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f THE OUITIANS’ EMEND. l¥c4l»CMlay, December aO, ISTS. SPECIAL BOYS’ AND GIRLS’ COLUMN. A LBTTJLE EEDOW-KOOM. Good friend, don’t squeeze so very tight! There’s room enough for two. Keep in your mind tluvt I’ve a right To livCj as well us you ! You’re rich and strong; I, })Oor and weak ; But think you T presunie When only tiiis poor boon I ask,— A little clbow-rooin! Tis such as you—the rich and strong, If you but laid the will— Could give the weak a lift along, And help them u]) the bill. But no ! you jostle, crowd and drive I You storm, and fret, and fume! You are the only man alive In W’ant of elbow-room ! But thus it is on Life’s I'ound ])ath— “Self’ seems the god of all! The strong will crush the weak to death— The big devour the small! Far better he a rich man’s hound— A valet, sert, or groom— Than struggle ’mid the mass around, When we’ve no elhow-room ! Up Heart, my hoy! Don’t mind the shock ! Up Heart, and push along! Your skin will soon grow rough with knocks. Your limbs with labor strong! And there’s a Hand uaseeii to aid— A star to light the gloom ! Up Heart, iny boy ! nor be afraid— Strike out for elbow-room ! And when you see, amid the throng, A fellow-toiler slip, Just give him, as you pass along, A brave and kindly grip ! Lot noble deeds, though poor you be, Your path in life illume ; And, with true Christian charity, Give others elbow-room ! —Youths Companion. Taylobstille, N. C., is billy and mountainous. There are several named mountains, such as Little Mountain, within a half mile of the county seat. Rocky Face, where the ‘pleasure- seekers’ generally have their pic nics, Round Top, Sugar Loaf, so named for its shape, Barrett’s Mountain named in honor of a great hunter. Thei’e is much fine scenery in the mountains, and as little Nannie wishes that the ju veniles of Middle and Western N. C. could witness the amusing scenes in her part of the State, I think that if Miss Nannie and the rest of the 3'oung ‘Down Eas ters’ would make a tour in the western part of the State, they would fine much to excite their curiosiW. As they would arrive at the top of some mountain, they might then say, do you See yonders Imioly mountain peak, ’Tis nature’s lightning rod; Around it plays tlio lightning streak, Around it roars the voice of God. Dec. 14th, 1875. j Editob Oephans’ Feiend;—As Bome liave complied with your request, and represented their county through your column^, I believe I will try to give you a description of the county I live in, which is Alexander. It is situa ted in the eastern part of West ern N. C. It is bounded on the east by Iredell Co., on the west by Caldwell Co., on the north by Wilkes Co., the Brushy Mountains being the dividing line; on the Bouth by the Catawba River. It is the line botw-een Catawba Co. and Alexander. There are but few rivers in this county, the principle ones are, Ujiper, jliddlc and Lower Little Rivers. They are the largest, if wo except the above named ‘line river.’ No water vessels run on any of them, except bateaux, which are used for crossing the rivers. There are a few fish, but very few, such as the rod-horse, white and black suckers, sun-])erch and cat fish. A great deal of fruit is raised here. The soil and climate are well adapted for fruit raising, and if our people would give more attention to it our county would bo greatly improved. The chief productions aro wheat, corn, rye, oats, some cotton and tabacco, sweet and irish potatoes, turnips and cabbage. There is no rail road in the county, the noai'est one is twenty miles. Taylors ville is the county seat. It is a small town, with about 150 or 160, inhabitants. It bas 4 stores, 2 harness-sliojjs, 2 6boe-sho))s, 4 tan-yards within one mile of it, 3 cbnrclies, Ifaptist, I’resbyterian and Methodist. It has two schools, I’resbyteriaii and Bap tist. Tlioro used to be a college by the name of York’s Institute, but it is now no more, but the place still retains its name. It was so named in the honor of the I’rof. B. York, autlior of York’s Urammar. Most of tho coimtv Or they coukl turn akout and say, I HOP a foggy-formed cloud Floatiug smoothly in the air; Could we drop this earthly shroud, And batho in the foggy-formed fountain there ? But as they would ascend a liiglmr moun tain, They would feel tho air passing hy, O’er the mountain with a whirl. Above their heads tho vaulted sky. Beneath their feet tho rolling world. They could also see looming peaks and low dells, roaring cata racts and rusliing fountains, crag gy rocks and higli cliffs, and ma ny other curiosities. I could write more, but for fear of ivearying the patience of you and the rea ders of the Feiend, I will stoj) for the present, and finish some other time, if it be acceptable. Y^ours Eespootfully, John. TommY’s Treatment. “Mamma, I