is a grand old chestnut, fifty to one hundred 
years old, compared with a half dozen bushels 
of corn ? What, is mi object of pleasant associ¬ 
ations, of beauty for the eye of “Mary, my 
child,” to rest against, in the scale with the 
wisdom of the man who had discovered that 
“ that ar chestnut was goin’ to shade u heap o’ 
corn ?” What are human hearts, feelings, sym¬ 
pathies, attachments, comparod with dollars 
and cents? 
Don’t I wish that women had their rights? 
If this woman Mary had had hers that grand 
old chestnut would st ill have stood against the 
sky for her to look out upon from the home 
of her youth, whore the routine of household 
duties makes tier long for a broader and wider 
sphere in which to develop and use her powers. 
How many young men and women have boen 
driven from homo by just such vandalism I— 
thoughtlessly alienated therefrom by decrees 
from men who miss them when gone more than 
the daughter will miss the chestnut. Oh, maul 
If a woman pleads, “ Spare that tree I” spare it I 
A SUNDAY MORNING WALK 
MY LITTLE LABORER 
A TINT man, with Angers soft and tender 
As any tody's fair; 
Swoot oyes of blue, a form both trail and slondor 
And curls of sunny hair. 
A household toll, n fragile tiling of beauty— 
Yet with each rising snn 
Begins his round of toll—a solemn duty, 
That must be daily done. 
To-day lie’s building castle, house and tower 
With wondrous art anil skill; 
Or labors with his hammer by tbe hour 
With strong, determined will. 
Anon, with loaded cart he’s plying 
A brisk and driving trade; 
Again, with thoughtful, earnest brow, Is trying 
Home book’s dark lore to read. 
Now. laden like some little beast of burden. 
He drags himself along. 
And now his lordly little voice to heard In 
Boisterous shoot and song; 
Another hour to spent In busy tolling 
With hoop, and top, and ball— 
And, with a patience that is never failing, 
Ho trios and conquers all. 
But sleep at last o’ertnkes my little rover. 
And on his mother's broast, 
Joys thrown aside, the dny’s hard labor over, 
Ho sinks to quiet roHt; 
And as I fold him tn my hosotu, sleeping, 
I t hink, 'mid gathering tears, 
Of what the distant 1'iitnro umy be keeping 
As work for manhood's years. 
BY EBKN IS. KOXFORD, 
We walked together down the tone, 
And talked about the clover, 
Atul wondered If the clouds held rain, 
That, hung the horizon over. 
We saw the robin flying down, 
To find, In last year's stubble, 
gome bit of moss, or twig of brown; 
He bad no care tior trouble. 
I know not If the Sabbath day 
Threw such a sweet spell round us, 
Or words we longed, yet feared to say, 
In their sweet influence bound us. 
I know not how It came about, 
But, In that spring-time weather, 
Our hearts, at last,, spoke bravely out, 
As we walked on together. 
1 cannot tell you what I said, 
Nor what her answer to tno; 
I only know that overhead 
The birds sang—Woo mo! woo me I 
As we walked back front church that noon 
My heart kept singing over. 
The sweetest time of life is June, 
For bird and happy lover. 
LOTTIE AND I ARE IN, 
BY MBS. B. C. IUJDE, 
EVERY-DAY LIFE 
BY BEAD I’KNCIL, ESQ, 
and good Halting. The fall sewing and soap- 
maUiog and donning are upon on, making 
tilings lively between the epistles. Jt, has got 
out somehow 1 tint J.ottie and I wore out with 
our sketch books. All the women in town aro 
sympathizing with John Smith and Kurd Boyd 
-“such rtfpe men, but so neglected!’’ Lottie 
has Just been in, and says Mother Dibble is 
around, and busy. She'll flrnl vs busy when 
she calls, if two women aro wort 11 anything at 
planning. 
* * * It rained fiercely yesterday afternoon, 
i put on an old calico dress, John’s old coat, 
and went out to gather rain water, for wc kavo 
no cistern, i dodged about right lively, put¬ 
ting a pall under here, a. tub under there, a pan 
over yonder, and boiler somewhere else. Then, 
taking John's dull ax, l commenced pounding 
an old, loaky cave trough, to make it leak faster. 
I saw ft largo umbrella coming, with a woman 
under It— Mr*, DtiiuBE ; I was glad. She nwi in 
at the front door and 1 at the back, ostensibly 
to get out of the rain, both of us. 
“ What is up, Mrs. Smith ? Firm out in this 
rain?" 
“ Yes, and you too, T see, Mrs. Dibbbk. Glad 
to see you ! Sit down.” (I was glad that time.) 
