LAND POOR 
Uariou!) So|i([s 
BY ROBERT HOLLINS. 
I’ve liar! another offer, wife—n twenty aerea more, 
Of high and dry prairie land, na level as a tioor. 
I thouglit i’do wait anti sec you first, as Lawyer 
Brady said, 
To tell how things will turn out best a woman is 
ahead. 
JAMES GORDON BENNETT 
James Gokdon Bennett, the founder 
of the New York Herald, and the most suc¬ 
cessful journalist in America, died at his 
residence on Fifth avenue, New York, on 
Saturday, the 1st of June, in his 73d year. 
He was born about 18(H), of French parents, 
at New Mill. Keith, Scotland, in the faith 
of the Catholic Church ; and was educated 
for the priesthood, at Aberdeen. In April, 
1810, he left his home for America, landing 
in Halifax with $25 in his pocket, and not a 
friend on all the Continent. Mr. Bennett 
sought for employment in Boston, New 
York, Philadelphia, and Charleston, 8. ('., 
with indifferent success, as a school teacher, 
editor, and printer. Me was always an in¬ 
dustrious, hard-working .indomitable man, 
never afraid to do what his hands found to 
do. Not until he started in business for 
himself, as editor of the. Merakl, which lie 
founded May C, 1835, did success begin to 
crown his efforts. In the. early days of that 
sheet ho overcame more obstacles, and en¬ 
dured more abuse and opposition than most 
men would have withstood. Mr. Bennett 
commenced his successful career with the 
Herald in an exceedingly humble manner, 
doing all of his office and editorial work, 
acting even as a reporter and office boy. 
From such small beginnings sprang the 
mighty Herald of to-day, and the colossal 
fortune which it brought.. The story of his 
life is one of obscure beginning, ambitious 
purposes, industry, hard work, persever¬ 
ance, strict temperance, sturdy independ¬ 
ence, boldness, shrewdness, enterprise, and 
journalistic tact. He made the greatest 
weitw-paper the world lias ever seen, and 
infused a new blood of enterprise into all 
the journals of America. The ruling pas¬ 
sion of his paper was for news, and its rep¬ 
utation has li©cn maintained until this day. 
When in the. vigor of manhood Mr. Ben¬ 
nett wrote most of the brilliant editorials 
for the Herald—for he held t he pen <>f a 
ready writer. Five years ago he withdrew 
entirely from the active management of 
And when this lot is paid for, and we have got the 
deed, 
I’ll say Hint I am satisfied—it’s all the land wo need. 
And next we’ll see about the yard, and fix the Iioubo 
up some, 
And manage in the course of time to have a better 
home. 
«W4 
WIPE. 
There is no use of talking, CHARLES— you buy that 
twenty more, 
And we’ll go scrimping all our lives, and always bo 
Land Poor. 
For thirty years we’ve tugged and saved, denying 
half our needs. 
While all wo have to show for it is tax receipt# and 
(lent#! 
I’d sell the land if it were mine, and have a better 
home, 
With broad, light rooms to front the street, and take 
life as it come. 
If we could live as others live, and have what others 
We’d live enough sight pleasanter, and have a plenty 
too. 
While others have nmusemontB and luxury and books. 
Just think how stingy wo have lived, and how tills 
old place looks. 
That other farm you bought of Wells, that took so 
many yours 
Of clearing up and fencing in, has cost mo many 
tears. 
Ves, Charles, I’ve thouglit of it, a hundred times or 
more. 
And wondered if it really paid to always be Land 
Poor; 
That had wo built a cozy house, took pleasure as it 
come, 
Our children, once bo dear to us, had never left our 
home. 
I grieve to think of wasted weeks, and years and 
months and days, 
While fur it all we never yet have had one word of 
praise. 
Men call us rich, hut wo are poor—would wo not 
freely glvo 
The land, with all its fixtures, far a better way to live! 
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aOKDON BENNETT. 
The Dolly Vardeu blouse is made of a 
light quality of linen and has a strip of deli¬ 
cately sprigged chintz Ink! on over the plaits, 
collar and cuffs of the chintz. 
