Orphans’ Friend.
Price, $1 a year.)
OXFORD, N. O., APRIL 20, 1883.
(VOL. VIII. NO. 47
EVEEY YBAE.
The spring has less of bri Jitness
Every year;
And the snow a ghastlier whiteness,
Every year.
Nor do summer blossoms quicken,
;Nor does^ajutumn frnitage thicken
As it did—the seasons sicken
1: v:. V, Every year.
lilt is^growire^ darker, colder,
'■ Every year;
AnS’th'b heart and soul grow older,
Every year.
I care not now for dancing,
NoCtfor eyes with* passion glancing,
Love is less and less entrancing
Every year.
’Tii becomiiig bleat and bleaker*,
Every year;
And my hopes .are waxing weaker,
Every year.
Yea, my limbsAre le^ elastic,
And my fancy not so plastic,
E'en my habits grow monastic, "-J
Every year.
Of the loves and sorrows blended,
Every year;
Of.the charms of friendship ended,
Every year.
Of the ties that still might bind me,
'U^ti^'Mme.cb'death resigned me,
My infirmities remind me
‘ ' Every year.
Oh I 'tis sad to loolc before us,
Wittf ^i»e' shadows darkening o,er us,
Every year.
When we see each blossom faded,
That to bloom we might have aided,
And immortal garlands braided ■
Round the year.
Many a spectral beckoning finger,
' Year by year,
Chides me that so long I linger,
Year by year.
Bfirly’Cchbrades there arc sleeping
jf^ip-i^hyard,' :’frhither, weeiping
1—alone unwept—am creeping,
Every year.
T'o ttie past go more dead faces,
Every year;
As the loved leave vacant places.
Every year.
Everywhere the sad eyes, meet us,
In the evening's dark they greet us,
A^.to.cotoe to. them entreat ns^,
•Every year.
“Yovi are growing old,” they tell usj
'iiw ’ ' year.
^an win no new affection
You have only recollection,
Deeper sorrow and dejection,
Every year.
Yes r the shotes'of life are shifting
Every year..;
And we are seaward dritting,
Every year.
Old places changing fret us,
The living more forget us.
There are fewer to regret us,
Every year.
But the other life draws nigher,
Every yearj
And its morning star climbs higher,
Every year.
Earth’s hold on us grows slighter,
And the'heavy burden lighter,
And^Chg tdayn injinortal brightef,
r ■'— - -Evety year.
‘Cifrlailiiient of an obit-
uary iwit^c^ is ’a Tery delicate
matter, and we g0ii,erally find;
th^ tljie p^:ts we cut out are
tbo'se^-'specially dear to the
wriljer; Tlie Messenger, edited
by qiar pleasant friend, Dr. P.
S. says the same of his
experienc^j And, adds: “ We
once a- brother h}'’
changing a . sentence, and yet
^ the only thing we cut out was
the announcement that some.
ol(| in Israel had died
of cholei^a mfantym.-—N, Y.
THE CONTRAST.
“He’S such a little fellow!”
“Little or big, the boy’s
been stealing, and prison's the
place for theives.”
“I didn’t mean to steal; 1
only just took two rolls cause
I was so hungry,’’ sobbed the
boy.
“But didn’t you know it
wrong to take them?”
said ’ a gentleman who nad
looked quietly on while the
constable grabbed little Jake
Melborne by the collar and
shook him. till the little fel
low’s teeth chattered in his
head. Perhaps they shook
from cold also, for the snow
lay thick upon the ground and
roofs, and the old clothes
which covered him let the
north wind in through many
a hole.
“Don’t know,’’ said the boy
doggedly; “can’t-starve.*-'
“Why, he’s Mary Fellowes’
boy,” said the • baker’s wife,
coming out pf the, shop, “and
she lying dead , and cold in
her grave. Sure he’s welcome
to a bite from me at anytime.
Constable, let him go; I’ll See
that he’s taken care of.’^ And
the kind-hearted woman took
the frightened little fellow
away to warm and comfort
him as his. mothet ,m%ht have
ddhe! ^
But across the street stood
another miserable docking ob
ject, a man with blear eyes
and slouching gait, who only
a few years ago had held
Jake, then a fair little haby,|
in his arms while the baby’s
mother looked 'on with de',
light and thought of the time
when her boy would be as
fine a fellow as his father.
Now she was dead, and her
poor little boy, with ho one-to
care for him or teach him any
better, wandered about the
streets and stole his bieakfast
when he could not stand his
hunger any longer.
“Do you know what makes
the difference?” said the gen
tleman, who had before spo
ken to his own two warmly-
dressed boys at his side.
“Drink,” said one of them,
with an expression of con
tempt. “John Fellowes is a
regular old sot.”
“Yes, but there was a time
when he was as fine and well*
dressed a boy as either of you.
1 went to the same school
with him, and there wasn't a
staarter fellow in the class.
