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Year: 1872

Quite an amusing j Ike was per


petrated at a certain boarding
house in Hudson, Last Saturday
night. One of the k1srders, n
very modest young man, had oc


casian to be out late, aud the rest
of his household thought they
would play joke on him, and
thiS is the way they did it. They
rigged up figure, supposed to re,
sernble fam tIe, which they .pui
in his bed, and they hung on a
chair Il skirt, on another a set Of
cnrsets, hung dress over the froi
board, and urnamented the bureau
with false hair pins and fixings-
thus giving the room the appear
auce Of being occupied by lady.


Al late hour the owner OF


the rhonl returned and lit Il e gas.
and his eyes b.held such an array
of articles as they were not wont
to gaze upon; but though bis ey es
were surprised his nose did not go
back on him, for it ''smelt mice,


and proceeded quickly to gather
up the fragments, did them in n
bundle, end hid them under the
barn. Sunday morning he ap-
peared at the table as though moth


ing had occurred, and could not he
prevailed to see any joke at all.
The result was that the instigators
were obliged to ren ain at home
from church f,r want Of hair and
boots and things, and had to ask
the bashiul young man to return
them. What he wants to know i,
who got the joke played on them.
Year: 1872

A woman met her death in
England recently under very sim
gular circumstances. She was
cracking nuts by sticking them
with a knife, when a small nut.
shell few into her eye. She did
not take much notice of it at the
time, but sometime afterwards the
eye became very painful, and in6a-
nation set in, which was followed
by dclirium, and the poor woman
died. s-g
Year: 1872

The deacon was not very much behind II
the following story be true. In a small
town on the Schuylkill river, there is a
church in which the singing had run down.
1t had been led many years by one of the
deacons, whose voice and musical powers
had been gradually failing. One evening
the clergyman gave out the hymn, which
was in an odd measure, rather harder than
usual, and the deacon led off. Upon its
conclusion the minister said: "Bro. B.
will please repeat the hymn, as l can not
pray after such singing!' The deacon very
composedly pitched into another tune, and
the clergyman proceeded with his prayer.
Having finished, he took up the book to
give out the second hymn, when he was in
terrupted by the deacon gravely getting up
and, In voice audible to the whole con-
gregatiop, saying: "Will Bro. B. make an
other prayer? 1t would be impossible for
me to sing after such prayer as that. ~
Year: 1872

WE WILL BE PREPARED TO PUR-


w chase all the WOOL that may be offered
us during the coming season, and to pay not only
the highest price in Cash, but to pay as much as
can be realized in any market when expenses OF
shipping are deducted.


Win be glad to furnish quotations when Spring
shearinQ commences.
Year: 1872

Let, no man be too proud to
work. Let no one be ashamed of
a hard or. a sunburnt countenance.
Let no one be ashamed of poverty.
BE ashamed of nothing that is
honest, but glory in the fact that
you earn your own bread by the
sweat of your brow-that You are
obeying the divine INDUCTION. La.
Dor is honorable, and be not
ashamed of it. ,h9ioo'' .
Year: 1872

Judieious advertising always pays
If you have good thing advertise
it. If you haven't don't


Large type isn't necessary in adver-
tising. Blind folks don't read news
papers.


Don't be afraid to invest in printer 5
ink, lest your sands of life be nearly
run out


Never run down your opponents
goods in public. Let him do his own
advertising.


Let your advertisements have some
thing of the dash in them, without
great exaggeration.


You can't eat enough in one week to
last you whole year, aud you can't
advertise on that plan either.


People who advertise only once in
three months forget that most folks
can't remember anything longer than
about seven days.


If you can arouse curiosity by an ad
vertisement, it is great point gained.
The fair sex don't hold all the curiosity
in the world.


A constant dropping will wear
rock. Keep dropping your advertise
ments on the public and they Will soon
melt under it like rock salt.


Quitting advertising in dull times is
ike tearing out a dam because the
water is low. Either plan will prevent
good times from ever coming.


