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"‘”""J}“”"? ~ . . . . -. . . .. . r-~ ~ ~ DEVOTEI) to oaNaRAL INILLLIuLhLb, Lil‘luttAlUltlt.,stg.———MCUI‘RAL IN LOCAL eornrrcs AND acumen.

MOON’S I-‘IIASES.

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., pun 4,100". 7th day. 1h. 1m morning

i; Last Quarter, I-Itlt day, t0h. 19m even.

0 New Mom. 21st day, lh.l9tn afternoon

) first Quarter. 234) day. 2h 54m afternOon MA I LS.

The mails for Halifax, I’ii:tou,&c. are Mng every Tuesday after the arrival of the St. Gwrgr from Altramrcln', and men, Saturday at 7 o'clock. .‘I. .4].

The mailfnr Bedeque, Cate Traverse, and Tryao River, every 4‘ onday at [0 o'clock, A. II.

For Bedeq'to, Prince Town. .IVew Lon- dm. St. Elwumr’s, Coscumpcque, 31-. meg 'I'lturstfuy morning (It It) o‘clock.

For the [Listw-‘trd, St. Peter's, Souris, It. .llorgarcls,t'c. every Wednesday at to o'clock.

George Town, every Wednesday and Saturday morningr r118 o'clov-t'r. ForJlttrray Harbour, [fellas-(A's. every 'turdagt morning at 5 o‘clock.

For .lliramichi, curry Friday morning at 7 o’clock.

Sill: LIVES BY 'I‘llli VALLEY BILDOK. She lives by the valley brook, Away l't't-ut Catt‘e Illltl wrong, ller heart a pure and open book, Her lips a mellow song. A mother, meek and old, is all "he kindred that she knows, And so they love the waterfall, And every liower that blows.

She ringeth when the earth is spread With green, and spring hath come! And wet-path when the tlowers are dead And her sweet tvrook is dumb ;

And thus the gentle maiden’s life Stetls placidly away.

Without a shade of pain or strife, To cloud its sutnrner day.

Sheliveth by the valley brotrk, Away from care and wrong’

ller heart a pone and open book, Herlipsa mellow song.

0h! never my the maiden dream 'Of this sad world of ours,

horitray beyond her sister stream. Its valley and its tlowers.

M“—

A a GRATIFUL woman. Winn applied to a pious woman, 1‘ husband to become bound

I erdetnanded, . p away all his property. 0"

e m“ "tallying, "My husband will attend, Lot hindernever you may appoint;” ahym :tea 0W aSketlher, H Do you know what‘ M. inn-e engaging to do, and that perhaps ,do. m? [attire means of leaving you for!" “at” 3 e replied, “ Yes. I do ' ,9," d-H gentleman found us in the great: lit rro:[.:|e:slt and by his indness we are an :vcnuh comforts ; now, should m u. hnt take place, he will only it ere he found us.”

POPULAR TALES

“IF MY HUSBAND WERE 'I‘O D O S O.” '

A DOMESTIC INCIDENT.

‘ Poor woman ! \Vhat a thousand pities it is for her I’ said Mrs Grimes, with feeling. ‘I wonder how she stands it. If rny husband were to act so, it would kill me.’

‘I could never stand it in the world,’ added Mrs. Pitts. ‘ It is a dreadful situation fora woman to be placrd in. Mr. Inrkin used to be one of the best of men, and took the host possi- ble care of his family. For five years there was not a happier woman in towu tltan his wife. But now it makes oue’s heart ache to look at her. 0h ! it must be. one. of the mth heart-breaking things in the World to have a drunken husband !'

‘ "i‘v'ell, all I’ve got to say.’ spoke up Mrs. Peters, with warmth, ‘ is, that I don’t pity her much.’

' Why, Mrs. Peters 3 How can you talk so ’1’

‘ Well, I don't I Auv woman who will live with a drunken husband. don’t deserve pity. Why don’t she leave him ?’

‘ That is easier said than done,r\lrs. Pcters.’

‘ I should think it a great deal easier than to live with a drunken hrute,oud have her life tormented out t-fhcr. If my husband wore to do; so, I reckon he and I would part be- fore twenty-four hours.’

Now Mrs. Pcters’ husband was a most excellent man. and a most elm her man, \vithal. And his wife was tenderly attached to him. In re- gard to his cum becoming a drriukard,

. . . , . i nrng oil and leaving her. btrll, when ,

she made her last remark, she lot-k-j ed towards him, for he was present,i with a stern and significant expression on her countenance. This was not really meant for him,th tor the ima-i ginary individual she had supposed as hearing the relation towards her of a drunken husband.

' You Would I would you ?’ Mr. Peters replied, to the warmly ex- ,pressed resolution uttered by his 'vsife. l ' Yes that I would !’ half laughing- ly and half seriously retorted Mrs. Peters.

‘ You don't know what you are talking about,’ spoke up Mrs. Grimes.