want some jam.” “No, Tommy, not this morning. Eat your broad and milk.” Mrs. Harris spoke decidedly. “Yes,” wliined Tommy, with a most unbecoming pout on his red lips and a rebelious fire in his eyes. “Can’t I, papa ?” “You lioard what your motlior said, my son,” said his father, slowly stirring liis coffee. “I will have some jam 1” screamed Tommy defiantly, “and I won’t eat that nasty 'old bread and milk ; so there.” “Tommy,” said his father, sternly, reaching toward tlio bell. Orasli! ’Bhe china bowl lay in pieces on tbo floor, and Tom my’s bread and milk was stream ing over the carpet. In a mo ment tbo servant bad borne him kicking and screaming from tlie room. Mrs. Harris looked at her luis- band despairingly. “Whore did that child got his temper ?” “Not from you, my dear, I am sure, and I can’t remember that ever I had sucli tantrums. I should have been soundly horse- wbipped if such bad been the case, and'servod me right. Something must be done with the bojn He gets W'orso and worse,” and Mr, Harris pushed liis chair back im patiently and loft the table. All this time Undo Charlie had not spoken. Now he said: “Give fommy up to me to-day, and I’ll warrant a cure.” Mrs. Harris looked incredu lous. “You’ll have nothing to do with him,” said Uncle Charlie again ; “I’ll undertake his man agement,” and he laughed hcarti- Iv. “Very ivell,” replied his sister. “I’ve been wanting to go over to mother’s for a day—” “Noiv’s your chance: only don’t let Tommy know you’re going.” And so it happened that when, an hour afterwards. Tommy came sullenly down stairs' mamma wasn’t to be found. “Mamma!” be shouted, stamp ing his foot in a rage, “where bo you ?” but of course there w'tis no answer. Then he rushed to the library and throw tho door open savage ly. Uncle Charlie "rvas there reading tlio morning paper. Ho didn’t look up wdien Tommy burst in so unceremoniously, which fact rather surprised the young gentleman, who had al ways been accustomed to carry things by storm. “Where’s memimal” he de manded, fiercely, looking as a young savage, minus bis ivar paint, might be supposed to. No answmr. Uncle Charlie looked up as if surprised. “Where’s my mamma, I say?” yelled Tommy again, the veins in his throat standing out like great -whip cords. “I’ll strike you if you don’t toll.” Uncle Charlie’s look of surprise changed to one of pity. Tommy fancied. His voice softened a little. “Won’t 3’ou tell me where mamma is 1 “Oh, is it you. Tommy ? I wasn’t sure. Your mother has gone over to grandma’s.” Tommy’s black eyes flasbod and bis fists doubled themselves up tightly—ominous signs with him. “Gone to grandma’s ’ithout me 1 Whv didn’t she let me go ? What? 'Vthat? Oh-o-o!” and over Tommy went, flat on his back, and his copper-toed boots begantoflyagain.-tthe door, ortlie wall, wherever they happened to hit. Uncle Charlie camly laid down his paper, pulled tho bell rope, put on a pair of thick buckskin gloves, and walked toward Tom my, looking at him queerly. Just then the servant made his appearance. “Go for Dr, Merrinian as quick as possible, John; 1 fear poor 'I'cmmy has a maniacal attack.’' “Boor Tommy” stopped' kick- injj and scretimim Ion: i-oom shall you put him in, Mr. Charlie ?” The large one in the south wing, I think. You’ll need gloves. Dr. Merriman,” display ing his ow'n hands. “He’ll be apt to bite.” So they took Tommy between them, striking and pinching and screaming at the top of his lungs, to tlie room in the south wdng. Then, v.'hilo Uncle Charlie un dressed hrm. Dr. Merriinau wont to prepare some medicine suita ble to his “ease.” “There,” coming in after Un cle Charlie (despite “Boor Tom my’s” repeated declarations that ho “wo'uldn’t go, no, sir!”) had placed liim safely in bed, ‘there, we’ll give him this now,’ and straightway Tommy’s mouth was opened, and a generous quantity of wormwood tea poured do'wn his unwilling throat. “On ! Oush ! Oh-o-o-o !” he gasp.ed, almost strangled. “Yes, poor little boy!” the doctor said again, soothingly—‘1 think Mr. Charles, this attack will be of short duration. However, I should advise the application of mustard drafts to his feet, and above all, keep his head cool. Give some of this (pointing to the wormwood tea) every fitteen minutes. If he is no more quiet (Tommy suddenly became quiet) at the end of an liour, send for me,’ and tho doctor went out, fol lowed by Uncle Charlie, who locked the door after him. Tommy lay there very still eiioug to wonder what sort of a thing' a “maniacal attack” was. Some thing very bad ho had no doubt. Uncle Charlie was watching Iiini anxiously, and Tommy began to feel a little uneasy. So they remained. Tommy kicking w’ith all his might—and it wasn’t a small might, I assure you—and Uncle Ciiarlies eyes ti.xed gravely and steadily v.pon him, rintil Dr, Merriman came. Ho -was a