But he thought it manly to
stQoke cigarettes and to drink
cider,, and then, when these
were not. strong enough, as he
greW'older, cigars and juleps.
After he was married and had
a boy of his own, he couldn’t
make money enough 'to sup
port his wife and baby and
pay for smoking and drinking
top, so he first broke his wife's
heart, and now lets his boy go
found the streets neglected
while he gets more and more
worthless every day. Do you
wonder, when I look 'round
my-pleasant home and note
the contrast, I am very un
willing that my boys should
learn to smoke cigarettes or
drink cider?”—Youth's TerU'^
^erance Banner.
ONE-IEEA MSN-
It is usual to sneer at what
are called one-idea men; the
popular view is, that such
men are out of balance, aud
are more to be pitied than
cnticised, that they are nar
row minded and therefore
cannot be depended upon as
leaders. It is worth while to
notice that these views are
confined to men of unworthy,
unimportant, impractical and
few ideas. The men who
have been most successful in
tlieir callings have been of
the same species with the men
of one idea. They have had
one great, worthy, practical
and all-controlling idea ; they
have made a hobby of it, and
have rode it to mill, to market,
and to meeting; they have
talked, laughed, wept and
prayed about it; they have
spent and been spent lor it.
Columbus rode a hobby from
court to court until he found
a patron, and then he rode
his bobby westward over un
known seas until he found a
new world. Palissy, 'the dis
coverer of the glaze upon por
celain, was counted by his
neighbors as a wild enthusi
ast, when, by his experiments,
he ‘impoverished his family,
and finally threw his furniture
into the kiln where he was
baking his pieces, because Ite
had neither fuel, money nor
credit. Edison, spending tens
of thousands in experiments,
would have been called still
more Wild had he lived in the
times of Palissy. What would
Henry Bergh accomplish for
the suffering dumb animals,
and for the suffering little hu
man animals that are not
dumb, were it not for.bis un-
abating application of his one
idea? And what would Wes
ley have accomplished had
he lost sight of his purpose,
expressed in his saying, “Let
me be a man of one Book?”
And what cannot the man ac
complish who does his work
as if there were no other work
to do?—Northern Advocate.
A TUREISS LOVE LETTER.
Lii.h
Men who have money to
loan take the greatest possible
la (heir business.
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu,
when in Turkey, sent a friend a
Turkish love letter, in the shape
of a Small box containing a pearl,
a glove, a jonquil, a piece of pa-
!per, a pear, a cake of soap, a bit
|of coal, a rose, a straw, a piece
lof cloth, some cinnamon, a match,
a gold thread, hair, a grape, a
piece of gold wire and a pod of
pepper. Taken out of the box in
the above order, these articles
signified : ^^Fairest of the young
thou art as slender as this clove j
you are an unblown rose. I have
long loved you, and you have
not known it. Have pity on my
pa^ion; I faint every hour. Give
me some hope; I am sick with
love. May I die and all my
years be yours.May you be
pleased and your sorrow mine.
Suffer me to be your slave • Your
price is not to be found. But
my fortune is yours, I burn, I
burn; my flame consumes me.
Do not turn away your face.
Crown of my head, my eyes; I
die, come quickly!” The pepper
pod standing for the postcript;
''Send me an answer,”
A statistician has estimated
that courtships average three
tons of coal each.
THE FORESTS OF NORTH CARO
LINA-
The world is generally
finding out something about
the marvelous forests of North
Carolina, and we have to re
peat what we have often said
before to our people—hold on
to your timber as long as pos
sible. There is untold wealth
in our forest lands, and time
will surely prove it. The
Bhiladelphia Record has to say
on the subject;
For variety and luxuriance
of growth there are no
forests like those in
North Carolina. The State
despite the ravages of the
wasteful turpentine industry,
still contains nearly 40,000
square miles of woodland, in
which are to be found about
all the tree species of the
country. The white pine
and hemlock of the North are
found side by side with the
palmetto and magnolia.
Nineteen of the twenty^two
species of oaks found east of
the Rocky Mountains grow
in North Carolina, and the
State contains twice as many
arborescent species as the en
tire continent of Europe.
There are all the magnolias,
seven in numher^^and the five
maples. All the North Amer
ican pines, except those of the
Pacific slope, are found here.
For arboriculture it is proba
bly the most favored spot on
the globe. All trees, more
over grow with a riotous lux
uriance that indicates unusu
al vitality. Hickories, beech
es and chestnuts attain to
huge dimensions, while in
the same localities may he
found tulip trees over one hun
dred feet high and measuring
thirty feet around. In some
exceptionally favored sections
there are wild cherry and
sassafras trees which have
reached a diameter of six feet.
The people of this country
have not yet begun to com
prehend the treasures that
are still fast locked in North
Carolina'*s almost untrodden
forests.
