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THE OHI’llAXS’ FKIEXT). St'pU'nibrr 15, 1S75. HIIAT IS IIOiTIE WITHOUT A IflOTlIER! Wlirit 3s luune without a mother ? What arc* all the j(»yH wo uuot, When tier lovinjj- smile no loiif,^«‘r (Jreets the comiiifjot our foetf The days seem Ion;', the nights :«ro ilrear, Ami time roll slowly m ; Ami oh I how few are ehihlhood:*’ pleasures, When her gentle, gentle care is goii‘. ThingB we prize are first to vanish, Hearts we love to pass away; And how soon e’en in onr chihlhood, We heln.hl her turning, turuing gray ; Her eyes grow dim, her step is slow, Her joys of earth are past; And aojuetimes ore wo learn to know her. She hath hreatlied ou earth, on -arth her last. Older hearts may liave their sorrows, Griefs that piiek!y die away ; Hut a mother lost in ehildhood Grieved the he.irt, tlu* heart from day to day. We miss her kind, her willing hand. Her fond and earnest eare ; And oh 1 how dark is life around us ! What ia home without, witlnmt her tliero? tramp» tkamp, thegraage IS IHAKCIIIIVG. W’e have toiled thro* .*now ami slest, And the siiininer’s ferreut heat; Hul the harvest of onr ho|»o ha* lied aw.iy, Till deipair haa filled our hearts, fljdte of all that w« could do, IW we tried to cheer the loved ones and he gay. Cho.—Tramp, tramp, tr.Hinp, the Grange is'inarrhing, tCheer up, hrotlwrs, see, they come; And hene.\th the Flag of Kiglit wo aUall breathe a nohler air, I» the Free-land of our own beloved home. In the battled front wc stand, Of a dtrlfo that s> ak*d the lain!; Aad ,cnr •barging Uuc« shall iwoep from •bar* to ahore* Till oppression*# ranks arrayed, Shall b« beaten back diimiiyed, And we’ll »lu)uttho«ry ofviot’ry «i'eraiid o’er. Cho^—Tra.mp, tramp, tramp, &c. Firm of purpose, now we wait, For th.at day—ami soon or late— It *h.-vll come to »pt>D wide the iron band, And to lo(»se the fetter* all, 'That have hold our l)v^ in thrall, And set free the latest slave in freedom's land. Cho.—Tran)p, {r.anip, tram]), Arc. A llosisita! Scene, T^r.aw at a g’lancc timt lie lia/l ffnatJktng to live. In pale, thin flashed with the hist si^ni (if Ifliilfetring life, there was a be- seedHng, a piteou.s longing, sncli .ns d« all my hospital experience rarely seen. At fir.st lie ippuve me little heed, hut as I laid jthe btick of my hand npoii his tiiirning cheek, and stroked tiie liair from his forehead, ho turned ins eyes full upon mo, in a look that spoke things unutterable. “How are yoti to-day, my sol dier friend V’ “Poorly, sir; very poorly. A few days rooro —only a h'w.” “A^ou are already I trust! ’ “I’m going; there is no helji ■ for it. 1 f you ciill that ’readj, 1 am rcadv. “Put I mean, are you prepared to die? Is this exchange of worlds going to bo pleasant to yot'l “PIeaB.ant! It Is .awful, sir; Imrible beyond all account! But 1 have got to come to it “No, my brother, there is no such ’got to’ about it. A ou ^ are in tills world yet, and it is a world of mercy. 