Dull times, it is said, "are the best
for advertisers" Because when money
is tight, and the people are forced to
economic, they always read the adver-
tisements to see who sells the cheapest,
and where they can trade to the best
advantage.
Year: 1872




OUR FREE SCHOOL SYsTEM.-The
system of common schools as now ex
listing in this State is proving decided
ly unsatisfactory to the friends of pub
lie education, and in some points of
view positively injurious to the cause.
The tax is inadequate to sustain regu-
lar terms or first grade schools, aud by
reason of competition with private
high schools one half the year, render


the latter sufficiently Improbable to
drive thoroughly competent teachers
from the profession. There are many
who would be regular patrons of such
private institutions as Beechwood Sem
mary, and Rural Academy, who are
now demoraiized towards education by
reason of Eve months free school iu
each year, aud the minds of their chill
dren permitted to run wild the other
half year. Under this influence many
private high schools are languishing,
and in some instances have suspended
for want of adequate patronage. The
general or more universal diffusion OF
the knowledge of reading and writing
is doubtless best accomplished even by
the common school system as it at pre-
sent exists and is being operated; but
to those who desire to give their child
ren something of a more advanced ed
ueation thar mere reading aud writing,
the effect is a deleterious. The more
wealthy-though at additional cost
will avail themselves Of distant colleges,
whereas the men Of moderate cireum-
stances, who might be able to give their
children good educatiens if they had
home institutions within reach, win be
compelled to raise them up without
such advantages. Therefore, the ques-
ton we'll arises, what is the remedy?
The answer is only found in an earnest
support of private high schools. The
friends of education must work to sus-
tain these institutions in every commu
nifty. Give them not tacit, but active
support
Year: 1872

A law of Congress requires election
tickets to be written or printed upon,
white paper. Ballots on colored pa
per are illegal, and the judges of cleo
ton are authorized to refuse to receive
them.
Year: 1872

WASHINGTON, NOv TO- 1872.
1t was to-day rumored that an effort might be
made in New York tomorrow to take advantage
Of the excitement to produce panic. This even
ing Mr.. Boutwell, teegraphed to the Assistant
Treasurers in Boston and New York to keep them
selves well informed OF all movements among
bankers and brokers, and telegraph him full par
ticulars The Secretary said 1t was impos-
sible for him to say tonight what he
should do, but that he would be ready tomorrow
to act as the needs OF the money market might de-
mand. 1t is understood that the insurance CON-
panies Of Boston and New York holding govern
ment securities as reserve capital may desire to
ofYer them TO the government for purchase, and as
far as can be ascertained the Secretary win be
ready to purchase on one, two or three days.
notice.


The President left for Philadelphia this afternoon
before the financial question had arisen.


Comptroller Knox does not anticipate any trouble
on the part OF the banks, but thinks they will go on
with their business promptly, and in the case Of
the Chicago fire, he did not believe there woul d
be any embarrassment in that quarter.
Year: 1872

LoNDoN-Sunday, Nov. TO- 1880 A. M.
dre broke out last night in the City Flour
Mills, on Thames street. in this metropolis.


THE FLAMES SPREAD
with alarming rapidity in and around the structure
which was first assailed, and within o very short
space OF time after its first appearance rendered
all eort to arrest its progress, at these particular
premises unavailable.
THE BUILDINGS AND OTHER PROPERTY TOTAL
The City Flour Mills building, the machine
houses, grain receiving stores Offices and other
buildings connected with the establishment have
been already destroyed.


THE FIRE Is STILL RAGING
at the moment when forward this despatch to the
HERALD.


FIREMEN AT WORK.
The entire force OF the fire brigades OF the city
are still employed on duty at the scene OF the
disaster. Water Is being thrown on the still nam-
Ing debris, and every effort is being made to pre-.
vent renewal and spread OF the fire In conse-
qdence OF the scattering OF the smoulderng debris
under the influence OF the wind, which is variable
and rough


THE LOSSES
The actual losses are OF a very heavy amount,
but at this hour idea can be formed of the total
Year: 1872

THoMPsoN's BALL.-The ball at Red
ding on The 18th was decided success SO
far as the pleasure and comfort Of tbe''guests
were concerned The dancing was at
Croftons hall and was continued until a
late hour. The supper was excellent, and
all who attended spoke in high terms
of the party.
Year: 1872

SCHOOL HOUSE BALL-The Trustee.
of Shasta School District will give ball
in the new school house on thanksgiving
day The proceeds of the ball, after pay
ing expenses will be devoted to paying the
debt incurred in fitting up the school house
Further particulars hereafter.
Year: 1872