‘ Indeed, then, I do! I consider any woman a fool who will live with a drunken husband. For my part, have not a spark of sympathy for the ‘wives of drunkards—I mean those ,who live with the men who beggar use them. More dngusting

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hrutes—the very sight of whom ought

yturu a decent woman’s stomach.’

‘ You never were placed in such a‘ situation, and therefore are not comsi patent to decide how far a woman who continues to live with a drunk- ard is or is not to blame. For my part, I am inclined to think that, in most cases, to live with the husband under these. circumstances, is the least of two evils.’ v

This was said by Mrs. Pitts.

‘ I think you are right there, re- marked Mr. Peters. ‘ A Woman feels towards her own husband, thof father ot‘her children, and the man who in life’s springtime th her best and purest affections, very diti‘erently, to WIN! she does toward another man. She knows all his go HI qtralttiesmnd remembers how tenderly he has lov- ed her, and how he still would love her, but ‘forthc mad infatuation from; which ltc feels it almost impossible: to break away. 'Ihe hope that he: will rcform,never leaves her. Whan she luttks at her children even though!

abused and neglected, she cannot but'

hope that their father will yet he to tin-m a true father. And this Itopcz lam-p‘ her up.’

‘ All nonsense !’ Mrs. Peters rc- plicd warmly. “Any woman is a fool to feed hot-self up with such V-tlll fan- cies. There is only one true remeo tly, and that is a separation. 'I ltat‘s what I’d do, and what every woman of sense. ought to do. Don’t tell me about the hope of reforming. It’s all nonsense. You Would not catch me breaking my heart after that fash- ion for any man. No: I !’

The more Mrs. Grimes, and Mrs Pitts, and others present argued their side of the question, the more perti- naciously did she maintain the posi- tion she had assumed, until Mr. Pe- ters could not help feeling somewhat vexed, and some little hurt. I‘lel being her husband, and the only one! who could possibly hold the relation; towards her ofa drunken husband, he must be the man towards whom all her indignation was directed—un- der the imagined possibility of his becoming a tipler.

After awhile the subject was drop- ped, and at the close of the social evening, the friends separated,and \vent to their own homes.

It was, perhaps, about two months from the period at which this corr- versation occurred, that Mr. Peters. left his home early in the evening to attend a political meeting—politics at. the time running high, and hard (titlol': ﬂowing as freely as water He was, in the habit of attending such meet-l ings, and of partaking of his portion; of the cider, and at times of some-' thEng it little stronger; but as he wasl a sober man, and a man too, t.fstrong' good sense and firm principles, the thought ofhis ever partaking too from. ly never crossed the mind of hrs wife. ’

At last the clock struck twelve, and almost at the same time, she heard her husband at the door, en. deavoring to open it with his dead- latch key. In this he was not suc- cessful from some Cause, and think- ing that she might have turned the key, Mrs. Peters went quietly and opened the door for him Site found that she had not locked it. '

As she lifted the latch, the door

3 was thrown suddenly against her, and

her husband came staggering in. As he passed her, he struck against the wall of the passage -rehoundetl-— struck the other side, and then fe'l heavily upon the floor.

The dreadful truth instantly ﬂash- ed upon her. He was drunk. For a moment her heart ceased to beat, her head reeled, and she had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. 'lhen all the tender emotions of her heart rushed freely into activity. It was her own husband who lay before her, overcome by the rnas'er-spirit of strong drink. \‘v'ith almost superim- lmau strength, she raised him t'p, ill’ {though a large man, and supportel 'Intn with her arm until she got him up stairs, and laid upon a bed. By this time he seemed perfectly stupid; and only mumbled incoherent replies to the frequent, and tenderly urgid importunitics of his wife.

; fter sometime she got him an- dressed and in bed. But he grew 3 more and more stupid every moment.

‘ 0, what if he should «he 3’ the poor wife moaned anxioroiy, while the tears that had at first gushed mu, still continued to flow freely. She then got camplror and chads-ll his temples withit. She :t.so washed his face with cold water, and tried vari~ ous means to arouse him from the. lethargy ofdrunkenness. Ilut all to no purpose.

At last, despairing of success, she lay dotvn beside him, still in tears, drew her arms around his ntvk and laid her face tenderly against his —- She had Iain thus, for about ﬁve mi- nutes, when her husband called her name in a whisper.

Oh, how eagerly she did listen after her response to his call.

my husband were to do so ."—- Ashe said this, still in a whisper. but a very expressive one, he looked her steadily in the face with a roguish twinkle. of the eyes, and a quivering of his lips, the muscl.s of which he could with difﬁculty restrain from wreathing those expressive organs it.- to a merry smile.

Mrs. Peters understood the whole scene in a moment, and boxed her husband’s cars st-undly on the spot, for voryjoy, while he laughed until his sides ached as bad as his ears.

In all after discussions up! a the various unfortunate relations of man and wife, Mrs. Peters was very core: