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life? It seems just that he should. It 

 is hard that the woman who makes your 

 clothes should herself and her children 

 go in rags; and not just that the pro- 

 ceeds of her labor should make a million- 

 aire of one who only passes her work 

 through his hands to the purchaser. 



The remedy is in the hands of the la- 

 borer himself. Co-operation is the key 

 to the wealth of the earth. Justly and 

 wisely used, it will give to the laborer 

 the profits of his own earnings and sup- 

 ply, in abundance, the comforts of life to 

 every one who will give his labor to ob- 

 tain them. 



San Jose Institute, July, 1876. 



EACH HAS A WORK OF HIS OWN 

 TO DO. 



Ed. Agricultukist: I have read con- 

 siderable in your paper from the pen of 

 "Rachel A. Ely." I have no fault to 

 lind with most of her "Up-Country Let- 

 ters" — I feel rather like encouraging her 

 in her solicitude for our health — many 

 things she sa3's are really good and 

 praiseworth, but I want to criticise, 

 good-naturedly, a few of her remarks. 

 In the first place, I am surprised at the 

 production of such letters by an invalid. 

 If she is, or has been, the sick woman 

 she claims to be, her writings seem to me 

 to almost refute some of her arguments. 

 The physical weakness, according to her 

 showing, would be inconsistent with the 

 mental strength her "Up-Country Let- 

 ters" exhibit. Am I right? Or are the 

 conclusions she draws from her premises 

 wrong, and the result of a debilitated 

 physical system working a corresponding 

 feebleness of mind? 



"Rachel" has a gooddeal to say about 

 ministers and Christians. They will 

 bear criticising, truly. But if she has 

 not heard "the good pastor" urge the 

 necessity of obeying God's physical laws, 

 as she tells us in a late letter, she cer- 

 tainly cannot have listened to many pul- 

 pit discourses. I have frequently heard 

 very able and earnest exhortations from 

 ministers to their congregations on this 

 subject. And it is right. It is as sinful 

 to violate a physical law as a moral law. 

 Nay, I am not so sure that we can break 

 a physical law without violating a moral 

 jirecept in the same act, or its conse- 

 quences. But if the preacher does not 

 directly, and continually, combine the 

 physical with tjie moral obedience, it 

 should be remembered that he has 

 enough to do, in looking after the sjiirit- 

 ual interests of his people, to occupy all 

 his time and ability. It does not do for 

 one man to be everything. 

 ,. Letter No. 5 wonders why they "don't 

 take up the good tidings of obedience to 

 God's physical laws with the moral and 

 spiritual combined." Why, bless you, 

 they do; but they do not advocate obe- 

 dience to the physical laws to the extent 

 that would amount to the abandonment 

 of their higher and more specific work. 

 And for this we should quarrel with 

 them. My eye does not complain of my 

 ear because it does not do the seeing; 

 and yet seeing is as important as hear- 

 ing. Neither does my mouth find fault 

 with my eyes because it is left to do all 

 the eating and speaking; yet eating is 

 more necessary than seeing. You say 

 each organ has its own work to do, the 

 faithful performance of which relieves it 

 from all further obligation. True. Just 

 so the minister has a work of his own to 

 do. Let him attend to the duties of his 

 spiritual calling, and some one else look 

 after our physical welfare. Either work 

 will be enough to engage all the time and 

 faculties of any one individual. Divide 

 bis attention, and he will be inefficient 

 in his performance of both duties. Let 



the eye see, the ear hear and the mouth 

 eat and speak, and all work in harmon3', 

 for a common end, and perfect service 

 will be rendered and perfect results fol- 

 low. 



We are social beings — all more or less 

 dependent upon each other. We each 

 have a work to do. The faithful per- 

 formance, by each, of his particular du- 

 ties constitutes our individual and com- 

 mon happiness and well-being. Go on 

 with your efibrts to enlighten the public 

 mind on health topics. It's a commend- 

 able mission, and I say Amen! to it. We 

 need it. But let others carry on their 

 part of the work of elevating, ennobling 

 and haiipifying our race with like peace. 

 Remember the truth of my subject — 

 "Each has a work of his own to do." 

 Yours, I>. F. P. 



REPLY TO "GIRLS' RIGHTS." 