There was nothing in Pompeii that in
vested it with a deeper interest to me
than the spot where soldier of old Rome
displayed most heroic fidelity. The ia
tai day ON which Vesuvius, at the foot OF
which the city stood, burst into an erup-
tion that shook the earth, poured torrents
of lava from its riven sides, and discharg-
ed, amidst the noise of a hundred thun-
ders, such clouds of ashes as filed the air,
produced darkness deeper than midnight,
and struck such terror into all hearts,
that men thought not only that the end of
the world had come and all must die,
but that the gods themselves we're expi-
ring-on that night sentinel kept watch
by the gate which looked to the burning
mountain. Amidst unmistakable confu-
sion and shrieks of terror, mingled with
the roar of the volcano and cries of moth
ers who had lost their children in the
darkness, the inhabitants fed the fatal
town, while falling ashes, loading the
darkened air and penetrating every place,
rose in the streets till they covered the
house roofs. nor left vestige of the city
but vast, silent mound, beneath which
it lay unknown, dead and buried for near
ly one thousand seven hundred years.


Amidst this fearful disorder the senti-
mel at the gate had been forgotten; and
as Rome required her sentinels, happen
what might, to hold their posts till reliev-
ed by the guard, or set at liberty ty
their officers, he had to choose between
death and dishonor. \ pattern of fideli-
ty, he stood by his post. Slowly but
surely the ashes rise on his manly form
now they reach his breast, and now, COW
ering his lips, they choke his breathing.
He also was faithful unto DEATH" AT
ter seventeen centuries they found his
skeleton standing erect in marble niche,
clad in rusty armor, the helmet on his
empty skull, and his bony fingers still
closed upon his spear.
Year: 1872

A woman, notwithstanding she is the
best listeners, knows her business, and it
is a woman's business to please. don't
say that it is not her business to vote, but
L do say that woman who does not please
is false note in her harmonies of nature.
She may not have youth, or beauty, or
even manner, but she must have something
in her voice or expression, or both, which
it makes you feel better disposed towards
your race to look at or listen to. She
knows that as we'll as We do; and her first
question after you have been talking your
soul into her consciousness is, did l please?
A woman never forgets her sex. She
would rather talk with man than an
angel, any day. Womenly women are
very kind critics, except to themselves and
now and then to their own sex. The less
there is oe sex about woman, the more
she is to be dreaded. But take real
woman at her best moment-well dressed
enough to be pleased with herself, not SO
replendent as as to be show and -ensa-
tion, with the varied outside influences
that Sc. vibrating the harmonic notes of
her nature stirring in the air about her
and what has social life to compare with
one of those vital interchanges of thought
and feeling with her that make an hour
memorable? What can equal her tact,
her delicacy, her subtlety of apprehension,
her quickness to feel the changes Of tenn
perature as the warm and cool currents
of thought blow by turns? At one mo-
ment she is microscopically intellectual,
critical, scrupulous in judgment as an
analysts balance, and the next as sympa-
tbetic as the open rose that sweetens the
wind from whatever quarter it finds its
way to her bosom. 1t is in the hospitable
soul of q woman that man forgets he is
stranger, and SO becomes natural and
truthful, at the same time that he is mes
merized by all those divine differences
that make her mystery and bewilder-
ment.
Year: 1872

There is touch of pathos about doing
even the simplest thing ''for the last time" 3"
1t is not alone kissing the lips of the
dead that gives ycu this strange pain.
You feel it when you look your last upon
some scene which you have loved-when
you stand in some quiet city street where
you know that you will never stand again.
The actor playing his part for the last
time, the singer whose voice is cracked
hopelessly, and who, after this once, will
never stand again before the sea of up
turned faces, disputing the plaudits with
fresher voices and fairer forms, the minis
ter who has preached his last sermon
these all know the hidden bitterness of
the two words, ''never again" How they
come to us ON birthdays, as we grow older.
Never again young-always nearer and
nearer to the vely last-the end which
is universal, the ''last thing which shall
follow all last things, and turn them, let
us hope, from pain to joys. We put
away our boyish toys with an odd head
ache. We were too old to walk any
longer on our stilts-too tall to play mar
bles on the side walk. Yet there was a
pang when we thought we had played
with our merry thought for the last time,
and lfe's serious. grown-uP work was
waiting for US. Now we do not want the
lost toys back. Life has other and larger
playthings for u.s. May it not be that
these, too, shall seem in the light of some
far-of day as the boyish games seem to
our manhood, and we shall learn that
death is but the opening of a gate into the
new land of promise?
Year: 1872

