they are able to influence those
whom they represent. But politicians are
coming more and more to understand that
they can not govern without the press. Gen


Butler had gathered into his hands in hi,


great fight in Massachusetts, all the elements


once considered necessary to success. HI


had every discontented and effervescing ele
mcnt in the party, from the temperance me,
to the communists. Backed by these aggres
siye and powerful elements, he had also til