SEPT. 7 THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
BRIC-A-BRAC. 
DOT LEEDLE LOWEEZA. 
How dear to dis heart vas mine frrandshild,' 1 Low¬ 
eeza ! 
Dot shveet leedle taughter off Yawoob mine eon t 
I nefer vas tired to hug and to ehqueeze her 
Vhen I vas avay, oh, I know dot she miss me, 
For vhen I come hcunevards she rushes bell-mell, 
Und poots onp dot ahveeet leedle mont’ for to hies 
me— 
Her "darling oldt gampa.” dot she lofe so veil. 
Katrina, mine frau, she could not do mitoudt her. 
She vas soooh a gomfort to her day py day; 
Dot shild she malio efry von babby aboudt her, 
Like sunshine Bhe drife all dbeir droubles avay; 
She holdt her vool yarn vhile Katrina she vind it, 
She pring her dot camfire bottle to shmell; 
She fetch me mine bipe, too, vhen I don’d can find 
it. 
Dot plue-eyed Loweeza dot lofe me so veil. 
How shveef, vhen der toils off dor week vas all 
ofer, 
Dnd Sunday vus come mit its quiet und rest. 
To valk mit dot ehitd ’ mon.i? der daisies und clofer, 
Dnd look at der leedle birds building dheir nest! 
Her pright leedle eyes how dhey sparkle mit pleas¬ 
ure— 
Her laugh it rings ondt shuet, so clear as a bell; 
I dink dhere vas nopod y haf sooch a treasure 
As dot shmall Loweeza, dot lofe me so veil. 
Vhen vinter vas come mit its ooldt. shtormy ved- 
dher, 
Katrina nnd I mtis sit in der house 
Und daik off der blast, by de fl reside togedder, 
Or blay mit dot taughtex off our Yawoob Strauss. 
Oldt age mit its wrinkles pegins to remind us 
Ve ganuot shtay long mit nur shlidren to dwell. 
But soon ve shall meet mit der poys left pebind us. 
Und dot shveet Loweeza. dat lofe os so veil. 
[Charles P. Ada m* in Detroit Free Press. 
Evert one remembers that when Flaxman told 
Sir Joshua Reynolds that he had espoused the 
amiable and accomplished Ann Dolman, the 
great painter replied: “ Oh, then you are ruined 
for an artist.” Mr. George Augustus Sala, touch¬ 
ing upou the subject of marriage and art In his 
claiming Chronlque In the Illustrated London 
News, says: “ in any case, dogmatism on the 
subject is dangerous ; and Sir Joshua’s Ill-condi¬ 
tioned remark was possibly due to bis having been 
Jilted by Angelica Kaulfmann. As for tlie expe¬ 
diency of matrimony in the case of authors, I 
hold that novelists and journalists should always 
be in irrled men, but that poets should Invariably 
be single. The true poet should be more or less 
unhappy; the more miserable he la the more 
sweetly he will sing; but there is no reason why* 
he should make others wretched.” 
IN THE PARLOR. 
BETWEEidthe dusk and the daylight. 
When theatiadowB longest grow, 
Thera cornea a silence on all things— 
’Tig the hour when one speaks low 
We ait in the parlor together. 
And heavily on the air 
Floats tha faint familiar fragrance 
Of the heliotrope in your hair. 
And in the kindly twilight 
I see your dark eyes shine; 
I feel the touch of your garments, 
Of your soft white hand in mine. 
And one might see in the parlor. 
When the day is almost done. 
On tha wall two tremulous shadows 
Of faces melt into one. [JSfow York World, 
A few months since a lady who is very well 
known in the French lashionable world happened 
to see In the streets of London a monkey begging 
pence from the public in the prettiest manner for 
the benefit of bis m ister, an organ-griuder. The 
marquise took a fancy to it, bought It, dressed It 
In the gaudiest of raiment, and made it a pet 
The lady the other day had in Paris a fashiona¬ 
ble reception, and of course her pet was the won¬ 
der or the room. It. tho course of the evening a 
young lady sat down at the plauo, and accom- 
paDylog herself, sang with exquisite taste a 
little drawing-room song. As soon as the lady 
had finished, the monkey, who though now 
part ially civilised, had not forgotten his former 
duties, seeing something near him that reminded 
him of his old occupation, seized ll and trans¬ 
formed It into a temporary hat, and commenced a 
collection, 'l he vocalist laughed, the marquise 
looked vexed, but to the amusement of every¬ 
body the animal went the rounds and collected a 
large sum. His task ended, he Jumped upon the 
knee of the singer, midst shouts of laughter, and 
deposited tho contents of his hat In the lady’s 
lap. The collection was of course devoted to a 
charitable fund. 
TUB TABLES TDKNED. 
