smithclay/nortonstories huggingface dataset:
Year: 1871

cannot for the life of me feel as II had
the first right to what possess. A man
comes to my house and says he wants to
be married. I marry him in four or hvo
minutes, and he gives me ten dollars. A
few years ago would have worked a week
for ten dollars, and think had done very
well. Or a lyceum wants lecture. slip
down in the afternoon, and come back the
next day with hundred dollars. One
month, remember when worked at the
anvil, did every ounce of work that was
in me, and my wages came to $73. Now
four times a year 1 go to the church treas
ury and draw as much as I could earn in
three years at my old work, and then
plume myself in my secret heart on my
handsome moderation in not demanding
more salary. Now, what religion is there
! in my saying that this is intrinsically mine
to spend as 1 will, when Bill and Johnny
are hainmering away on the old spot, at
lower prices, if anything2


Somebody says my talent makes this
difference. Well, my talent, my great
Teacher says, belongs to God. 1t is a trust
to use wisely and well, and not to keep to
myself I look through my church and
city, and say to hundred men: "Why are
you not sailing before the mast? Why are
you not running round as country doc
tor, the most helpless slave in your Sec
tion, except your horse? Why are you
not school teacher boarding around
Why are you not catch h-ponny lawyer,
where lawyer is a nuisance" l say this
to myself, of course, as 1 see great mer-
chants and men, with splendid facilities OF
all kinds, making their mark and their
money, and 1 say "Your money and
your faculty are permitted to you for the
holiest uses. God gives you five talents,
that you may give back ten again."


A rich banker in heaven has given me
| great trust he has sent with it fair white
angel called Conscience, to watch and
| guide and keep me right. II drive that
angel back TO heaven, by perpetual insult
and injury, its place will be taken by the
| tiend Remorse. Now, want to keep on
| good terms with the angel. Everything
| beside is dust and ashes if that leave me;
and I can only be true to it as am true to
my trust. To be sure that the gift in me,
| out of which grows my fortune, is Gods
| gift, is vast inspiration to just generos-
| ity, and it turns the steel chain around my
purse to silken string.-Ro6ert Collyer.
Year: 1871

We suppose everybody who lives in a
city has sometimes wondered what those
curiously painted images are made of, that
stand by certain shop-doors, with bunch
Of cigars in one hand, while they invite the
customer to enter, with the other Some Of
them are as hideous as they are disgusting
and we often wonder why such leering
vulgar images are used to attract custom
ers.


Sister Brown was one of the prmest and
most correct maiden ladies, but she was
very curious and prone to crafty her in
quiring mind to the utmost, and that was
why we were all glad when she met with
the following "contre temps:


She was going home from an evening lee
ture, rather late at night for single lady
to be upon the street alone, when it occurr-
ed to her that it would be a favorable op-
portunity for her to examine the new In
dian image that had been set up ON the
street, and which had puzzled her good
deal.


She had often asked of what it was made,
but had received no satisfactory answer;
and had determined, when an opportunity
did present itself, to examine the curious
figure.


The opportune moment had arrived. Sis
ter Brown looked in every direction, and
feeling certain she was not observed, ad-
vanced towards what she supposed to be
the image standing in the shadow of deep
recess, but what unfortunately, was a po-
liceman.


Sister Brown gave him a punch, pinched
his arm, then gave another punch, all Of
which the policeman bore in silence. Then
she attempte5to take his h3nd to feel for
the eigars, when, to her horrh, he returned
the pressure with right good will. The as
tonishment of the maiden lady can be i'm
agined but not described, when a grum
voice cried out


'Sister Brown, what do you want of
me?"


The policeman said he had seen good
many folks travel, but he never saw wo-
man measure the ground as Sister b. did
when she went round the corner.
She was cured of her investigating spirit,
greatly to the relief of the neighborhood
where she resided, for the policeman de-
scribed her examination of his portly per-
son in manner that turned the poor wom-
an to great ridicule.


Sister B. says when she looks at shop
windows now, that if there is anything she
hates, it's "Injins and the perlice."


There are more people than Sister Brown
who would be benefited by well-deserved
ridicule, if nothing but ridicule will cure
them of their ill-timed curiosity Youth S
Companion.
Year: 1871

and he did he was sent to prison for the
crime. His footprints show that he did
not come out of that lions den which his
new companions invited him TO enter.