Once or twice little leaf was heard to
cry and sigh, as leaves often do when q
gentle wind is about, And the twig said


''What is the matter, little leaf?'


s'The wind" said the leaf, '.just tol d
me that one day il would pull me off and
throw me upon the ground to die


The twig told it to the branch, and the
branch told it to the tree


And when the tree heard it, it rustled
all over and sent word back to the leaf:


''Do not be afraid hold on tightly, and
you shall not go off till you want to-


And so the leaf stopped signing, and
went on singing and rustling. And it
grew all summer long till October And
when the bright days of autumn came,
the leaf saw all the leaves around becom-
ing very beautiful. Some were yellow,
and some were striped with colors Then
it was asked the tree what it meant.
And the tree said


All these leaves are getting ready to
fly away. and they have put on these col
ors because of their joy"


Then the little leaf began to want to
go, and grew very beautiful in thinking
of it. And when it was gay in colors, it
saw that the branches of the tree had no
colors in them, and so the leaf said:


''Oh, branch why are you lead-color-
ed, and we golden?'


'.We must keep on our work-clothes, %
said the tree, .'for our work is not yet
done; but your clothes are for holiday,
because your task is over.''


Just then little puff of wind came
and the leaf let 60 without thinking of it,
and the wind took it up and turned ii
over, and then let it fall gently down un
der the edge of fence, among hundreds
of leaves. and it never walked up to tell
us what it dreamed about.-Children'
Hour.
Year: 1872

Along the silver summer sea,
Ave saw the white sails drifting,
And sunset glories silently


Their golden lights are lifting;
nv love sang low as sank the glow


across the homeward river;
sThe day may die, but you aud


Will live and love forever"
We shall live and love forever,


Where the shadow falleth never
The song may die, but you aud


Will live and love forever!
Sweet day that died in sunset light,


Sweet song that failed for sweetness
Sweet soul that rose beyond my sight


II, bathe in heavens completeness
The song rings still-1 hear it thrill


Across deaths solemn river;
s'The day may die, but you ana


VIII live and love forever"
Year: 1872

Pale star, that with thy soft sad light
Came out upon my bridal eve,
/ have n song to sing tonight,


Before thou tak'st thy Inournful leave
Since then So softly time has stirr'd


That months have almost seemed lik,


hours.


And am like little bird


That slept too long among the flowers
And waking sits with waveless wing,
Soft singing 'mid the shades of even:
But, oh with sadder heart / sing


sing of one who dwells in Heaven.
The winds are soft, the clouds arc few,
And tender thoughts my heart beguile:
As floating up through mist and dew
The pale young moon comes out ant


smiles


And to the green resounding shore,


In silvery troops the ripples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dinpied o'er,


Lifts up its voice and laughs aloud;
And star on star, all soft and calm,


Floats up you arch serenely blue;
And lost to earth and stepped i'll balm,
Ny spirit floats in ether, too.
Loved oneI though lost to human sight
feel thy spirit lingering near,
And softly as feel the light


That trembles through the atmosphere
AS i'm some temples holy shades,


Though mute the hymn and hush'd th'


prayer,


A solemn awe the soul pervades,


Which tell that worship has been there
A breath of incense left alone


Where many Il censer swung around,
will thrill tine wanderer like TO one


Who treads on consecrated ground.
know thy soul from worlds OF bliss
Yet stoop awhile to dwell with me,
Hath caught tho prayer breathed in this
That I at last might dwell with thee ;
4 hear a murmur from the seas.


That thrills me like the spirits signs;
hear a voice on every breeze,


That makes to mine its low replies
A voice all low and sweet like thine;
1t gives an answer to my prayer,
And brings my soul from Heaven sign
That will know and meet thee there
I'll know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which 4 tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made the lovely all thy days;
By that sweet smile that DER it shed


A beauty like the light of even,
Whose soft expression never fled


Even when its soul had flown to Heav-


en-;


l1l know thee by the starry crown
That glitt ers i'll thy ravon hair;
oh by these blessed signs alone


I'll know thee there, I'll know thee


there.