Spare Mr. 0. met stout John Ghea 
Just entering the gate: 
Said C., •* How do you do, good sir ?” 
"Do? prime lUust guess my weight.” 
“ Well, I should Judge." said Mr. C„ 
" You quite a weight must levy. 
For, if the saying old is true, 
“ Sin always is most heavy.’" 
“ Ho, ho! ha, bn !’’ laughed stout John Ghea 
" You’re quite a Joker, quite. 
But you cannot weigh very much. 
For vanity is light l l ” l. j 
“ Dora,” Bald Albert to hla sister, “ as you are 
studying arithmetic, will you please tell me, If 
five and a half rods make a perch, how many win 
make a pickerel?” '•! will," responded Dora; 
if you you will first tell me, If two hogsheads 
make a pipe, how many will make a meer¬ 
schaum ? ” 
How M-8 the female 1 
Who has a man to love; 
1 love Is truly heav’n on earth. 
As love is 7 above. 
Jm 8® outfit, 
CONDUCTED BY MISS FAITH RIPLEY. 
HAY-MAKING. 
i. 
Across the sunny field she went, 
Who is our sovereign lady-, 
<She said, '* Snch days were never meant 
To waste in corners shady." 
She would not take a single nay. 
Excusing or denying. 
"Come out,” she said. ”*nd turn the hay, 
Because the sac is shining.” 
n. 
Some pleaded letters. ” Why, you see, 
’Tis mail-day for Golconda ! ” 
Another: “ When I've read these three 
Last pages of ' Deronda. ’ " 
Two miscreants who had slyly fled 
[Straw Hat and Dolly Varden) 
Were captured, lips and fingers red, 
Deep in the kitchen garden. 
tit. [3 
No pleading was the least excuse, 
She brooked no contradiction; 
The heat you cannot make excuse.” 
t Those letters are a'fiction!" 
You’ve played lawn tennis half the day, 
Than which my work is cooler! ” 
And so, at last, she got her J way. 
Our most despotic ruler. 
IV. 
She set our stations row by row, 
And marshalled us sedately; 
'• See, now, this is;the way to go. 
The swathes want turning straightly. [ 
Don’t seize your rakes like whips and ears. 
Nor drag them limp and lazy.” 
The haymakers who drank their ” fours” 
In shadow, thought us crazy. 
v. 
lint not five minutes' work was done, 
’Ere defalcations tried her ,- 
•Dick's line and Kate’s merged into one,! 
And Jack must taste the cider. 
While some would loiter, some would play, 
And some would rest already— 
” Alas!” she eighed, “ for all I say, 
I cannot keep you steady.' 
VT, 
Across the field there swept a tide 
Of voices, songs and laughter; 
She raked her line with honest pride. 
I followed silent after. 
We left the others far behind, 
O’er-mastered by the weather; 
And finished where the roses bind. 
The further hedge together. 
vn. 
What made me bold 1 Some worde we spoke 
By .chance; or silence sweeter; 
While all the eutnmer sounds awoke, 
And sang in tender meter. : 
I only know, my fate astsa .-ed, 
I won her sweet resigning; 
Nor did she blame me that I made 
Hay while the sun was shining. 
[The Argosy. 
ABOUT CLOTHES. 
I may as well say at the start, to prevent mls- 
appre enslon, that this Is not to be a fashion 
article. “ Fashion and style,” what a world of 
Ill-health, discontent, envy and vain-glory does 
tho combination symbolize i 
I’m interested in the effort now being made to 
cultivate rational Ideas on the subject of how 
women shall be clothed. I’ve looked In vain 
in the Rural tor tUe least hint of the approach¬ 
ing emancipation of women from the thralidom 
of clothes, but although our amiable editor has 
discoursed times without number about the 
fashion In garments, not a word lias been said by 
her In behalf of this much-needed reform. 
A move in the right direction has been made In 
the matter of under-garments In the substitution 
of one or two pieces for the six or seven worn 
heretofore, and women have so generally adopt¬ 
ed the reform garments and adaptations of them 
that, so far as underclothing Is concerned, there Is 
little fear but tint the good work will go on until 
some gifted sister shall have evolved a single 
under-garment which will have all that Is requi¬ 
site for warmth and economy. But the outer 
clothes are my especial agony. To begin with: 
look at the head-gear run t women affect. What 
la the modern bonnet, ? Does It shade the face lu 
summer and protect it in wi nter ? Oh l dear no. 
Under pain of not being fashionable It’s prohibit¬ 
ed from covering the ears. The face, head and 
ears are exposed to wind and sun—a style of 
head-garniture which looks passtbly well (and 
even then not appropriate for Btreet wear) on 
pretty, young fresh girls, but oh! what pitiable 
caricatures It makes of many women — ugly 
complexions, wrinkles, freckles, skin blemishes 
of every description; Ill-shaped ears and faces 
are intensified in their ugliness by being thrust 
unshaded Into the glare of sunlight. We laugh 
at the “ptike" bonnets of other days, but theiy 
had at least the merit of hiding blemishes. 