One cold, winter evening we were ad-
dressing children's meeting, in Boston.
While speaking, ragged, dirty, wretched
man entered and took his seat by the door.
Though he was drunkard, he listened.
At the close of the meeting he made his
way to the desk, and grasping the speaker
by the hand, exclaimed:


"I am a drunkard beyond recovery"
and the tears streamed down his cheeks,
and his form shook with emotion.


Looking him in the eye, and observing
the traces of intellect and manlness there,
we replied:


"You look as If you might be saved, and
as If you were worth saving"


He answered in a still more chillingtone,
81 am a drunkard beyond recovery. L
sold my shirt for rum today, sold my
stockings for rum today" And he went
on to say that the cause of his degradation
was the beer and wine which he drank in
his boyhood. By and by his appetite was
too strong to be denied.


Observe the tracks, boys. Mind whittier
your steps lead. Suffer not the tempter to
lead you into his trap. The lion is kind
and friendly when he wants you to visit
his den he is a lion for all that. Look out
for him. Whenever you see no returning
tracks, refuse to enter!
Year: 1871

Dear little bare feet
Dimpled and white,
In your long night-gown
Wrapped for the night;
Come let mo count all
Your queer little toes,
Pink as the heart


OF q shell or rose.
One is lady


That sits in the sun;
Two is baby,


And three is q bun;
Four is lily


With innocent breast;
Five is birdie


Asleep on her nest.
Year: 1871

discovered Below, at the fort, where the little hat-bottomcd steamers receive freight and passengers for the mines, the channel is shallow and the stream is crossed by a flat boat attached to ropes running upon cable suspended from poles on either bank; but here 1t is somewhat deeper flowing between prccpitous mountains of rock and volcanic debris Al the point known as the Rosaria lead the silver ore crops out on the surface of the hills. where have traced 1t for miles in any direction, and it has been matter of surprise to me. as it has been to others, that these lodes, lying, many of them, so near the river that the ore may be "Shunted from them into the hargcs or stcamboats, should be overlooked. while silver mines are opened hundreds of miles from a seaport, in the heart of the wilderness, from which tine ore must be transported at an enormous cost of freghtage. The diner sends to the top of the table for the salt, which lies beneath his nose Hitherto the Mexican drdst'u Is the only process of mining in use, but large plates or buttons, and rough silver in ''chunks,' may toe seen at the trading store in Arizona City, where it has been sold by the few struggling miners, who accept clothes, tools and provis- ions at exorbitant prices, in part payment The locality known to explorers is the center of one of the richest silver and copper dis tricts on the continent, but the "prospectors' keep their own counsel, and little is ever heard of the mines of the Picacho Copper is one of the most important of the mineral resources of the Gadsien Purchase, but railroad is required to bring it within reach of a market. This road will soon be com pleted.

 As an instance of the typographical knowl- edge and foresight of General Fremont, who is greatly interested in the road I may recall on observation made to me by him long be- fore these discoveries. "The world regards this section of country as wilderness v said he, but the time is not far distant when it will prove to be the richest of our domain and will be densely peopled. The man who drives down his stakes there to-day, prepared to work for as we'll as to wait for develop ments, cannot but succeedn
Year: 1871

A long headed Englishman has discovered that sunstroke is due to the action of light on the brain, exerted through the eye, and not to excessive heat. He does mt explain, though, how it ia. that in northern climates, where the light is more intense in winter owing to the reflection from fields of snow sunstroke occurs only during the the sum mer, and when the season is hottest.
Year: 1871

told my mother. Then my mother
put me to bed. When girl takes out
her handkerchief in the street to wipe
her nose, the young men who earn a
living by standing in front of the Pine
block always wipe their noses at the
same time if they see her. Girls get
married sometimes, but not always
Those that don't get married don't
want to. When they get married they
have wedding cake. l like wedding
cake, but 4 don't see any fun in getting
married, especially to a girl.
Year: 1871

L was once summoned home from
my travels on the Continent by very
important news. There was no time
to lose in getting back, so L went as
fast as l could to Havre, and took the
first ship that sailed for New York
1t was in the month of June, which l
considered the most pleasant month
in the year to cross the Atlantic and
though | found after leaving that my
ship was an old and leaky concern, yet
l did not feel any very great anxiety


We went on for several days, and
as we were favored with fine breeze,
perfectly fair, we made very rapid
progress, and soon came within the
region of the banks of Newfoundland.


But here stop was put upon our
progress. On the second day after
we arrived on this spot the wind died
away altogether.


For an entire day we lay becalmed,
with the ship tossing lazily over the
huge ocean surges. All hands grew
impatient. Our captain, who had
been in high glee at our quick pro-
gress, and had expected by this time
to be sailing into New York Harbor,
now lost his patience, and spent the
greater part of time in cursing alter
nately the wind, the waves, the sky,
the sun, the ship, and his own eyes.


This did not help the matter at all,
however. In fact, worse things than
mere calm were in store for u.s.
During the night fog came on, and
when we arose in the morning it had
closed in all around us with a density
that had never seen equaled.


Here was pretty situation. A
dead calm, smooth sea, and not a
breath of wind. | blamed myself
thousand times for not going on to
Liverpool and taking another steamer.


However, there was no resource but
patience. Patient we had to be,
whether we liked it or not.


In the middle of the following day,
however, we felt slight breath of
air. 1t was the first breath of a glo-
rious wind which now again was blow
ing favorably as before. Through the
day it increased, blowing stronger
every hour, until, when 1 went to bed,
I retired with pleasing thought that
every hour carried me ten miles near
er to my home.


1 slept soundly.


But suddenly, at about three o'clock
in the morning, as far as 1 can recol-
lect, 1 was awakened by sudden
crash which sounded like thunder to
my half-aroused senses, and seemed to
shake the ship to pieces.


In a moment l was out of my berth
and up on the deck.


Great Heaven what a spectacle
there met my gaze


All around was the blackness of
darkness. The wind was bowling
fiercely through the rigging. The
sailors were running wildly to and fro.
The captain was standing like man
and shouting, while he
wrung his hands, We're lost we're
lost =


/ spoke not word to any one, but
quickly and nimbly, as cat, l leaped
down from the quarterback on to the
poop deck and rushed forward. 1t
was so intensely dark and thick that /
could see but little with distinctness
Yet a strange feeling of intinse cold
made itself evident even then to my
senses.


] lcapcd from the forccastlc.
Year: 1871

mother, VINO nau Deen fanny Orcnaru
before her marriage, and venerated
both her father and his watch But
we can't whip the boy


NO said Pa. Some other means
must be devised


Shut him in a closet said grandpa.


'Oh p cried ma. Then acquieseing
II suppose it must be done, poor
child


Now sound whipping would have
done the child good. But Tom was a
superstitious child, and dreaded the
dark most wofully. The ghost he had
always expected to see come to him
probably in that murky closet, for at
the end of an hour he was taken out
in fit, caused by his terror. 1t was
a terrible time for that little house
hold. Tom was put to bed and a
doctor sent for.


Grandfather Orchard shut himself
up in his room and wept, and his
daughter almost hated him. For his
sake she had punished Tom, and this
was the end.


Alas worse was to come. The lit
tie head never lifted from the pillow.
1t was certain to have happened some
time, the doctor said. The child
could not have lived to grow up, he
was dying.


In week he was dead, and the
mother and father in their selfreproach
heaped doubld reproaches on the old
man, who bore them all in silence.


All the reproaches were of no avail,
however. The little creature lay in
his coffin, and Grandfather Orchard
was to leave his daughters home on
the day after the funeral


1t was midnight. The mother sat
alone in the room, with her dead child.
1t was not very light and the curtains
of the window dropped over her. To
one entering, the room would have
seemed empty. Some one did enter,
on tip-toe. The weeping woman did
look. 1t was her father. His face
was wet with tears. In his hand he
carried something, glittering in the
feeble rays of the lamp on the mantle.


He bent over the coffin.


'Grandpa's Tommyp he moaned,
with his feeble old voice. 'Oh, my
pretty childl My pretty, murdered
child I'll be the next-I'll be the
next, l hope But l never thought
to see this sight


Then he seemed to move the little
form-to be busy about it, somehow.


The mother stepped forward, and
looked, unseen.


The old man had lifted up the head
of the dead child, and beneath the
little lace-trimmed pillow was hiding
away his watch The watch now in
order again, as before the childs fin
gers had been busy with it. The only
thing of value the poor old man pos
sessed.


The mother saw, and was softened.


She came closer to the old man, and
called him by his familiar name:


Father-dear father =


Then she laid upon his breast, weep
ing, and the two were reconciled.


But she made no effort to prevent
the accomplishment of the old mans
wish, and the watch, which had been
the cause of the child's death, if any
earthly thing were actually the cause
of it, was buried with him.
Year: 1871

TILE ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION AND
Picnic of Liberal Grove Lodge, Mo-,
United Ancient Order of Druids, will take
place next Monday at City Spring Park,
with one OF the most attractive programmes
OF the season,
Year: 1871

: The symptoms of Liver


Complaint are uneasiness
and pain in the side. Some
times the pain is in the
shoulder, and is mistaken


for rheumatism. The stom-


ach is effected with loss OF


appetite and sickness, bowels


in general costive, some
atimes alternating with lax
i with pain, and dull, heavy
sensation, considerable loss


of memory, accompanied


with painful sensation Of hav-


ing left undone something


Which ought to have been


done. Often complaining or


weakness, debility and low
spirits. Sometimes many OF
Year: 1871

Here l am reminded of another pleasure
of modern dwellers in Venetian palaces,
which could hardly have been indulged by
the patricians Of old, and which is hardly
imaginable by people of this day, whose
front doors open upon dry land !: mean
to say the privilege of sea-bathing from
ones own threshold. From the beginning
of June till far into September all the canals
of Venice are populated by the amphibious
boys, who clamor about in the brine, or
poise themselves for leap from the tops
of bridges, or show their fine, statuesque
figures, bronzed by the ardent sun, against
the facades of empty palaces, where they
hover among the marble sculptures, and
mediate heaolong plunge. 1t is only the
Venitian ladies, in fact, who do not share
this healthful amusement. Fathers of fam
lilies, like so many plump, domestic brakes,
lead forth their aquatic broods teaching
the little ones to swim by the aid of vari-
Gus floats, and delighting in the gambols of
the larger ducklingS. When the tide
comes in fresh and strong from the sea the
water in the Grand Canal is pure and
refreshing; and at these times it is singu-
lar pleasure to leap from ones doorstep
into the swift current, and spend half
hour, very informally, among ones neigh
bors there. The Venitian bathing dress is
mere sketch Of the pantaloons of ordi-
nary life and when used to stand upon
our balcony and see some bearded head
ducking me polite salutation from pair
of broad, brown shoulders that showed
above the water, was not always able to
recognize my acquaintance, deprived of his
Fictitious identity of clothes. But l always
knew a certain stately consul general by
vast expanse of badness upon the top of
his head and it must be owned, l think,
that this form of social assembly was, with
all its disadvantages, novel and vivacious
spectacle. The Venitian ladies, when they
bathed, went to the Lido, or else to the
bath houses in front of the Ducal Palace,
where they saturated themselves a good
part of the day, and drank coffee, and, pos
sbly, ossipped.-4Aantic Monthly.
Year: 1871

Another Country House Nuisance"
and one that we consider inconceivably
greater than the so termed I" Feather Bed
Nuisance" is City Cousins. They come
upon us in the heat of summer, numbering
our houses, from garret to cellar, with bag
gage, claiming all our time, attention and
strength, and even sleeping in our best
feather beds-and continuing to sleep there,
late in the morning, while our breakfast
must wait until, say nine o'clock, and
everything else is dsarranged accordingly.
This we endure for weeks, perhaps months.
Then, when they return to the city, and
are deprived the luxury of a feather bed,
and enjoy the soft side of plank, they
show the deceitful side of their nature, by
ridiculing our hospitality and feather beds.


Now this is what we country people get
for our pains and l, for one, don't enjoy
it Next summer they will come again,
Notwithstanding their aversion to our
feather beds We wonder at their impu-
dence in coming again, but considering
their ignorance, we do as bcfore-fuss and
fry, bake and stew over a hot stove, until
we heartily wish there were no Getty
Cousins - to torture us.