'I’bia is tlie world where Christ died. I.et me tell you what he says : ‘AVhoso cmneth unto me, I will in no wise east out.’” “I know it, I know it all have heard it a tliousaiul times.” “Well, isn't it true ?” “It may be—hut not for mo. “Itiit be sax-s. ‘If vou will come liad come,’ ,nor ‘if you would have come,’ bat, ‘it you iriY/ come ;’ wlioso cometh,—comes to day—‘ho will not cast out.’ It’s a ii'reat yiity vou havii’t come al ready, but—’’ “Pity ! It’s my ruin, sir. I can not come now—I will not. Bee there, stranger, do you think 1 am going to give that withered, dried u|) heart to God, alter 1 have given all its tliouglits to the devii { Do vou think Pm going to drink the devil’s wine all my life up to this lastilayin hospital, and then oiler the settlings to Je sus “It was wrong, it was moan for you to refuse the best to your God ; but see what t on are doing now! .Jesus lias followed you all tlirougb, and to-day asks tor this remnant of your life, these ‘settlings,’ as you call it. lie re ally desires your atfection and trirst in him for the little while you lie on tliis bed.” “Is it honorable or decent to give It now ?” “If bo can a.sk it, is it lionora- ide or docent for you to refn.se it now ? A'ou liave refused ei cry- tliing; .Jesus makes a last rcipiest; will you refu.se tliat !” “1*800 it—that’s so—but—I am afraid I shall. A’ou come a little too late ! It’s getting dark now.” I prax'cd .at his bedside, but lie was onl\' partially conscious. As I sat watching him, be said iu a wliisper, scarcely audible: “If I could get back again— back again!” Supposing' lie was thinking of bis friends, I asked about bis home In Michigan. Rousing slightly, and with a shake of his head, lie said: “Xo, no—a boy again—a boy again.” Thinking that he might liave fallen into a sleep from exhaus tion, I left liim for a while. But it u as the sleep of doatli. 'Ihe consistencvofsinhold him straiglit through his course, lie could not break it. He must begin anew, if at all, bo thought, with the beginning, of lite ; but ala.s ! for the Ixiyliood witli its thou sand invitings, it came back no more !—Jfoynim/- a cow, mneb more fifteen cows, .such a thing never entered his head. But vou see what he came toatlast. Uowwasit. ?—Ilebegau by taking a glas.s of ale or beer, or a little wine at parties now and then. This corrupted his pure taste, and gave him an un natural tlilrst wliicli only strong drink could sali.sty. .After ale and beer came whi.sky, rum and brandy ; and the more and iiftener be drank, the mure his thirst in- croaseil, nntil be becatno a poor nrscralile drunkard. So you .see, George, that no man can tcdl what ho max' come to. Alay be, instead of swallowing fifteen cows, you will get ilown, one of these days after you bicomo a man, forty or fiftv cows, and a house into the bargain.” “Now, aunty, this is too bad ! exclaimed George. ‘‘A'ou know I will not.” ‘ So htmilreds and tlioiisands of little boys might once have said udio, now th.at the\’ i iv g'oivn to lie men, are drunk ards. There is only one way ol safety.” “What is that, anTity ?” asked the boy, looking up with serious OX’CS. “It is the way of total abstin ence, as wo c.df it-—tlieonly way of safety for boys and men. If you never drink a drop of intox icating liipuir, you will never be a drunkard, ff you depart from this rule, no man can say to bow low a depth of wretchedness and degradation you may fall. 