Would I advocate a return to poke bonnets? 
Not exactly, but I would have women adopt some 
style of hat which will he of more service than 
the thing of lace, feathers and gewgaws now 
worn. 
In lieu of something better, why can't a weman 
wear sensible a round hat—sparse front locks 
and wrinkled brow would then be hidden, and 
the tired, worn face with the disfiguring dark 
circles under the eyes, would be shaded. 
As to frocks, what can one say ? The effort to 
popularize short skirts for the street has been 
partially successful, but many women are still to 
be seen burdened with several yards of skirt 
which, as it la no longer considered good form to 
allow to trail In the street, they are forced to 
carry in their hands. TUen the absurdities In the 
way of making up gowns are enough to disgust 
any one who Is not entirely bereft of common 
sense. But as this letter is already tolerably 
long, I II content myself witn touching only on 
the Indelicate .aspect of the way ladles costume 
themselves, and leave to other Rural sisters the 
discussion of the Idiocies In cut and trimming 
which spoil many a pretty dress pattern. 
It seems almost incredible that modest, esti¬ 
mable women should array themselves so as to 
look rather like anatomical subjects than as 
though dressed for the street, and yet we every¬ 
where meet respectable women whose clothes 
are so tlght-flttlng that their shape from neck to 
ankles is faithfully out-lined. Custom has long 
sanctioned women having the waists of their 
gowns fit them very snucly. that I always 
thought was Indelicate In the extreme, but now 
that the 14 snug-fittin; ” has been extended to the 
ankle, I cun only wonder that the ballet-girl 
style of dress Is not adopted outright. It would 
certainly be most delightfully cool for summer 
wear, and not much more Immodest than the 
pull-back. 
I could say more, but I don’t think It expedient. 
Jacqcelina. 
WHAT A WOMAN CAN DO. 
Eds. Rural Noticing your ‘‘New Move,” I 
gladly avail myself of the opportunity for a little 
gossip. “ Very like a woman,” l think I hear you 
say. Well, never mind, perhaps some time we 
shall be better acquainted. Having (for the 
last ten or twelve years) led a sort of a 
wandering Gipsy life visiting many different 
places throughout the country, and, having, for 
the past two years, spent most of my time at our 
nation's capital, seeing the wealth and prodigal¬ 
ity of to-day, and the wretchedness and poverty 
of to-morrow, I began to cast about me for some 
employment that a woman could engage In where 
she would have an opportunity to gain an honest 
living without the everlasting torture that hangs 
over those who drudge out theLr lives in the “ De¬ 
partments,” expecting at any time that they 
may be sent out Into the world destitute. 
Remembering my early life, when we had 
an abundance, which had been drawn from 
the bosom of mother earth, and feeling that none 
need go hungry who is willing to till the soil, 
I decided to turn farmer myself and teach others 
what a woman could do. 
Chance threw me one day in Herndon, a small 
town about 25 miles rrom Washington, and here 
I found a little place, rough, uncultivated and 
neglected, yeti felt that It was capable of being 
made into a homo such as I had always coveted. 
I rented it for three months, planted my garden, 
and did what I could with a limited Income to 
Improve It. I was so pleased with It at the end 
of three months, that 1 decided to buy It. I found 
that the same money that would only have paid 
my board In fashionable society, had paid my 
rent, my help, planted my garden, bought my 
cow and chickens, besides many Utile articles 
necessary for housekeeping. I do my own house¬ 
work, save whoa 1 have boarders, and then 1 
keep only a little girl. 1 have a young lad who 
came out from town to stay a uttle time, and has 
been with me nearly five months. He seems con¬ 
tented and happy, and is learning quite a good 
WT0 
deal about farming. I call my place * ‘ Bonnie Re¬ 
pose. ’ ‘because so many come out from the Depart¬ 
ments to rest and enjoy the pure air. Herndon 
Is one of the healthiest towns In Fairfax Co., con¬ 
tains about three hundred inhabitants, three 
churches, three stores, one school-house, a Lodge 
of Gooo Templars, a Grange, a Farmers’ Club, and 
not a whisky saloon In the place. No chills or 
mosquitoes. The citizens are cordial, intelligent 
and hospitable, giving a kindly greeting to all 
who coma among them. 
I superintend my work both In-doora and out. 
When I get tired of hou3e-work I go out Into the 
garden and pull weeds, feed and count my chick¬ 
ens or, at this season, transplant strawberries. 
If perseverance Insures success, I will succeed, for 
If there is one word in the English language tha 
I detest, It Is the word failure. 