I proceeded“ I’ve gathered five barrels of 
rain water, Mrs. Hi rube. I shall need it about, 
my soap and cleaning. I count myself good on 
soft soap, Mrs. Dnuti.K. See there,” and 1 held 
a spoonful of soap up before her astonished 
vision, und let It drizzle down into the saucer, 
tiie old-lashioncd way. John's old coat, yes, 
and hat, and my hudrabbled skirts, gave me the 
appearance of a genuine soap boiler. 
“ Well, now, I'll give it up, Mrs. SMITH. Cau 
you set up a, leach, fond it, keep up the fires, 
thin and thicken, till the soap is just right? 
uctoni j iiiul M 
Determining One’s Duty. 
A Young Woman writes, asking me to solve 
for her a question of duty. I need not state 
what that question was, because I havo answer¬ 
ed it by letter. But it suggests that 1 say what 
I ■aid to her, that the individual must, after till, 
determine his or iter duty for him or herself, 
it is not wise to confess one's own weakness by 
asking other* to decide, because the advice is 
as likely to be wrong as right, No one can 
know as well as the individual whttl, are the 
circumstances and peculiar conditions to be 
considered. I do not object toono consulting 
another! but I do Object to one depending 
upon another for decision. If the result of the 
decision should be unfortunate, the friend is 
most unjustly blamed ; and that Is a cowardly 
way some people have of shirking responsibil¬ 
ity—though I do not wish to be understood as 
thinking that my correspondent bad any such 
motivo. 
TIIE COCK, THE DOG, AND THE COUNT 
TRANSLATED FROM THE SWEDISH BY SEBMA BOBU 
AND MARIE A. BROWN. 
The cock was one of the handsomest; be had 
a red comb, and In ids tail waved blue, yellow, 
green, red, white and purple feathers; and he 
could crew as loudly and as clearly as tho best 
singer at the opera (at least, ho thought so him¬ 
self). Tin? dog was a little creature, light yel¬ 
low, with White paws and a pink nose, as well 
as a white spot on the neck ; and he had spurs 
like [the cock, two pair besides, (that was one 
pair more than the lieutenant had,) for you 
must know that the dog was of a good breed— 
its mamma had boeu a hunting dog -and that 
the little Diana would nlao be in time. And 
now conics the turn of the count. It was no 
old gentleman with an aristocratic nose, mus¬ 
taches and peruke, but a little one In light sum¬ 
mer clothes nod fine shoes—just like all other 
boys, with a nose between two eyes and a pair 
of round cheeks. 
Tho little count waa very fond of dogs, and 
especially of Diaua. Every day ho went across 
the yard to the kennel, which stood by the 
steps of the store-house, carrying in his delicate 
hands a large earthen disli full of all sorts of 
good bits from the dinner table. Sometimes 
the housekeeper said, a little testily, “The 
count completely spoils that horrid dog,” and 
the countess, with an air of concern, cried after 
him, “Take care of your clothes, dear Valen¬ 
tine!” But the little count turned a deaf oar; 
to lie sure he obeyed in so far that he did not 
fill tiie disli witli anyt hing hub what was suit¬ 
able for dogs, and when he crossed the yard, 
tripped cautiously through the damp grass; 
but when he, completely absorbed in the con¬ 
templation of Diana, sat on tiie far from clean 
store-house steps, he did not notice that Diana 
gobbled Iter dinner without regar d to neatness, 
and spattered both bones and milk on Ids Hue 
browsers and bright shoes. 
The ooclc often promenaded quite gravely 
past the kennel, ami usually east a compassion¬ 
ate glanee on the chained dog, and then tie 
raised his proud neck and lengthened his steps 
with extreme grace, as if to say, “ You sec, 7 
am free; they cannot chain me so easily.” 
When Diana took her dinner, tho cock also 
came to, if possible, get a taste; but the little 
count knew very well that the hen woman at¬ 
tended to tlm cock’s table, and so drove away 
the unbidden guest 
Boasting of Offers of Marriage. 