'J’lic worst drunkard in the land was once a pure and innocent boy.” “I’ll never .swalloiv even a calf!” exclaimed George, starting up, and speaking xvitli groat oariiootness. “Touch not, taste not, handle not the unclean thing,’’ said Aunt Kate, “and all will ho well xiirli von. But indiilgu ever so little in drinking, as you grow to man hood, and none can tell into u'hat a groat deptii of hopeless ruin x'ou may fall.”—Mornin(j Star. * [ilyiiig these three fives to see how nianv ctiances there were ot a flower being lirouglit into ex istence without tlie aid of mind, and having it in these tliree fives. 'I'he chances against it were one hundred and twent)'-live to one. He thouglit tliat was very strange. He examined another flower, and found it the same. He multiplied one hundred and twenty-five by itself to sec how niaiiv chances there were against there being two flowers, each having tliese exact relations is of numliers. He found the chances against it were thirteen thous.ai d six Imnilred and twenty- one. But all around him there were nmltitiules of tlucso little flowers ; they had been growing and blooming there for year.s He thought thissliowed the order of inte'digonee, and tliat the mind ord'sined it, was God.—And so he shut up ids hook, and picked up the little flower, and kissed it and exclaimed:—“Bloom o i, b - fie ll iwers; sing on, little birds; vou have a God, and 1 havo a (tod; the God tliat made these little flowers made me.”—Ih iyht Side. CVn'ii, UIS) .VI) lilucwi.lf I i, 1*-V Sunt’!, U II ,7t.;ne. Ml. Oli'rc.-ilK—.IfS’ti’ T .VllniUdii, .Joi’I L’lf- till, D M M .Iioiiw. n.ren, iUl—\V II U’liiiis, !■' M Xli’iiauivs, U \V ll’.I’uii”’!, H i; Alli’ii. A Slii’riii.iH. Lchnm)t, A'li. r(l7.—lii.i. II. Siiimiii-ini’U, Win. MiTiitt, W. a. Frill.k McConmek. CliS, .V. llnlryiiiiili-* Nivtlniii Dn’l gall, W O Ttii.mar. Lenoir, -aa:!, Hi’iija .S Gra..lv‘, .Ti.hii S Ilizzi’ll, S II Pakiirr, iliilm H .Vlilriil"!-, Jarnli F 1 larper. llVmimH, CIO, XiH-uiaiJ X„ .Shaw, Matthew ni’cWfV, \Vm K. Peel. Umfritf-re, CIO.—.Vlli'li .luhlisfon. Samnt-l Will 1> 'rm-kert W T Mosft lev, F M Pittman, Henry F nrookB. Xarhc'ni, .1 K NA'e^t, T ih.wt'rs V. ilnl-hs. Catmrhn Lodge, Xo. C48.—U. i’. UieiihunU ,1. X. L"ii,i, 1). W. UaiiiBtHir. Shlluh. C.jO, W. 11. Gn’gttry, llev‘ H. Ilhse*, T. .1- Pittanl. i'n-iih'n;jlo>i, C(i.>.—r>. G. Hunt, W O Jolinsto:!, W. I'. Fmvlu'*. WdUiuf/n. C70. -.1. W. CGmiell, .1, HanUnt;, li. I>. (Ireon. X'lc JjhetDion OI-l, Painnel ^\ illliiiiiH, Jnhn l)s, W M Spmiee. .[em.wleind'Mo—.It»lm li Davi*, GooE H*rr^ h.ir.lt. Th«>in;\?‘ M HtiwBfnt. ?,{al!uinHsl:re(. OCS—S S Baer. J 0 MeCU'Dl Fagettcrillx, A S Hoide, W M. B K Sf.lherry, 8 W, ami Georjjo P McNrrH, .1 W. ?ft. .Moriah, V ])., .1 W Powell, .1 B Phil lips W P ireie.*. WiMv.r Evoiiiiij;!