LOOK at this MAGNIFICENT OFFER for 1884. One of these beautiful Cluster Regard Rings or 7 BEAUTIFUL OIL CHROMOS, and these HANDSOME SOLITAIRE PARISIAN DIAMOND EAR DROPS. This is no humbug, but a chance that will never be offered again, as it appears but once. So do not let THIS CHANCE SLIP by when you can get any of these BEAUTIFUL ARTICLES by subscribing for the LEADING FAMILY STORY PAPER, HOUSEHOLD AND FARM, providing your order is received on or before MARCH 15TH, 1884. As we wish to introduce our Illustrated Family Paper, THE HOUSEHOLD AND FARM, in fifty thousand new homes, and in order to do so we make this wonderful offer. THE HOUSEHOLD AND FARM (Subscription price only $1.00 per year), is a sixteen page family paper, illustrated, cut and bound, and same size as Harper's Weekly, and brimful of interesting reading for the household. This offer is only extended to ONE MEMBER OF EACH FAMILY, and will not be made again. Postage Stamps taken. Address, [Illustration] HOUSEHOLD & FARM, 9 Spruce Street, P. O. Box 2834. NEW YORK. HOUSEHOLD. For nothing lovelier can be found In woman than to study _household_ good.--_Milton._ "GOING UP HEAD." AN OLD SOLDIER'S STORY. The low school-house stood in a green Wabash wood Lookin' out on long levels of corn like a sea-- A little log-house, hard benches, and we, Big barefooted boys and rough 'uns, we stood In line with the gals and tried to get 'head At spellin' each day when the lessons was said. But one, Bally Dean, tall, bony, and green As green corn in the milk, stood fast at the foot-- Stood day after day, as if he'd been put A soldier on guard there did poor Bally Dean. And stupid! God made him so stupid I doubt-- But I guess God who made us knows what He's about. He'd a long way to walk. But he wouldn't once talk Of that, nor the chores for his mother who lay A shakin' at home. Still, day after day He stood at the foot till the class 'gan to mock! Then to master he plead, "Oh I'd like to go head!" Now it wasn't so much, but the way it was said. Then the war struck the land! Why the barefooted band It just nailed up that door: and the very next day, With master for Cap'en, went marchin' away; And Bally the butt of the whole Wabash band. But he bore with it all, yet once firmly said, "When I get back home, I'm agoin' up head!" Oh, that school-house that stood in the wild Wabash wood! The rank weeds were growin' like ghosts through the floor. The squirrels hulled nuts on the sill of the door. And the gals stood in groups scrapin' lint where they stood. And we boys! How we sighed; how we sickened and died For the days that had been, for a place at their side.