But, look now on the other side. We 60
to the city, and call on our cousins. Are
they as delighted to see us as when they
were dying CT heat and starvation, and
came to the country for supplies, free Of
cost? By no means. They scarcely know
us, have no room for us their house is
full they don't see how they can accom-
modate us, and it is lucky thing for us if
they can't for we would find no feather
bed to rest upon-only an abomnable
apology for bed, with more B. BIS to
feed upon us than we have flesh and blood
to supply; and in the morning we have
not strength enough to rise up in defense
of anything short of a feather bed.-Louise.
Year: 1871

The swelling buds have burst to blooming life


The stately forests wave with foliage green
The merry Spring with health and beauty rife


Adurns the lovely scene.
Along the silver brooks the fragrant flowers


Are brightly blusinG in the mornings beam
The birds sing swectly. and the happy hours


Glide on, like moments in pleasant dream.
Far from the norh the gathering clouds arise


And shade in darkness heautcuus scenes below;
The flowers droop PALE the birds with plantiye cries
Seek shelter from the snow.
The gleeful children cease their rompng play


And round the glowing hearthstone closely crowd
And verdant hill and valley fade away


In silent death beneath the spotless shroud.
Year: 1871

THE THEATRE.-La Rue's Minstrels com.
menced an engagement at the Theatre on
Monday night, and, owing to the inclement
evening, they were not greeted by as large
an audience as they should have had under
other circumstances. Their performance
was, if possible, more amusing, and the
dancing certainly better, than when they
visited this city last. Their songs, too,
were quite as well sung. The inimitable
Ricardo's falcetto brought down the House,
and made the pit fairly shake from the ap-
plause Of those below. Last night there
was a better audience, and the entertain
ment better than the night before. There
is nothing in their doings or sayings that
could offend the sensibility of the most
modest, and all who want to be pleased and
amused should give them call while they
are in Richmond.
Year: 1871

Not DEAD.-Some of Abram Halls
colored enemies of the Radical persuasion
have spread the report that be is dead.
Abram says this is not SO, but that he is
alive, and still ready to worry them. We
do not doubt him.
Year: 1871

SARATOGA, August pa CORE
spondent writes as follows concerning
the four mile race Wednesday. First,
Longfellow was not in good eondi-
tiou. Horse Judges, who visited
the track this morning at daylight,
noticed that he was not feeling in ms
accustomed spirits. His skin was
tight, Notwithstanding he ran two
miles in ten minutes before the race;
he hardly raised a sweat. Second,
why was he allowed to run this two
miles around the track, and half way
round and hack, Just before entering
on four mile racer In reality, Long
fellow run six miles. Horsemen are
amazed at Harper's seeming lack OF
foresight, but do not doubt his integ-
rity. Third, was il fair race? CUES
tions are being asked on this point.
There Is not the shadow OF a doubt
that Harper acted religiously and in
the highest good faith. he was afraid
to even trust his old rider, Bob Swim,
a white bow, on, for he might be tritied
with. and he so believed. Though
he was not so good a rider he
could trust Joe Black, q boy
whom he had raised himself; but,
70 make assurance doubly sure, ne
did not let inferior Joe out OF hif
sight for six days preceding the race
Fourth, John Harper lost forty thou
sand dollars when LOngselloW threw
the race, for the horse was worth six
tv thousand dollars yesterday, anC
to-day no one would give ten thou
sand tor him. Any one sitting be
Ride Johu Harper during the race
could never doubt the old mans in
tegrity. and his absolute faith that h'
was going TO win the race until IN
last mile, nor his terrible disappOint


ment at the final result,
Year: 1871

Chrstinn MissiOns in Heathcn IsandS.


The above is the title OF q lecture to be given ~
ST. Mary's Hall, Court street, near Nelson, by Rev.
Father J. MacKepna, this evening. Admission VIVA
be free but q collection will be taken up during the
evening among the audience to enable the reverend
gentleman who years ago endeared himself TO the
people Of that section OF the CITY, wnere ne
In the holy ministry to proceed with the erection OF
n church at CulchOgue L. l., where ne Is stationed.
Year: 1871

public attention. because this is probably the first
poitico-rellgious subject ON which the government
have been called upon to give decision. And the
people OF Bavaria particularly anxious for such
decision, since no one really knows what the true


character and Intentions OF the present ministry
are. Liberals ana uliramOntanes alike claim them