*. SWAUUO\VIi\G FIFTEEIV CCpM'S, “Swallowed fifteen cows! Noi.y[hl»oi'sTlilsr!c«. said Bertie in a tonishment, look ing np from lier play. Her ears had cauglit llio words in a con versation tliat was going ou iu the room. “A cs,” answered her brother ; “lie drank tliem all up.” “Drank fifteen cows ! I don’t believe it,” answered the little maidoii lirmlx'. “He sold* tlioni, and bonglit whiskex* and liecr with tlie mon- ex',” exclaimed Iier aunt Katy. ’ “Oh, oh, tliat was it. 1 see now. AVcll, it is funny. ’ ^ “Xo not fmniy, dear, but sad,” said aunt Katy. * “T1 o man liad a xvifo and two little ehildren, and he sold the milk from fifteen cows and bought them food and clothing. But now having swal lowed the cows, as we were say ing, hi.s wife and children go huiigry and cold, and he, a poor, miserable drunkard, is in the aims lioiiso- Isn’t it dreadful to think ot r The tdnldven looked very sober. “A'on’ll ncx'or catch mo drink ing np fifteen cows, nor one, either,” said George, very pos itively. “I don’t know as to tTiot,” re plied Aunt Katy. “The man wo were talking about was once a little boy like you, xvitli a liealthy taste for food*, and clear, cool I xvas once xvalking ivitb a fanner tliroiigli a beaiititiil field, xvlicn lie liapponed to see a tali thistle mi the other side of tlie fence. In a second over the fence he jumped, and cut it oil clo.so to the ground. “Is that your field .t” I a.sked. “Dh, no,” said the farmer; ‘bad weeds do not care iiuudi for fences, and if I sbouhl leave that tliistle to blo.ssom in mx' neig'hbor’s field, I should socn have a plenty in my oxvn.” Evil iveeds in your neighbor’s field xvill scatter seeds ot evil in your oxvn ; tiierefore every xveed pulled up in your neiglibiir’s field i.s a dangerous enemy driven oil' from YOur oxvn. Tell mo xvhere a hoy spoud, his ex'eiiiiigs, and 1 will tell you xvhat kind of a man lie xvill make. “I spend mine, part in .study, then 1 talk xvitli father,” said .Tamos, a hov wluiin I know. 'I’liat is a good w ax'. “1 xvish mv father xvoiild lei us talk with liim,” said Fred; “but lie get.s tlie iiexvspaper after tea, and then it is nutliiiig Init ‘Keep still, Ivovs.’ So ire steal off.” ‘ AVliere!” “Ail, that’s telling,” said Fred 'I'his .■itculiiif/ iijf' is generally bad business, for there is luibmly so busy iu the night-time as Satan, who aixvax's c.outrix'cs to find “.some mischief still for idh- hands to do.” All kinds of evil xvhich slink and bide axvav in the day, and cannot bear the light ot the bright, ciieerful, xvluilosoiiio sun, creep out under cox-or of night, catching and injuring buys and girls XX ill) are foolish enough to leave good homes, or so badly ofi as to have none. iSce to it, those long xvintei evenings, that you are where x-our time and your eonipaiiy xvill tell for good and nut for evil. 'rllE ()KB 11AXS’ FK1EXD, PuUiihed at the. Orphan Asytum, OXFOIlIl, X. ('. Fkt. s, $1.(X) 11 yivir, c.i.sM, [i’nit.iv.:i’ I"-'- paid htTt*. Adver'I’I.sf.m'.XT.S iiHcrtr-l .at 10 ;v liiiB for iiixfi-tion ind •> a lin“ f-r ■Mcli (■ontiiiuanof.*. AO" iS fioUt wordx m.^kn p.AjBT i* cditril 1*T T^lt* of iiislitutiott n-itlioiit Bxtr t foTiipt-n.xatiriii ; an 1 of the M’ork of priiithi.k' it !.•* dour 1>T Xh# Grplians. 4W thi nett projijt i/o fo thf ttene.fit of ffte: W»‘ a*'* pr*!»i’nt at U* vtl oHf a Uiti 'Hti n on • i»>f *r • tU»* mrrt- iii;; of tlu* Giiiil Lo’*.