“Gentlemen, this universe,
up to the edge of the tomb,
is not a joke. There are in
this life serious differences
between the right hand and
the left. Nevertheless, in our
present career, a man has hut
one chance. Even if you
come weighted into the world
as Sinbad was with the old
man of the sea you have bat
one chance. Time does not
fly in a circle, but forth and
right on. The wandering,
squandering, dessicated moral
leper is gifted with no second
set of early years. There is
no fountain in Florida that
gives perpetual youth, and
the universe might be searched
probably in vain, for such a
spring. Waste your youth;
in it you shall have but one
chance. Waste your middle
life; in it you shall have but
one chance. Waste your old
age; in it you shall have but
one chance. It is an irrever
sible natural law that charac
ter attains final permanence,
and in the nature of things
final permanence can come
but once. This world is fear
fully and wonderfully made,
and so are we, and we shall es -
cap© neither ourselves nor
these stupendous laws* It is
not to me a pleasant thing to
exhibit these truths from the
side of terror; but, on the oth
er side, these are the truths
of bliss; for, by this very law
through which all character
tends to become unchanging,
a soul that attains a final per
manence of a good cliaracter
runs but one risk, and is de
livered once for all from its
torture and uurest. It has
passed the bourne, from bo-
hind which no man is caught
out of the fold. He who is the
force behind all natural law is
the keeper of his sheep, and
no one is able to pluck theui
out of his hand. Himself
without variableness or shad
ow of turning, he maintains
the irreversibleness ot all nat
ural forces, one of which is
the insuflerably majestic law
by which character tends to
assume final permanence,
good as well as bad.”—Joseph
Cook.
A DEATH PICTURE.
Extract from the Address of Hon.
A. M. Eeiley Before the Medical
College of Virginia,
“Come with me, you who be
lieve that there is nothing in this
human entity save the gases and
fluids and earth which respond
to chemical analysis—come with
me to the chamber whore a lit
tle child, an only one, lying on
its mother’s lap, is fighting with
wasting fever or fatal croup the
battle—oh, how unequal—for its
little life. Let us cross the
threshold without knocking or
bidding, for the conventionali
ties of life have no place herOj,
and out of the gloom of night
into that deeper gloom of swift
coming death, softly step. How
loud the tick of the clock! How
spectral the light! Scattered
about the floor are the toys with
which a mother’s love sought to
wean the baby's thought from'
the painjthat racks its tiny frame
—all useless now, for the gilded
sands are hastening to their end.
Look down into the mother’s
face, homely it may be when
measured by the painter's stan
dard or the sculptor’s, but radi
ant through all its anguish with
a divine loveliness which the
chisel of Phidias or Raphael's
brush would vainly seek forever.
Watch her, as with yearningi
love, whose mute eloquence ‘
shames all the witchery of words,
he answers the sad appeal of
those fast dimming eyes—turn
ing to her in pathetic wonder—
w onder why that tender mother,
who failed it never before in
trouble or suffering, helps not
now. Look down through those
brimming eyes, whose gushing
tide she stays for baby’s sake, in
to that riven heart bursting with
the thought that the iragile
threads are breaking—swiftly
breaking—that soon those eyes,
whose radiance outsparkles all
the gems of earth, will be dim,
di m, forever dim—that soon the
prattle which to her fond ear
was sweeter than hymns of choir
ing seraphs will soon be forever
hushed—that soon the little pat
tering feet, that only yesterday
made sweet melody throughout
the house, will move no more ;
and a silence which is akin to no
other silence known on earth
will cast its pall upon that smit
ten habitatign.—Hush! the end
has coii:e. Let us wait until the
first burst of nature’s grief is
over—past. Measured by rea
son’s standard wo should now
only expect rage or vengeance or
fear to find expression here; but
of these scarcely a trace is seen.
Anew and totally distinct group
of emotions gather around this
tiny form, raising and softening
and dignifying this awful scene.
Calm-eyed Faith stands there
gazing down the ages with look
serene, and from Hope’s white
wings supernal light floods all
the darkness, and Resignation
with^teadfast front, and Forti
tude with outstretched arm,
bearing up this bruised heart
and you feel it is not the grim
skeleton with scythe and hour
glass, nor Atrapos in robe of
black who sits despairing at this
couch of death, but an angel
with tearful byes and compas
sion limitless whose baud has
soothed even while it smote-”
The prospects for cutting
the Panamii canal are said to
be better than formerly re
ported. Seven thousand men
are at work upon the canal,
and scarcely a dozen laborers
are sick in the hospital ; the
bills, which were said to be of
rock, turned out to he of solt
dirt, and the completion of the
canal appeara'tp be nearer at
hand than the previous ac
counts gave reason to expect.
- -News and Observer.
A Little girl accompanying
her mother on a visit to an old
lady, the latter showed the
child her parrot in a cage by
the window, ^framing her at
the same time ' not to go too
n ear,' lest he should bite her.
“Why would he bite me?'" she
asked. “Because, my dear,
he doesn’t know you.” “Then
please tell him that I am Mary
Ann.*'
& Fiinm,
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