In every family there is abundant 

 scope for both masbuline and feminine 

 supremacy without their clashing with 

 each other. It is only with the mascu- 

 line, however, I have now to do, and I 

 call jour own attention to the fact that 

 when "masculine supremacy" is duly 

 observed in its legitimate sp'nere, you 

 have there found always the most happi- 

 ness. Such is the result of my own ob- 

 sei-vation. Where is the wife who does 

 not love her husband the more for being 

 able to confide and trust in him, to lean 

 upon, and look up to him in all cases of 

 emergency? If I have read nature right, 

 this is an inherent quality of the femin- 

 ine mind. Look at the eft'ects of setting 

 aside this supremacy in the Gewcloit 

 case. Did it not generate contempt and 

 finally worse, hatred, even to bringing 

 about divorce? On the other hand, you 

 cannot but have observed the good re- 

 sults of that decisive negative to the 

 wife's request for a better house, a new 

 buggy and improved stj-le of living alto- 

 gether. This would have brought debt, 

 and probal-ily mortgage. The good hus- 

 band, S., took this request most kindly, 

 and kissing his wife relied, "No, darling, 

 we must wait a while, and see what an- 

 other crop or two will do for us." You 

 may find other cases exactly parallel to 

 this, all resulting from adhering to, or 

 setting aside this criticised sentiment, 

 "masculine supremacy." 



As for the home institution, be it ob- 

 served it is a farm with its appurten- 

 ances that the wife comes to, and not a 

 millinery institution. "So far as I un- 

 derstand it," it is to the husband's home 

 the wife comes — when he is so fortunate 

 as to have one — and "he only is compe- 

 tent to judge" whether they shall live at 

 the rate of five thousand a year or one 

 thousand. 



May "Girls' Rights" have opportunity 

 of trying it, and say yes or no, as her 

 good judgment dictates. 



GliANnPA. 



UP-COUNTRY LETTERS— NO. 7- 



BY KACHEL A, ELY. 



Oh! the beauty and holiness of nature! 

 Her laws, how divine and perfect! the 

 obeying of which brings continual joy 

 and blessings. It is disobedience to 

 them which brings suflfering, ruin and 

 premat\ire death. Surely her laws must 

 be God's laws, and to know and follow 

 them the divine light given us. whether 

 moral or physical laws. Are not both 

 equally sacred in His sight? Can the 

 mind be as strong and active when the 

 body is weak and sickly, I wonder? I 

 will think it over. And another query 

 is, why don't our clergy and teachers 

 combine the teaching of physical laws 



with the moral and spiritual. 



My experience goes to prove that as I 

 gain in strength (which I am doing 

 daily) I grow mentally, morally and 

 spiritually stronger. My blood and 

 brain seems tingling with the love of 

 God's beauties, and a desire to help the 

 poor, weak creatures who are sufiVring 

 to arouse themselves and study His laws 

 and obey them, rather than to put them- 

 selves into the hands of an >I. D., and 

 attempt to get well in spite of broken 

 laws and wi'ong doing. Ah, well! the 

 world moves slowly, and it takes years 

 to make a perfect tree even, so I fold 

 my hands and sit and dream of a future 

 that I shall never see, perhaps, but a 

 future that must surely come to this 

 planet of ours. 



When will we do riijht from the love of 

 it, not through fear or because it is the 

 best policy? When will we rightly un- 

 derstand the laws goveriug our health, so 

 that we will not only keep well, but bear 

 healthy children — an inheritance few 

 give their offspring? 



I have returned to my quiet, serene 

 cpiarters once more — a sister of the sick 

 woman's husband having come fifty 

 miles or more to remain until the slowly 

 returning strength be fully established. 

 Like most Western women, she is ready 

 to do anything that appeals to her com- 

 mon sense, even though the ideas be now 

 and somewhat radical, so my hostess 

 finds little difficulty in having her orders 

 entirely carried out. And as recovery 

 seems certain, though slow, the husband 

 begins to think a little in his quiet mo- 

 ments, asking questions, and has sub- 

 scribed for a health journal. The doctor 

 who gave up the case still drops in, rubs 

 his fat hands, and is glad to sec Aia- pa- 

 tient gaining! 



My hostess is a puzzle to me continu- 

 ally — seemingly so quiet, and yet living 

 her life so truly — making all circum- 

 stances conform to her ideas of right, so 

 that one is led to think it is easy sO to 

 live. But she and her husband both say 

 they have had their years of trials, and 

 now, having determined on a certain di- 

 rect course, which they know to be right 

 and best for their children and them- 

 selves, all is plain sailing — only they 

 must row their boat alone, single-handed, 

 and be oftentimes misrepresented and 

 abused by the world and neighbors even. 

 But we all have our burdens, and theirs 

 is small compared with many other.s. 