For an thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweets of youth and beauty met,
That swan in love and softness here,
Must swim in love and softness yet.
For an its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by Il thousand signs
We're holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of Paradise
Were bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve,
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young for eyes that learn to grieye.
i wonder if this cool sweet breeze
Hath touched thy lips and found thy


brow,


For all my spirit hears and sees


Recalls thee to my memory now;
For every hour we breathe apart


Will but Increase, if that can be,
The love that fills this lonely heart
Already filled as full OF thee.
Yet many a tear these eyes must weep
And manya sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink to sleep
And you and l shall meet in Heaven.
Year: 1872

During the heavy gales which prevailed
last fall, the tide, ON one occasion, was
driven SO low in the North river that re-
markable discovery was made. About
seven miles north of St. Augustine, on the
west shore of North river, the remains of
an ancient city were disclosed. The par
ties who have given us this information
are ready to conduct any one who desires.
to the spot. Several wells, walled in with
coquina, are now visible under water but
the foundation of the houses can be only
felt with pole.


On the occasion of the discovery, gale
had prevailed for four or five days from
the north-driving the water out of the
river to an extent never before known.
Further Investigations have also brought
to light coquina quarry on the same site /;
and what is the most remarkable, the quar-
ry is IN midst of dense hammock, and
which any one can see now. by taking the
trouble to go there. The rock is OF a
quality equal to any on Anatasia Island,
and the quarry has been extensively used
doubtless for the purpose of building this
city or settlement-for one or the other it
certainly was.


The question which naturally arises is,
by whom was this settlement made-by
natives of this continent, or Europeans
All historiographers agree that Ponce de
Leon. a companion of Columbus, in his
second voyage, touched on this New
World at a point three miles north OF st
Augustine. This would have brough
him within four miles of this city. or set
Element, whichever it might have been.
Saw they, one AMI all, ''he found the ma
tives fierce and implacable." But at this
period-1526, when Narvaez arrived OIL
the western or gulf coast.


Who will solve this mystery? Perhaps II
NAV throw light on the history OF America
b;tbertoconcealed. For let it be remember
ed that St. Augustine was the first city set
tied in America. Ouris city still throngee
with visitors. There may be some among
them curious enough to search into th'
history of their country: or, at least, ,curiou
enough to crafty their own curiosity. Ther'
are pleasure boats plenty in the harbor,and
at this delightful season we would suggss
that trip up the North river-only seven
m;les-could be accomplished in very
short t,mv-wind and tide favoring-
which our pleasure yacht feet perfectl!
co,,nrebend. Who viii 60 to solve this
mystery, about which. We ourselves desire
an the information We can obtain f--St
Augustine Press.
Year: 1872

In Old and Neao occurs the following
comments on this universal subject:


Many suppose that they love their hus-
bands, whe.i, unfortunately, they have not
the beginning of an idea what love is.
Let me explain to you, my dear lady.
Loving to be admired by a man, loving
to be petted by him, is not loving a man.
All these may be when a woman has no
power of loving at all; they may be
simply because she loves herself, and
loves to be fattered, praised, caressed,
coaxed as cat likes to be coaxed and
stroked, and fed with cream and have a
warm corner.


But all this is not love. 1t may exist,
to be sure, where there is love it general
ly does. But it may also exist where
there is not love. Love, my dear ladies,
is self f-sacriice it is life out of self in an
other. Its very essence is the preferring
of the ease, the wishes of another to
ones own, for the love we bear them.
Love is giving, not receiving. Love is
not shee. of blotting paper or sponge,
sucking in everything to itself; it is an
outspringing fountain giving from itself.
Loves motto has been dropped in this
world as a choice gem of great price, by
the loveliest, the fairest, the purest, the
strongest of lovers that ever trod this
mortal earth, of whom it is recorded that
he said, sit is more blessed to give than
to receive"


Now, in love there are ten receivers to
one giver. There are ten persons in this
world who like to be loved, where there
is one who knows how to love. That, oh,
my dear ladies, is nobler attainment
than all your French and music and dane
ing. You may lose the power of it by
smothering it under early self-indulgence.


But living just as you are all wanting
to live-living to be pitied, to be fatter-
ed, to be admired, to be praised, to have
your own way and to do that which is
only easy and agreeable-you may lose
the power of loving nobly and worthily,
and become mere blotting paper all
your life.