I had new potatoes and green peas two weeks in 
advance of my neighbors. We need but one thing 
to make this one of the most, if not the most de¬ 
sirable place in which to locate, and that Is a re¬ 
duction In the railroad fares. Many would come 
out here and make themselves homes were it not 
for this. The poor, weary Department clerk, who 
tolls all through tho heat of the day, could come 
and breathe God’s pure air. Truly, God made 
the country, but man made the town. 
Hoping that you will deem me worthy of a place 
among the members of the Club, I am, very truly, 
Herndon, Va., Aug. 16, 1678. H . b. n. ' 
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WOMAN AS A REFORMATORY ELEMENT 
IN POLITICS. 
Gail Hamilton’s peculiar course, of late, has 
led me to inquire whether she is a fair repre¬ 
sentative of the “emancipated" woman that is 
to be? 
Those who advocate allowing women the right 
of suffrage, have always insisted that her ad¬ 
vent into the political arena woulcffbe the signal 
for the abolition of bribery, personal abuse and 
corruption and coarseness of every sort. With 
this prophesy forever ringing in my ear 3 , it's 
quite natural that I should be on the alert for 
straws which should Indicate whether or not the 
political mlllenlum Is likely to result from women 
interesting themselves In public affaire, and as 
the fair Gall Is a straw of uncommon proportions, 
she could not fall to attract my attention and 
I’ve watched her course with considerable Inter¬ 
est. And what have I seen? A woman using 
her pen—so strong In adjectives and in vitupera¬ 
tion—to heap scorn and contumely ou the foibles 
and sins of the average politician holding up 
to honor those who represent morality, and en¬ 
couraging any efforts made for the bettering of 
the life political ? I 3aw nothing of the kind, 
Gail Hamilton who, it must he allowed, la supe^ 
nor to the ordinary run of women—for has not 
her genluB been allowed free development, un¬ 
hampered by the repressing Influences of a hus¬ 
band? has she not written books? and to crown 
all, is not the honorable (?) gentleman from Maine 
an acquired relation?-has employed all the 
wealth of Invective at her command (and there 
Is a whole mine of It.) to vilify and traduce the 
most honorable of men and of measures, and has 
glorified as deml-god a political trickster, some 
of whose practices will not bear the light of in¬ 
vestigation. 
No demagogue could possibly exceed her in 
distorting facts, and very few of the most de¬ 
based of political hacks would so far forget them¬ 
selves as to make 30 shameless and unprovoked 
an attack on a pure .Christian gentleman, 03 this 
woman treated Rev James Freeman Clark to, 
some months since. 
If Gall Hamilton's contributions to contem¬ 
porary political literature, aro a rortaste of the 
“reform” an.l 14 mlllenlumlsra ” which will dawn 
on us when women have a Anger In the political 
pie, for myself I should prefer to take my politics 
In their present unregenerate state. 
Free Lance. 
“ CLUB ” IS TOO “ FAST.” 
Dear Faith Ripley :—I like your idea of giving 
the women a chance to put In a word once a 
month, and I look forward with pleasurable an¬ 
ticipation to reading what the Rural women will 
say. 
It seems ungracious In my first letter to com¬ 
plain. but to be honest, I don’t like the Idea of 
calling this monthly interchange or ideas a 
“ club.” It may be an unreasonable prejudice on 
my part, but I always associate 44 clubs” with 
horse racing, betting, wine-drlnklng and fast 
men. Couldn’t It be called the “Womens’ Ex- 
change?” This Is only a suggestion, you know, 
and I’m half afraid now that I’ve made it. 
Lillian Marsh. 
Did They 44 give Themselves Away?"— When 
It came to tasting mustards at the Paris Exhibi¬ 
tion, the jury was composed half of women, on 
the ground that the paiates of the fair sex were 
not depraved and deadened by tobacco. The 
propriety ot the resort to both sexes was obvious, 
but why is It denied in so many other relations ot 
life? I 3 tobacco the only moral and physical 
stimulant which differentiates the sexes and 
necessitates the reliance on both to secure ac¬ 
curacy of sensibility ? Does n’t the mustard de¬ 
cision surrender the whole case ror the superiority 
of man, and his monopoly of the learned profes- 
stons, the government and even of what are sup¬ 
posed to be the principal agencies ot moral pro¬ 
gress? Are there no moral narcotics against 
which It would be profitable to guard, by calling 
In the aid of sensibilities less exposed and less 
vitiated and hardened ?—[Springfield Republican. 
Pattern (No. 6321) which we give In this number 
ts one of the novelties tor tall wear, it is graced 
ful and styli&h !n effect, and promises to be ex¬ 
ceedingly popular. The pattern eau be obtained 
at this office for 25 cents. Full Drifted directions 
accompany every pattern, 