‘, but ww nvfd ii it bo- .m«ibrf.l tlu* limit. Aiii'u^t 2.>tb, l-7r». [’. B. I.YtiS, .IR. r.. DAI.BV. K. M.I.A'O.*: ■{Late of "■Dnlhtj PufF) LYON, DALUV ct MANlIFACTrilKB.S OF THE oL • Vj 1 “AROMA DFIUIAM syLo- 1^’" Kl.\0 TOBACCO. roTiimHtcosofSubordtnutoUotlyG » Ai>|>oii»tc«l iiiMlor RbS»liitioii oi the GraiMl UoflKCt Con- ti’ihiitionsror the Ophan Asjliiins: GOI> GEO:?II3TBZi:VG^ A ploas.ant xvritcr tells us of a 'Bexas g-eutlcinau who has the misfortune to be an tinbellever. One day ho xvas walking iu the xvoods reiu'ling the writing of Plato. He came to where the great xvritcr u.scs tlie groat phrase, “gcometriziiig;.” He tlimiglit tO' liimsoif:—“If I could only see plan and order In God’s xvorks, 1 could he a believer.” Just then be saw a little “Texa.s star” at his feet. Ho picked it up. and thoughtlessly began to count its petals. He found tliero xx".'ve live. Ho coimtod the Stantons, and there were five ot thein. He cniiiitcd the divisions at the base of the floxver, tbrvn xvere five of Aincrictm George. jAuhje, Xo 17—Dr (' L (’anTpIndl, 11. G. MaddryG'. W. Spriiccr. 7)fn'K, "I’luimaJ* .1. Pugb, Jttst'pli Cttttoii, Gou. A. I'aUv. lUram, 40.-1. C. K. Littlo, T W Blakf, X. II. Winston. Concord 58, W G Lcu'is, John Cotton Joscjth P. Sn.tr.LTS. Scotland Xcck, (>8, A. B. Hill, E. bi - luoro, G- Ij. Hyman. KngJe, 71--.lainos RGivtti.*', Charles C Tayori Isaac K Strayhoin. Orr, 104—J F Knndolpli, T J Cannalt, lludi- avtl Graii.i'or. Clinton, 107, X. .M. Kmin, .1. C. Gviflith, C St. AUrrms Lodge. No. MoQneon, Cliiifon, No. 124.—'riios- n'hito, U \ Yarbro, G. S. Baker, J. G. Kin.i”. H. T. Pitman and Neill Toivnseml. Ml. Lebanon, Xo. n7.--.Iamos W iMiurastcr. A. J. Brown, S. B. Wntcr.s. Tu-tcifroro, 122, M B Jones, S Gvaudy, W 1{ Tnnicr. Franklin, 100. Win. M. ITiointtyon, V H Marc, B I>»>AvenlM-ri:. Aft. Fnergg, 140—J U Floyd, H Haley, A\ Iv IMUa-k. - ISoh.'inUe,.l'iVKC U llovttMV, I 15 Sr.aFTw>9t), A B Voting- Buffalo Lodge, I7’2.--A. A. MAver, A A !I-irvni-tt-m. B. 15. Cule. -V- M- Wi.-kfi Durham, N.C. Order.s solicited—Agents Avunted—Tobaectf gn vrantoed March !7tb— 11. A. KliAIlS & CO., MANUFACTITUMIiS OF REAMS’ DURHAM BOOT AND SHOE FOIISH, Wftrranfcfl t& ecceel nil others, or monc>f Jiefunded. The only Blacking that will polwb • ileil surface. It is gnavaiitecd. to jm'servo h'ltluT anilmake it ]tlia»t, rctpiiring less quantity aii-l time to pvckIih'-** a [lerfect gloss than any other, th! briij^h ttr be applied immediately .after juit- ting ou the Blacking. A jterb ct glosK fr«*tn tills will nt>t soil even white ebt^hes, W© guarantee jt as |•♦>]>resentet^, and as it r ]'at- ronage, strictly on its roorits. ll. A. BEAMS & CO., MannfactiiFcr*, Dnrheem, X. (7. Tills Blackitgi ie- TM?ommcTid thft high' ost terwies. itften- trial, hy Geev. F. Broivn, .1 Howard Wanner, New Yora; the Pre-bUmt ainl PridcT^ons of Wake Ff>tii“s4 CfiJilege ;• aiuS a hvvge wn;niT>er of geiitl-iww iiKii .sirull aroniui ' Durham:, wdiosi* l•ert^.ti^eates have V>eeii fnr- nislied the Maimfaetnrers. Drdcr.^ s‘lieiTed and promptly filled.
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