I take a walk daily among the wild 

 flowers and waving grass and forest 

 trees, and feel refreshed by the sun, in- 

 stead of weaker, as at first. We women 

 do not get enough of the sunshine on 

 our bodies, my good friend says, and I 

 begin to believe its truth. Xt first I felt 

 utterly wilted by its heat and power, but 

 continuing daily to take ray noonday nap 

 beneath its glow, I found myself receiv- 

 ing renewed vigor and spirits. The hum 

 of the insects and singing of the birds 

 lull me to a calm repose, such as has not 

 been enjoyed for years before. Try it, 

 O ye invalids! and see its magic! Make 

 two calico wraps and go to the moun- 

 tains; leave finery and society and civil- 

 ization behind yon. Return to simple 

 habits, plenty of coarse bread, fruit, 

 vegetables, eggs, butter, milk and spring 

 water to drink and to bathe in, sunlight 

 to walk and to sleep in, and mountain 

 air to breath. With no worry of mind, 

 return to childhood again and see if you 

 do not begin to feel red blood throbbing 

 through your veins and filling your heart 

 with future resolves of right doing, and 

 withall a deep pity for all the sick and 

 weary ones who daily drag life's burden, 

 with no hope but the grave as a release. 



.\cts are only thoughts matured. 



gou 



;^ and (5ut 



The Child's Centennial 



BY iUKlAN DOUGLAS 



Aronnd the purple clover-flowers 



The butterflies were flitting; 

 And on n ntone beside the road 



A iittle buy was sitting. 

 The fragraul air liis yellow hair 



Aruiuid hiK face wuh blowing, 

 And. down hiii pretty rosy cLeeke, 



The greut round tears were flowing. 

 His orefcheb were of c<>art>e brown cloth; 



Hib frock waK made of tow; 

 For little Ebcuezer lived 



A hundred ycarii ago. 



Along the road, upon a horse. 



Two men came, riding double; 

 And one Kpoke out, "My pretty lad, 



Pray tell nio what'e the trouble." 

 But, at hiH frl'-ndty words, the boy 



Began tu wib tho louder; 

 "O, sir!" he Kaid, "luy father took 



His gun, and h"rn of powder. 

 And rode away this verj* moru 



To help to tight tho foel" 

 For there was war wilhiQ the land 



A hundred years ago. 



The foremost man drew in his rein 



(Uis horse was somewhat skittish). 

 And BJiid, "My dear. I would not fear; 



We hojKj to Ix-at the British. 

 And whin the Yankees win tho day, 



And s<_-ud the Kc-d-coats flying. 

 And home uguin your father comes, 



Vou will not feel like crying; 

 You'll be a happy fellow then." 



"Oh, that I shall. 1 knowl" 

 Poor little Kbenezer said 



A hundred yeara ago. 



**But if ho should not come at all. 



And we should find, instead, elr, 



A sword cut ofl'his head, sir?" 

 "Oh. even tht-n," the man ivpUed, 



"You'd pruudly tell his Btorj*, 

 And bay, 'lie died for freedom's &ake. 



And for his country's glory.' 

 And bravo mubt be the little son 



Whose father fights the foe; 

 We need stout hearts." And so they did, 



A hnudred years ago. 



The man rode on, and home again 



Ilau little Elx-ntzer; 

 "Now I must bhuru njy mother's care," 



He said, "and try to please her; 

 And I must work In cvc-rj- way, — 



Itake hay. and fe«-d the cattle. 

 And hoe the cum. bince father's gone 



To give the BriliPh battle." 

 Oh! looking barkward, let us not 



Forget the thanks we owe 

 To those good little boys who lived 



A huudretl years ago! 



**OUR CORNER." 





i' 



THE LETTER BAG. 



HY is it that there are no more 

 letters this month? Aunt Polly 

 hopes that her nephews and jiieces 

 are not going to "throw off" and 

 try to forget her. Cannot you 

 make out the answers to the puzzles, 

 etc.? How can Aunt Polly know who 

 has sent (he best puzzle unless some are 

 not guessed? If you don't send me the 

 answer to such as you can find out how 

 can I know which you cannot find out r 

 Now, try again, and see if you eiinnot 

 make out the puzzles given in June and 

 July, and send me tho answers, or else 

 say which arc the hardest. Now, write 

 us something good and funny, for "Our 

 Corner" must be jolly, you know. 



Daisy writes a nice letter. Here it is: 

 iJeor Aunt Polli/: I thought I would 

 tell you how I spent my Centennial 

 Fourth of July. Papa decorated his 

 camago so that it looked very pretty. 

 He covered the top of it with a large 

 American flag, festooned it, and then 

 trimmed it with evergreens. I invited 

 tliree Uttle girls ue.ar my age whose pa- 

 pas do not keep horses. We took a nice 

 lunch, and went uj) in the woods. 5Iy 

 papa put up a swing, and then mamma 

 spread the cloth in the shade of a beau- 

 tiful live oak, and we gathered around it 

 a merrj- little party. We had some fire- 



