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A SPICY STORY 
The salt and vinegar was brought fur the 
children to drink, but after the first swallow 
Tint shut her little mouse teeth firmly together, 
and could not be persuaded to open them except 
occasionally to give vent to prolonged screams, 
accompanied by vigorous kicks and strikes ; 
while the more pliable Madge choked and 
strangled, and grew so black in the face that 
we were fain to set the cup one side. 
“It’s no use,” was the next doleful remark. 
“I don’t know what else to do, and it’s tour 
miles to the nearest doctor.” 
“And all the neighbors have gone to the 
Fourth,” was the doleful reply. 
As we knew of nothing else to do, we did 
nothing, hut contented ourselves with-watchiog 
every look and motion of the children, and con¬ 
juring up frightful visions of themother coming 
home to find her darlings cold and dead in our 
arms. But, as they played around as usual, and 
no alarming symptoms appeared, we gradually 
relaxed our vigilance, and took up again the 
broken thread of Herbert Sfexcer' 8 Philoso¬ 
phy. “Homogenous” and “heterogeneous de¬ 
velopments’’ were beginning to assume shape 
and plausibility to the mind, when the children 
were again missed, and again the frantic call, 
“ Madge, Tiny, where are you ?” and again the 
little piping voice, “ Here we be.” 
The “here" this time was the pantry floor, 
upon which they both sat, with a huge cherry 
pie between them, while faces, hands and frocks 
were an in.distinguishable moss of ptilp and 
pastry. 
“ Oh, children ! you are determined to kill 
yourselves, and your mother is gone, too!” 
A tub of water, a bath, a fresh suit of raiment 
apiece, aud tranquility was once more restored. 
But now it was time for their daily nap. 
“Come Tint,” 1 said, sitting down in the 
rocking chair, aud speaking as coaxingiy as my 
somewhat ruffled temper would allow, “ come, 
and let’s by-by to sleep.” 
“ No, I do’ want go s’eep,” 
“ But you must. Come.” 
“No, 1 won’t go s’eep,” and the midget en- 
sconced herself in the farthest corner of the 
room, and with arms folded resolutely behind 
her, looked defiance ®ut of her big blue eyes. 
Hero was a situation! ’J, who hud prided my¬ 
self upon my successful management of a hund¬ 
red young ladies, found myself defied, and iny 
authority set at naught, by ft two-yeare-old baby. 
The thought vvas not to be borne. Remember¬ 
ing that violent, measures were not particularly 
soothing in their effects, 1 restrained with an 
effort my inclination to “ coerce” her into obe- 
dicnee, and changing the tactics, began to tell 
the wonderful adventures of the little blue kit¬ 
ten. The magnet drew. She edged nearer and 
nearer, and before she knew it she was rocking 
in my arms. But the moment I tried to lay ber 
head back in a comfortable posture for going to 
sleep she comprehended the ruse, aud started 
up kicking and struggling, and screaming “I 
do’ wont go s’ccp—-I won’t go s’eep.” And so, 
for three-quarters of an hour 1 rocked, and told 
stories, and sung songs, while that child, us 
sleepy as sbe could be, still obstinately refused 
to go to sleep. Sometimes, for an instant, the 
lids would droop, and I would think that I had 
conquered, but the next moment they would 
start open, wide and bright as ever. 
“Was there ever such perversity, Dache?” 
I exclaimed, in despair. “Why is it, do you 
suppose, that children will never go to sleep 
when they are sleepy ? They contrive so many 
ways and study as hard to keep awake, as bilious 
people do at church of a Sunday, if yon or I 
were in this baby’s place, sleepy us sbe is, we 
should consider it a privilege to be allowed to 
close our eyes quietly. But do look at her 
now.” 
“ It must be an evidence of innate and total 
depravity—nothing short,” answered Dacue. 
