A PARENT TO HER CHILD.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume II, Issue 207, 23 September 1874, Page 2

A PARENT TO HER CHILD.

My little one, my little one, Ever happy muyst thou be ; Thou who dearer far than life, Art to me.

Who but parents know the love, Such as animates mv breast? And if fervent prayer avails, Thou art blest 1

Pigtails for Ladies.—A Parisian correspondent says the new style of head-dress for ladies resembles slightly a pigtail. It is an English innovation, and I remember having seen it two years ago when on a flying visit to London. All the hair is tied at the top of the head, and then it is either turned loosely back or it is plaited ; but in either case it falls on the neck, and the ends are tied together with a colored ribbon.

An American physician says that mosquitoes have in their veins some of the best blood in the country. The pursuit of information is sometimes attended with difficulties, even in San Francisco. One inquirer, who applied to the Chronicle for information as to where Cain obtained his wife, is cruelly rebuffed, the only reply vouchsafed him being this . —“ Upon any subject of a public nature we never refuse to throw the desired light. But this is altogether a different thing. It is a family matter with which we dp not care to meddle. Cain died some time before many of us were born, and such idle curiosity regarding the family affairs of a deceased person we regard as reprehensible, and calculated to violate the sanctities of domestic life. For these reasons, and because we do not wish to injure the feelings of the relatives of the deceased, we decline to answer the question.”

A Young Girl sold into Polygamy for a Span of Mules.—Two Mormon farmers are neighbors in the south-eastern part of the city, near the Penitentiary. In the family of ope is a daughter, aged fifteen, a pretty English girl, with the rosy beauty of her native land in a sweet, and guileless face. Her father is a Polygamist, and often told his daughter that the system which tears mothers’ hearts to pieces is, after all, but a Cross of Salvation. This, the maiden would not believe. The other farmer, also one of the plurality class, und an Englishman too, courts the neighbor’s child. She, so young and comely, would make a charming substitute for the good old and wrinkled woman who had crossed the seas with him. Accordingly, the two men meet for a business talk. At first, the girl’s father said that he expected Elder , one of the Twelve Apostles, wanted her, but finally concluded to give up thinking so. These neighbors, each one fifty years of age, then agreed to the terms of a bargain, by which the damsel was sold by her own father to the hoary lecher, the price being a span of work mules. The ceremony, which is to complete the transfer of that girl to her owner, will take place in the Endowment, on next Monday. A child’s hope, virtue, and happiness, are to be sacrificed on the altar. Daniel H. Wells, Mayor of Salt Lake City, is to be the executioner in this moral tragedy. The slavery of former days sold negroes at a public auction block, but in Utah the “ Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints ” robs the cradle, and finds victims for its hellish traffic. Yet , when these horrible things are published, the demons who do them cry out, “ Persecution ! Persecut ion !”— Salt Lake Tribune.

Tile following touching lament for a deceased wife, from a disconsolate editor of a Massouri paper, appears in the columns of that journal:—“Thus my wife died. No more will those loving hands pull off my boots and part my black hair as only a wife can. Nor will those willing feet replenish the coalho l or water-pail. No more will’ she rise amidst the tempestuous storms of winter and hie away to the fire without disturbing the slumbers of the man who doted on her so artlessly. Her memory is ffinbalmed in my heart of hearts. I wanted to embalm her body, but found I could embalm her memory cheaper. I procured of Eli Mudgett, u neighbor of mine, u very pretty gravestone. His wife was consumptive, and he kept it on hand several years in anticipation of her death ; but she rallied last spring, and his hopes were blasted. Never shall I forget the poor man’s grief when I.asked him to part with it. lake it, Skinner, he hoarsely whispered, ‘and may you never know what it is to have your soul disappointed as mine has been and he burst into a flood of*teurs. His spirit was, indeed, utterly broken. I had the following epitaph engraved upon the tombstone : ‘To the memory of Tabitha, wife of Moses Skinner, Esq., gentlemanly editor of the Trombone. Terms §3 a year invariably in advance.

A kind mother and an exemplar} wife. Office over Coleman’s grocery, up two flights of stairs. Knock hard. We shall miss thee, mother, we shall miss thee. Job printing. Job printing solicited. Thus, like Rachel weeping for her children, did my lacerated spirit cry out in agony. But one ray of light penetrated the dispuir of my soul. The undertaker took his pay in job printing, and the sexton owed me a little account 1 should not have gotten any other way. Why should wo pine at the mysterious ways of Providence and vicinity (not u conundrum ?— Pall Mall Gazette.

Mrs. Buckley directed her son Samuel, a lad of fourteen years, to take a turn at the churn. Now as Samuel had set his heart on going a-fishing at that Very time, “he got his back up” and flatly refused to agitate the cream. The curvature was promptly taken out of his spine by a slipper, and with “tears in his eyes ” he went on duty with the dasher. In about an hour, and during I he brief absence of his mother, his eye fell upon n plate of fly poison, and a bright, smart t hought st ruck him. Just before Mrs. B came in, Satnurl lifted the fatal platter to his face, and as she entered he put the poison from his lips with the dramatic exclamation, “There, mol her, I gurss you wont lick me no more!” Now what did the Spartan daine do ? Did she shriek for a doctor and fall into hysterica ? Not much. She simply shook Samuel by the nape of the neck, lifted him deftly into the pantry, beat the white of six eggs together and told him to engulf the same yistan r; h cfu?i’ u. she

called the hir« d girl. .v. . ... a :w i i.’.i... *• t u found himself outsi e ’he nilm neti then Mrs. B. began preparing a mustard e uetic. Seeing this Sum’s pluck dissolved, and he <miumenced begging, saying “ I was only trying to skeer ye.” But the stern mother was not to be softened, and Samuel had to swallow the mustard. Hewasth< n forced to take a dose of painkiller, and had his back- rubbed with “ Vigour of Life,” und his stomach with the “ Oil of Gladness ” linn he vomited everything but his !’■ ■ - at over h<‘ took sere of castor oil. ■ • blue pill Th.’ i • •

his mother again

Rooks and the U:.u D . h is Ni:w Zealand. —A correspomb n informs the Melbourne Age that Mr. Cockburn Hood, a well-known squatter in the North Island, New' Zealand, writes to him, stating that the rooks in that district are rapidly increasing, and that the red deer are doing well, and in one herd there were about three hundred. “Strange to say, while we in Victoria were complaining of the bitter cold last week, the weather in the North Island must have beeu quite warm, for Mr. Hood states that during the week a hot wind prevailed.”

How to Check Coughs.-- The Medical Press and Circular says—“ Dr. BrownSequard, in a late lecture delivered by him in Boston, United States, stated that there are many facts which show that morbid phenomena of respiration can always be stopped by the influence of arrest. Coughing, for instance, can be stopped by pressing on the nerves of the lip in tne neighborhood of the nose. A pressure there may prevent a cough when it is beginning. It is generally known that sneezing may be stopped by this plan, but it is new to many that it can check coughing.” Dr. Brown Sequard, however, is a great authority and asserts it. He added that pressing in the neighborhood of the ear, right in front of the ear, may stop coughing. Pressing very hard on the top of the mouth inside is also a means of stopping coughing ; and to show that the will has immense power he mentioned that there was a French nurse who used to say “ The first patient whocoughs here will be deprived of his food to-day." It was exceedingly rare that a patient c ughed.