queer little man, ■with a I'oiind jolly face, and a keen sense of linmor. Tommy ivas a great favorite of his. “A fine boy, fine boy,” be was ivon’t to remark, “if’tweren’t for those tantums !” Ho took in the situ ation at a glance. “Oh ! I see, I see !” he said, rubbing his hands together brisk ly. “A clear case of temporary aberration. Boor little fellow - is madness hereditary in your family I This to Uncle Charles, who still kept his grave eyes fix ed on Tommy. If Tommy was astonished be fore, heis tliunder-struck now. His lioels lay still for a moment. “Now you see. Doc” hebe- gan. “Yes, my boy, I know,” said the doctor, quietly. “Winch Bb§: Words. I think an inkling ot the cause my. Not long since a child said she did not like to hear a certain preaclier because he used so many “big words.” Children, as well as ninety-nine of a hundred grown-up people, love simplicity of language in the pulpit. Chil dren all admire and easily momo- rize those pretty verses, “Mary luul a liltlo latnb,” otc., but if some of our vain min isters were giving those simple stanzas a piirajihraso in prose, something iiko tlie following learnod phraseology would bo seen: “Maiy ■was tho proprietress of a diminutive, incipient sheep, whose outer covering was as de void of color as congealed vapor, and to all localities to whicli Mary of this strange proceeding flashed into his mind, for ho gave a queer little gasping “Oh” and shut his eyes tightly to keep the tears back. By and by Uncle Charlie opened the door. Tommy was asleep, ho thought, and he was backing out softly. “Uncle Charlie,” came a trem bling little voice fi'om tho bed. “"lYoU, Tommy, are your bet ter now !” “I wasn’t sick, you know ; on ly—only mad. Just mad, Un cle Charlie.” “And don’t you know my dear i)oy,” said Uncle CharHo, sitting- down beside the bed, “don’t you know. Tommy, that t!iis same madness is tho most dangerous sort of sickness I It makes mur- ilorers, like tiia one you saw last ou remember. It oaus- .spnng—y es mou to bo slranned by their lello-ws. Dordt you know that you yourself, Toann2/, were be ing ruined 'oy this iuaduess ?— tluit jt was making us all very anxious and unhappy ? and you s'ourself, too, Tommy ? Y'ou are not happy when you avo naugh ty. Won’t you try to bo good I” Tommy didn’t answer. Onco a little stifled sob came up from the bod. ‘I’ll be back again soon, Tom- down was morally certain to tol- !ow. It tagged her to the dispen sary of learning, one diurnal sec tion of time, wliiob was contrary to all precedent, and excited the cacliinnation of the seminary at tendants, when tliey perceived the presence of a young quadru ped at the establishment of in struction. Consequently, the preceptor expelled him from the interior, but he continued to re main in the immediate vicinit}', and tarried in the neighborliood ■without fretfulness, until Mary once more became visible.”—Her ald of Gospel Liberty. Uncle Charlie!’ ‘lYbat, my boy V ‘I’ll be good. I will,’ sobbed the little follow ; ‘ and I want to seo my mamma.’ Tommy was fairly conquered. Uncle Cliai-lie carried him over to grandma’s that afternoon, and his mother declared lie was a diangod boy ; but Tommy didn’t care to enlighten her as to the way in whicli the miracle was worked. It would be too much to sa}' that he never has had another ‘attack,’ but he is improving eve ry day. Still he thinks he don’t like to be threatened. Have you any Tommy at your house ?—Lewiston Journal. A lady who refused to give, after hearing a charity sermon, had her pocket picked as slie was leaving church. On making tho discovery, she said : ‘Tlie parson could not find tho way to my pocket; but the devil did.’ T. B. LYON, JR. E. UALBY. R. H. LYON {Late of “LaUnj LYON, DALBY & CO., MANUKACTUKEES OP “AMMA PUFF, TOBAOC’O- Durham, N. C. Orders solicited—A,events wanted—Tol)ac.oo guaranteed. March 17th—ll-2m. II. A. 1M5AMS & €0., M.4SUFACTDREIIS OP RE.ftiS’ mUK BOOT m SHOE POLl: Warranted to excel all others, or money Refunded. The only Blacking that trill polish on oiled snriaee. It is guaranteed to preserve leather and make it pliant, requiring less quantity and time to iirodnco a perfect gloss than any other, the brush to he applied immediately af^r put ting on the Blacking. A perfect gloss from this will not soil even white clothes. We guarantee it as represented, and as for pat ronage, strictly on its merits. H. A. REAMS &. CO., Manufacturerg, Dv/rhain, N. C. This Blacking is recommend edin the high est terms, after trial, by Geo. F. Brown, J Howard Warner, hiowYora; the President and Professors of Wake Forest College ; and a large number of gentlemen in and around Durham, whose certiiiicales ha-w been fur nished tlie Manufacturers. Orders s'dicited and promptly filled. March hrd; ld75. 0-lf
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