But with all her efforts to keep them open 
the lids would droop over the fasUdimming 
eyes, and gradually I stopped rocking. She 
was a pretty picture as sbe fay then in my 
arms, the taugled hair pushed back from tbe 
sweet, open brow, tbe long lashes resting on 
her cheeks, and the little red lips just parted 
with a smile. Very lovely and innocent she 
looked, spite of her dreadful depravity, and I 
forgot that I had ever been vexed with her. 
“She's fast asleep, DxcnE; — come and see 
what a little beauty she is.” But just then the 
perverse lids flew open again, and the little 
voice lisped out. “ 1 do’ want to go s’eep," hut 
the last word was spoken half in dreamland, 
and ehe was asleep, and for good. Madge was 
already cuddled up on the lounge, and so for 
two golden hours we read and sewed and talked 
in peace. Then the little restless limbs were 
again in motion, and unceasing watchfulness 
was again the order. Time and space would 
fail to tell of all the mishaps and misadventures 
of that day. Some malicious sprite surely pos¬ 
sessed those children. They went from one 
piece of mieehief or danger to another as fast 
as feet and hands could carry them. 
“ Dear, dear!” said Dacue, after we had res¬ 
cued Madge from an attack of the cross turkey, 
whose little ones sbe had tried to catch, “1 
should think mothers would die of anxiety. I 
don’t see how they manage to exist at " l, un¬ 
less they literally tie each child to their apron- 
strings, and keep them there all the day long. 
I am sure if we ore able to present these chil¬ 
dren alive to their mother upon her return it 
will be a blessing for which to be grateful all 
our lives.” 
“And then, only think, if we multiply this 
day by three-hundred-and-sixty-five, and that by 
all the years of u child’s life,—what a pros¬ 
pect!” 
The hours drew on apace. Six o’clock came 
and went, but no John to do the chores came 
with it. Another hour passed. By dint of 
unceasing care the children had been pre¬ 
vented from headlong destruction, -and were 
asleep for the night." But now other voices 
began to be heard. The three pet lambs were 
making known their wants in strains more 
plaintive than melodious. The impatient 
squeals of half a dozen hungry pigs came 
down to ns, softened by distance. The calves 
were putting their noses through the rails of 
the fence and proclaiming that it was supper- 
time in no very gentle accents. The eow3 
were in the barnyard, lowing and waiting to be 
milked. 
“ What shall we do?” was the exclamation, 
as we contemplated nil these things in dismay. 
“ VVe can feed the lambs, at least." So we 
TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW 
These was a knot of sea captains in a store at 
Honolulu, tbe keeper of which had just bought 
a barrel of black pepper. Old Capi.-, of 
Salem, came iD, and seeing the pepper, took a 
handful of it. 
“ What do you buy such stuff as that for?” 
said he to the storekeeper, “ it’s half peas.” 
“Peas!” replied the storekeeper, “there isn’t 
a pea In it.” 
Taking up a handful as he spoke, he appealed 
to the company. They all looked at it, and 
plunged their hands Into tbe barrel, and bit a 
kernel or so, and then gave it as their universal 
opinion that there wasn’t a pea Id it. 
“I tell yon there is,” Eaid the old captain, 
again scooping up a handful, “ and I’ll bet a 
dollar on it.” 
The old Boston argument all over the world. 
They took him up. 
“ Well,” said he, “spell that,” pointing to 
tbe word “ p-e-p-p-e-r,” painted on the 6ide of 
the barrel; “ if that isn’t half p’s, then I’m no 
judge, that’s all.” 
The bet was paid. 
UY QEKALD MAS8ET 
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High hopes that burn like stars sublime 
Go down the skies of freedom; 
And true hearts perish in the time 
We bltterllest need ’em ; 
Bat never sit we down and say, 
“There's nothing left bat sorrow.” 
We walk the wilderness to-day— 
The promised land to-morrow. 
Through all the long, drear night of year 
The people’s cry ascended, 
And earth is wet with blood and tears 
E’er our meek suffering ended, . 
The few shall not foreyer sway, 
The many toil iu sorrow : 
The bars of hell are strong to-day, 
But Christ shall rise to-morrow! 