Now, if there is one practice I think less of 
than another, it is tho chronic habit soma young 
(and some not so young) women have of boast¬ 
ing uC tho number of offers they have received 
from would-be husbands. Riding on the car*, 
the other flay, I happened to be seated near a 
young woman who was talking with great ani¬ 
mation to a male friend. Her voice was not as 
low, winning and musical as it might, have boen 
else I should not have hoard, In spite of my¬ 
self, what I was compelled to hear or change 
niv-cat; uorwere her manners as modest and 
retiring as my grandmother used to tell me was 
characteristic of girls when she waa one—else 
site wouldn’t have told tho young man beside 
her all that she did. But she said she had re- 
cclved a great deal of “marked attention"— 
“oilers of marriage from every quarter”—and 
then she began to count up on her fingers how 
many. And yet she wan no flirt! She abhorred 
flirts, whether male or female! She loathed 
men who went about, “breaking hearts and 
boasting of it!” But she didn't, boast that She 
had broken a hoart— not she! But she had 
refused many oilers of marriage. She would 
therefore have her friend infer that tDo men 
"ho made these offers were not sincere that 
they did not love her with all their natures 
that their hearts were as tough as sole leather. 
i must say, bachelor though I am, and as sus¬ 
ceptible as most men to tiie sweet influences of 
women, 1 had no fear of falling in love with 
this fascinating creature! 
PROBLEM.—No, 8 
A tbiancbe having a perimeter of 100 rods, 
has Its vertical angle bisected by a line drawn 
to the opposite base, which line is 30 rods in 
length; the perpendicular lot fail from tho 
same anglo to the base produced is 20 rods in 
length. Required, the sides of the triangle. 
I'm astonished." 
“Oh, that's nothing, Mrs. Dibble; I'm used 
to it. But really, 1 must get off those wet 
clothe* and attend to tnv broad. My girl is 
gone to-day.” (You see I sent her away on 
purpose.) 
I soon made myself tidy, and returned witli a 
nice, warm, white loaf to show to Mrs. Dibble 
- woman-fashion. 
“ And you make sleli bread ?" 
“Yes. and the butter wo eat on it, too, Mrs. 
DtBBBB!" 
“Can you say, conscientiously, that you can 
strain, skim, chum, gather, pat, wash down, 
take up und work over—do the whole thing V” 
“ Of course, Mr*. Dibble. Is that considered 
a feat in Tnnnerileld?” 
“ No, Mrs. Smith. Most women hero know 
how to do all these filings but then—somehow 
- woll there we all thought you and that little 
Mr*. Boyd didn’t know nothin' Imt pictures 
and si nrlos. A ml now don't bo mad, hut there's 
lots said about it, and I’ll blow my trumpet for 
you Hereafter—see if I don’t I” 
I just laughed, and proposed u walk over to 
Lottie's, as tiie shower was over, and she was 
about to go home. Wliat a plight we found 
Lottie in! Carpot rags a fnot^deep scattered 
over the floor. Lottie seated us ana kept right 
on tearing, I had to bite my lips, however, as I 
saw, sticking out from under t he cushion of the 
lounge—where she had hastily tucked it wbeu 
she saw us coming- her sketch hook. Iaittie 
saw it too. and, throwing the skirt of her dress 
over it., asked me “ Doe- your roof leak now?” 
I took the hint, and complained of the perplex¬ 
ities of a woman being obliged to order shingles 
and a sliingler, mml, lime ami a pliuiteror. 
*' But," I said, “ 1 bahts a leaky roof, and I 
thought i woujd do It while Mr. Mmith was 
gone. A man so hate* to get, at, any sueli thing.” 
“That woman beats all,” said Mrs. Dibble to 
Lottie, wining her spectacle*. 
" She can t begin witli mo, Mrs. DniBBE,” said 
Lottie, laughingly. I got water lime—think of 
that sand, a ladder, arui a man, to Ox our cis¬ 
tern, and it don't, leak a bit now; and wo are 
scrimping on Lea , Mr*. Dibble— tm, to make 
things come out even !" 
•' Wn.il, lea, is a thing I won’t bo scrimped on. 
I'll have my tea—two dollar tea—green tea—as 
'oug as my name's Di tuu.i:,” and sjio looked at 
the clock, smacked her lips, and went home to 
nut tiie tea-kettle on. After site had gone, 
Lottie said, half pettishly: 
"Do help me get these rags packed back in 
Aunt Jane's chest. I don’t know what she 
would say to see her carpet, rag-, d rown around 
in this manner, she's so old-maidish. They 
served my purpose well. Guess our reputation 
is established now ; but T do wish we could be 
allowed to serve God. our families and our¬ 
selves a* our conscience dictates, and no fear 
of being discussed by tiie Tamicrflcld tea-party 
folks.” 
IJ D=30 rods; BE-20rods; AB + BC + CA. 
100 rods. B. F. Burleson. 
J3?” Answer in two weeks. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA,—No. 6 
I AM composed of 25 letters : 
My 12,3,10,25 is a kind of metal. 