Poon Carlotta is get ting worse. Her men¬ 
tal ami x>hy«ical condition are alike hope¬ 
less, and it is likely that her sad and 
troubled life will speedily end. 
In Russia the trousseau of the bride is ex¬ 
hibited to the gaze of admiring envy the day 
before the wedding. 
WALKING COSTUMES. 
Herewith wo give illustrations of fash¬ 
ionable Walking Costumes, Fig. 1 shows a 
walking costume of linen, pique, or plain 
oambrio, with scalloped flounces and tunic 
and vest front basque further ornamented 
with braiding. Fig. 2 is a costume especial¬ 
ly suitable for the seaside or the country. 
It is of two shades of fawn colored Cash¬ 
mere, with bat of batiste or linen, tied 
down with a black, velvet ribbon. 
Don’t think I’m blaming you, Charles— you’r not a 
whit to blame, 
I’ve pitied you these many years, to sec you tired 
and lame. 
It’s Just, the way we started out, our plans too fur 
ahead; 
We've worn the cream of life away, to leave too much 
when dead. 
"l’is putting off enjoyment long after wo enjoy. 
And after all too much of wealth seems useless ns a 
toy. 
Although we've learned, alas too lute ! what all must 
learn at last. 
Our brightest earthly happiness is buried in the past. 
That life is short and full of euro the end is always 
nigh, 
AVe seldom half begin to live before we're doomed to 
<Ue. 
AVcre I to start my life again, I’d mark cacli separate 
day, 
And never let a single one pass unenjoyed away. 
If there were tilings to envy, I’d have them now and 
then, 
And have a home that was a home, and not a cage or 
pen. 
I’d veil some land if it were mine, and lit up well the 
rest. 
I’ve always thought, and think so yet -email farms s 
well worked are beet. 
I CANNOT AFFORD IT 
Mr. St. John entered the fashionable dry 
goods store of "Lovering & Brothers,” to 
see one of the proprietors. He had stepped 
out for a moment, one of the clerks inform¬ 
ed him. 
And withdrawing to an obscure corner, lie 
stood watching with a half-amused, lialf- 
comical look upon his handsome face, tlio 
streams of gaily attired women that floated 
past him, gazing with envious and admiring 
eyes upon the rich fabrics of every hue and 
texture, that were suspended from the ceil¬ 
ings and spread out upon the broad coun¬ 
ters. 
Many of them were known to him, but 
he Avaa in no mood to meet the sparkling 
glances and gay sullies that ho knew would 
be showered upon him if he made them 
aware of his presence; for Mr. St. John was 
rich, and a bachelor, and had been so flat¬ 
tered and besieged by ambitious mammas 
with marriageable daughters as to make him 
almost resolve to always remain one. 
So he stood back in the shadow, marking 
with curious eye unconscious betrayals of 
the natural dispositions, llko glimpses of 
feminine human nature, and which thedear 
creatures would not have had him observe 
for the world. 
As he stood there, the two Misses Parker 
came in, charming and brilliant girls, in 
whose society he had passed many a pleas¬ 
ant hour. 
THE MARQUIS 0E BUTE 
ing his minority, the accumulations were 
very great. Ho owns four magnificent res¬ 
idences. Mount Stuart, romantically situ¬ 
ated on the Island of Bute; Cardiff Castle, 
built in the eleventh coutury, wherein Rob¬ 
ert, Duke of Normandy died, after being a 
prisoner in it for 38 years; Dumfries House, 
Ayr, and London Castle, Kilmarnock. The 
Bute docks at Cardiff, entirely his property, 
are 65 acres in area, and cost upward of 
$5,000,000. Ho also owns most of the Island 
of Bute, and other landed property of groat 
extent and value. The title of the Marquis 
of Bute gives him a precedence of all but 
princes and dukes. The family motto is 
Avitoviret lumere.— ' He flourished in an 
honorable ancestry.” Lord Howard, whose 
daughter the. Marquis has espoused, is a 
member of the Catholic house of Norfolk, 
and has been in tiie British House of Com¬ 
mons. lie is in his 55t.h year, and married 
twice, his second marriage taking place one 
year after the death of his first wife. The 
bride is in her 19th year. 
No man can get rich who lounges in stores 
and saloons. 