Tho’ hearts brood o’er the puBt, our eyes 
With smiling fat tires glisten; 
Lo! now the day bursts np the skies— 
Lean out your souls and listen. 
The world roll* Freedom’s radiant way, 
And iSpene with our sorrow; 
Keep heart t who bear the cross to-day 
Shall wear the crown to-morrow. 
Oh, youth, flame-earnest, still aspire 
With energies immortal; 
To many a haven of desire 
Our yearnings opc a portal; 
And though age wearies by the way, 
And heart* break in the fhrrow, 
We'll bow tbe golden grain to-day— 
The harvest comes to-morrow! 
Build uji heroic lives, and all 
Be like the sheathen sabre— 
Ready to flash out at God’s command, 
Oh, Chivalry of Labor 1 
Triumph and toll are twine—and aye 
Joy euus the clouds of sorrow; 
And ’tie the martyrdom of to-day 
Brings victory on to-morrow 1 
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“ VVe can feed the lambs, At least.” So we 
warmed some milk and carried out to them. 
But their dainty palates bad been accustomed 
to new milk, arid they only sniffed at this, aud 
threw up their noses in disgust. In vain we 
coaxed and threatened, and plunged their heads 
into the pall. They were not to be persuaded, 
and we gave up the attempt in despair, 
“We can feed the pigs, at any rate. They 
will die of thirst this h it day.” There were 
six of them. Three times we each carried out 
and emptied into their troughs a pail of sour 
milk. The fourth time we stood and looked at 
the greedy creatures, who were still squealing 
for more, 
“ Physiologically speaking, how large do you 
suppose the stomach of a hog may be ?” 
“ What a question!” 
“But, nevertheless, how large?” 
“ Not larger than a man’s, certainly.” 
“ But what man could consume a pail full of 
food and then clamor for more?” 
“ To be sure ! What if we have killed them ? 
Whut if they die of surfeit ?” 
We looked at each other a moment in alarm, 
and then threw our remaining pailsful upon the 
ground, while the disappointed creatures set up 
such a series of Indignant squeals that wc were 
fain to Etop our ears and run out of hearing with 
all speed. As we neared the house the lambs 
saluted us again with their dismal cries. 
“It is too bad,” said Dacue, “aud I can’t 
stand it. I was brought np on a farm, and I 
could milk once, and believe I can do it again. 
At least, 1 know 1 can milk enough for the 
lambs’ supper. Come, you go with me and I’ll 
trv.” 
'faking each ft pail, we proceeded to the barn¬ 
yard, where were congregated about twenty cat¬ 
tle of all sizes, und among them the six cows to 
be milked. We opened tbe gate and went in. 
“ Are you afraid ?” 
“N-n-o. Are you? But 1 have heard the chil¬ 
dren say that one of the cows is very cross.” 
“ Well, I guess we shall know her by her 
looks. Now, where's the milking-stool ?” 
Where ? to be sure. We nt once Instituted a 
search for it in all the fence-corners, around the 
pile of boards, under the loose rubbish, and in 
every other likely and unlikely place, and were 
at last rewarded by finding a square piece of 
plank with ft Stick thrust through the center for 
a leg. 
“I’ll try it,” said Dacue, brightening up as 
she always did iu emergencies. We next recon- 
noitered the cowh, and selected one as the most 
promising looking of the lot. She w'as a beau¬ 
tiful creature, pure white, with sleek, shining 
hair, aud she turned upon us a pair of eyes us 
f ull and soil aud Intelligent as some human cues 
are. 
“Nett" yon tuttst gel u big stick and stand at 
her bead while I milk," said Dache. I at once 
armed myself with the big stick and took my 
position as directed, with the weapon brandished 
threateningly before, the creature’s face. 
“ Her eye Iook6 gentle.” 
“Yes; but see Law her horns bend forward 
and down, as if they were intended on purpose 
for hooking.” 