My 24,10, 13, 22 is a verb. 
My 5,12,14, 10 ,3 is an animal. 
.My 24,10, 1, 5 Is a point of the compass. 
My 0, 3,10, 7,23,17 is the name of a State. 
My 14, 20, 4,13,13 is a noun. 
My I), 2,15, 10, 3, .3, 9 is a term of botany. 
My 19,11,10,11 are very slow to move. 
My 18,10, 21,10 is a fanning Implement. 
My whole is the names of three battles fought 
during the Revolutionary war. G. n. y. 
83T“ Answer in two weeks. 
The cock did riot, take the 
hint; he came back every day, and Anally suc¬ 
ceeded in examining tho contents of the disli. 
It so happeuod that Valentine received a re¬ 
markably beautiful bow and arrow, will eh so 
interested him that he almost forgot Diana. I 
say almost, for at tiie last moment, just before 
he had to go to his teacher, lie remembered her 
and ran to the kitchen, where lie seized hold of 
a flue porcelain bowl with a gilt edge, (the 
earthen dish was not at hand,) filled it with 
whatever he could find, and hastened down to 
the kennel; he had no time to thiuk of his ul<^ 
shoes, but set down the bowl quickly on t he 
stepB, called to Diana, and then scampered 
away; his teacher was very punctual, so that 
Valentine could not wait to see Diana eat her 
meal. Tito cook. In the meantime, stood on the 
dunghill and kept watch; ho knew full well 
that it was the hour for Diana’s dinner to come, 
and as soon ;is he caught sight of tho bowl, lie 
darted witli outstretched neck to tho store¬ 
house steps. Diana growled a little, but tho 
cock was not afraid ; he flew at Diana and took 
a good grip in the yellow neck, tiie result of 
which was that tho dog withdrew dutifully. 
She was of a humble nature, and it is not good 
to make resistance against people who, with 
cackling and pecking, raise a disturbance. The 
cook stalked around the bowl anil helped him¬ 
self to the best, scarcely allowing Diana to take 
even a bone, which was no use to the cock in 
anycaBe, Hoeaokled loudly and Dianagrowled. 
Do Spare the Tall Chestnut.” 
Mary, who writes from a wooded country 
where timber is to be got rid of, says ; 
Every spring wo havo bonfires of noble oaks. 
Poplars, walnuts, chestnuts, etc., that would 
i , 0111111^3, uittm.uutc, Vi';., 1 -u.cUj »umu 
tir >"c abounding prices in your city. But tee 
want to be progressing; and tiie man tirnong 
! |L who hews and hacks till ho gets the hist of 
Pic forest monarch* brought down is the man, 
wij worthy to bo exalted Into exceeding high 
places! ‘Do a pare that chestnut!" I Implored, 
tad spring, vv hen two of our three largest fields 
' v| Te turned upside down to raise corn. Tho 
juau-the one who leads anti drives, too, In 
me -a turner's experiment—had suggested that 
'ire ar chestnut was goin’ to shade a heap o’ 
'ora. The man was a man, and I was only 
S aks', my ehiid 1” Of course be knew host ! 
there's a bare spot on the sky when I 
towards the northwest, ami what was once 
^‘■rh-g monument, marking the stretch of 
‘ - longest pilgrimages alone from mother, is 
V'.- 11 common stump! Rut when tiie 
i ,£ dl» the corn and the reaper leaves noth- 
i - but. dreary stubbles on the slope Hint has 
'-'Ti only grassy green since I can remember, 
„ u '!tooi{) to wade through the sea of damp 
some day, and perch myself on that stump 
tb^Ummblo awhile. Nobody shall hear ine, 
f haven't the least idea that the writer of this 
| ' lung plaint, ever thought I would send It 
“ 1 ie printer! But It is so illustrative of 
’'’d'Piness, and of the ache our ma- 
enaJiaticaet* give themsthetlcal natures about 
lw ’ that I cannot lieio inserting it here. What 
SQUARE-WORD ENIGMA.—No. 3 
1. A metal. 2. A mixture. 3. An animal. 4, 
finished. x , y . z> 
Answer in two weeks. 
PUZZLER ANSWERS, 
Square-W ottri Enigma No. 2,— 
1. B A B O 0 N 
3. A D A R C E 
3. it A Z A A Ii 
4. O R AC L E 
5. O C A L E I 
«. N E R E I D 
Problem No. 7. —12.(32132 + ; 18.905142+ and 
23.97523 rods. Tho horses would have, in com¬ 
mon, 7.929145 square rods. 
Conundrum No. 3.—Atlantic. 