The milking commenced, slowly aud labori¬ 
ously at first, out more easily afterward. Sud¬ 
denly Dache looked up. 
“ Why, that’s a corn-stalk you’ve got in your 
hand.” 
“ I know. But she thinks it is a club, and so 
it answers every purpose." 
“ But suppose she should be ugly ?” 
“ I shouldn’t dare strike her, any way. 
The cow stood still, chewing her cud of grass, 
or of sweet and bitter fancies—1 don’t know 
which—and occasionally glancing at my formi¬ 
dable corn-stalk. As 1 had predicted, she thought 
it was a stick, aud was evidently afraid to do 
otherwise than keep quiet. Things proceeded 
beautifully for some minutes, when suddenly 
she utterly relused to give another drop of 
milk. In Vain Dacue labored aud 1 gesticu¬ 
lated. She was incorrigible. 
“We have enough for the lambs, at least. 
Let’s go in.” 
“But we can’t drink our coffee in the morn¬ 
ing without cream, I’ll try another.” 
Bo we sat the partly-filled pail through the 
gate, and rousing up another grave, matronly- 
looking creature,*commenced the same process 
again. Bnt this was a very different cow—rest¬ 
less and uneasy, febc kept lifting up her foot 
and setting it down, stepping along aud driving 
me inglorfously before her—earing no more for 
the weapon that I brandished in her tace than as 
if 1 had not held it. Indeed, 1 believe that she 
suspected the sham, uud was thereby emboldened 
to show out more ugliness than she would other 
wise have dared, bhe shook her head, lowered 
her horns, and altogether behaved in snch a way 
as no gentle-tempered cow would. Still we per¬ 
severed. Dache putted her glossy sides, and 
spoke soothingly to her;—I cidled to mind the 
stories I had read of ferocious beasts being sub¬ 
dued by the power ul the human eye, and tried 
to fix tlie eye oi this ferocious beast and subdue 
her in like manner. But she was neither to be 
coaxed nor intimidated into good behavior. As 
we grew frightened and anxious, she waxed 
bolder in her wickedness, until, giving a simul¬ 
taneous kick backward, and luuge forward, she 
overturned the pail, sent the umb flying in all 
directions, and as lor us 1 fear our exit from the 
yard was more hasty than dignified, lor the pail, 
aud stool, and corn-stalk were found the next 
morning—sad witnesses against us—in the very 
places where they had fallen. But the other 
pail was safe, and Jn it there was enough to give 
the lambs a bountif ul supper, and if we did have 
to drink our coffee the next morning with new 
rr.ilk instead of yellow cream, we bore the ufllic- 
tiou like martyrs, aud said never a word. We 
watched the liunbs eat their supper, after which 
they gave one or two grateiui and satisfied 
m-a-a-s, aud then cuddled the.r ungainly bodies 
and scrawny legs all into a heap, anu, 1 sup¬ 
pose, slept soundly until morning. 
But now that the pigs and lambs were quiet, 
the calves were making the air resonant with 
their bleatings. They were in the meadow, at 
some distance from the house, it was already 
nine o’clock. There was a lull moon to be sure, 
but we were tired. Every limb and joint was 
aching. It seemed an utter Impossibility to go 
a step further. VVe sat down upon the piazza. 
“ Weil, let us take a philosophical view of 
the subject—which do you suppose will be the 
greater sufferers, we in carrying them their sup¬ 
pers, or they in going without 
“ If it comes to that, my present feeling is 
that we shall fie the greater sufferers. 
“Then don’t let’s go.” There was a pause, 
broken by three distinct bleatings, following 
each other in quick succession. 
■* But thirst is a terrible thing to endure.” 
“ And I suppose they have hud no drink since 
morning.” [Continued on page 217, this No. 
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Complete Manual on the Cultivation of Tobacco_ 30 
ColeV American Fruit Book. 75 
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Dana’s Muck Manual... 1,50 
Dadd's Modern Horse Doctor. 1,50 
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OUR FOURTH OF JULY 
fir DATE THOfi^'J!. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, 
It was the morning of the Foul'tll day of July, 
1866, and the patriotic family with whom Dache 
and I were temporarily sojourning, were going 
to celebrate it. Half a dozen miles away there 
was to be a dinner, and music, and speeche?, 
and the ringing of bells; and firing of cannon, 
and the spatter of fire-crackers, and crowds of 
uncomfortable-looking meD, and women, and 
crying children, lu gala-day attire, aud all the 
Other concomitants of a real, rousing, old-fash¬ 
ioned, patriotic celebration. 
The household was early astir. The children 
were half crazy with excitement. The faces of 
the elders beamed complacently, and maintained 
an unruffled calmness, even when fire-crackers 
crackled under their feet, and torpedoes ex¬ 
ploded over their heads. 
“ Who is going to-day ?” asked the master of 
the house, drawing his gleaming razor hack and 
forth over the strop he was holding. 
“I,” “and I,” “andI,” 6houted a chorus of 
young voices. 
1 “ Aud you ?” he asked, turning to Dache and 
me. 
“ No ! we are to stay home, and keep the 
house, and take care of the babies.” 
“ For shame, girls! Every loyal person should 
be out to-day. Where is your patriotism ?" 
Now, our common sense might he assailed 
with impunity, hut never our patriotism ; 60 
we answered indignantly, “ Indeed, sir, as some 
one must &tay, we show just as much patriotism 
in volunteering to do that, as in going, and let¬ 
ting 60 ine one else do it.” 
“ Oh, of course!” he answered savagely, at the 
same time applying the foamy lather to bis auburn 
whiskers, “ and so the heat, and the crowd and the 
trifle of discomfort have nothing to do with it. 
You stay out of pure patriotism, I don’t doubt, 
lint 1 do hope you will have the grace to read 
the Declaration of Independence while we are 
gone." 
“ Oh! we learned that by heart long ago,” 
was the saucy rejoinder. “ But leave us a flag, 
and we’ll promise to wave it aud Miout 1 Hail 
Colombia,’ which is surely as much as the 
nation can expect of ns this warm day.” 
And so, amid bustle afid hurry, they were 
made ready and started. 
" John will he home at six to do the chores,” 
was the parting salutation, as they drove away, 
and we were left sole monarchs of the realm. 
It was a warm day, but out under the black- 
walnut trees there was shade, and a slight stir 
among the leaves betokened that a zephyr might 
be at play there, so thither we took our way; 
and with books and work at our side, and with 
iour-years-old Madge, and little Tint, who had 
just arrived at the dignity of her second birth 
day, knotting ribbon grass at our feet, there was 
the prospect of a long, and bright, and happy 
day before ns. We read, and worked, ttod talk¬ 
ed, and watched the sunlight flickering through 
the leaves, and making mosaic upon the sward 
below, until, upon suddenly looking up, the 
children were nowhere visible. 
“ Where are those children ? Madge, Tint, 
where jire you ?” we screamed. 
“ Here we be,” called out a little voice, and 
following it we found the truants tucked upder 
a blackberry bush, devouring the green LawtonB 
with what seemed an infinite relish. 
“ Children, they’ll kill you—you’ll die!” we 
shrieked, and each of us catching tip one, we 
rushed into the house. 
“ What shall we do ? I’ve heard of children’s 
dying front eating green fruit,” 
“ So have 1. “ Don’t they give salt and vine¬ 
gar for it ?” 
“ Yes, that’s the very thing; I remember now. 
Get some, do.” 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA, 
I am composed of 85 letters. 
My 28, 5, 82,8, 85 is a person's name. 
My 21,1,10,13,10 signifies form. 
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My 4, 23, 6 is something men use. 
My 9.15, 85, 8,18,19. 2 means to risk. 
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My 29, 20,11, 2,19,17 is uu Editor of the Rural 
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My 12, 27,82 is a pronoun. 
My whole is a proverb. J. G. Pear 
Seneca Co., N. Y. 
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