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THE EDUCATOR. I’ubllshed every Saturday, hi the Mc- Intyre Building. Person Street, N. C. rates ok subscription: One Tear, ill advance, - - - - $2-00 Six Month*, In advance, - - - - 'I.OO [Three Months, in advance, - - 60 POETBY, The Piper, The dews were on the hedge*, The mist was on the mead, When down among the sedges I wrought my pipe of reed. I bliw my pipe with power. Men only cursed the sound That woke them when the hour Brought back their labor’s round. The scythe was in the barley, The sickle In the wheat; The pipe I made so early Had lost its tones so sweet, , And weary man and maiden, Upon the glowing soft, My reed-pipe iell upbraiding That heightened not their toil. The men had left the mowing. The maids to bind the sheaves; I took me for my blowing A wbeatstraw stripped of leaves, , And cares all ceased to cumber, No voice was now upraised; 1 piped them all to slumber, And in their dreams was praised. —F. W. B, in the Galaxy for Oct. Money. TVe live and we love, tor money! We sing and we dance for gold— And—what is more dismally funny— ! For money our natures are sold. No woman now weds for a lover— No man asks a woman to love— Every flower, every picture, we cover With gold veneer, tight as a glove. tVe give up all manhood for office— We client our best friend, for a place; We care not how dirty a rough is Our way to get help—or how base! The thief steals your money, by breaking A bank sate; the banker (inside) Puts bars on his (tank doors, aud-taking Your savings—says, ‘Now, we’ll divide" A maiden to Long-Branch goes‘sporting" Ami hunts an old rich man to marry; Her ‘pa’ and ‘mamma’ did their courting On foot—but she courts for a-carriage! A mother kills oil" all her babies, And buys a fat lap-dog, to nurse it: A father runs mad with the rabies— For wealth, and—lets othersdisbursc it. The Vn 1 tie of" u Good Trade. We had a man mowing our door yard yesterday. I watched him pret ty closely, for iear he would snip oil my rose-bushes. I put my shawl on and sat on the grass, and pretend ed I was keeping him company, lie is a man of good sense, and he said a great many sensible things. I re marked that mowing must be his trade, he did it _so well, and made such nice work.. “licit!” he sniffed, ‘Tam jack of all trades and master of none. I can do most anything that I take hold of;” and he leaned over and shaved the grass neatly from about a snarl of rose-bushes, a beautiful tangle that I could not prune for very ten derness of heart. “Oh, thank you!” I said; “you did that as kindly as a mother dressed her babe. Any other man would have said; ‘Here’s a dead branch, Miss Potts;’ or ‘You is a useless shoot;’ or, ‘That bush yonder is a sufferin’ for the knife’. “It’s my bush, you see, and I want It to grow as wild, and ranting, and riotous, and just as extravagantly as it pleases. I don’t care if it leaps as high as the top of the house,” said I, a good deal excited. “Well, I calculate that it would be the better of a little triumph’, but as you say, it’s well enough to let natur 'have her own way, just to see what ail she can do when she takes a notion—ls I was a reg’lar gardner, 1 s iM.hu I would have attaeted that hush whether or no. I often wish lather had apprenticed me to that trade—poor man he * been dead an’ gone tliis many a long year; he was a good father ,and I don't find it in my heart to bring up a word o'blaiim again him:” arid here he leand on the handle of the scythe in a comfortable sort of of away. “But Miss Potts I think it's every man’s duty to give his boys trades. When father died ho left a farm of one hundred and sixty acres. There was mother, and we three grown up boys, and the two little girls, and Johnny, and grand mother. Well, we couhln t all have the farm, and we couldn’t any more than make a good living and pay the preacher and the taxes and school the children, anil meet an occasional doctor’s bill; and so Jack and I talked it over one night, and Thu Emcator VOL. 1. FAYETTEVILLE, FT. C., OCTOBER, 3, 1874. NO. 2. thought it did seem a little hard, w« resolved, ’fore God an’ ourselves, that we’d give up all right and claim to the old farm to Tom, our oldest brother, if he’d care for mother and the children, and do the part of a dutiful son and brother. It did seem kind o’hard, strikin’ out to do for ourselves, two green boys who’d al ways been cared for. Jacked always wanted more learnin’, he never was satisfied, and so he went away to school to shift for himself as he best could.—Well, he worried along somehow, until now he is qualified to teach —hp teaches in the winter and goes to school in the summer. I’d taken a shine t.o Milly Brown— she was a modest little hard workin creetur—and so we concluded to marry and help each other along— We never regretted it; and though I don't own a footo’land, and have no trade, we have always managed so that we never had to endure much privation. Be sure I’ve had to wear patch upon patch an’ Millys had to turn her dresses bottom end up, an" t'other side out; we’ve got along grandly. “But, Miss Potts, it’s just as much as I eau do to stand up an' feel my self a man among men- I ain’t an independent man; I’ve no trade. “To day I mow your yard, to-morrow I I help Farmer Hutchins move his smokehouse, the next day I plough com for Jack Williams, maybe the next 111 make a chimney iu Ephra im’s kitchen or elevate grain in Tay lor’s warehouse, or haul coal for Caster, or make a pavement on Milk Street, or weed somebody’s garden j That’s no way o,doin,’ hackin’ round for Tom , Dick an" Harry, so ne times only paid, in worthless proin.- •ses. Why; very often I work half a day for a man he’ll say, ‘lll do you a good turn sometime, Wilson; or, ‘it’s a mighty nice thing to be as ban dy a man as you are George.” “N o, Miss Potts, I'm not a free man—l am a buudinan, I wear shack les, an’ here I’ve*family coinin' on promisin’ boys and girls, an‘ I’m n fraid I’ll not be able to do my whole duly by ent God helpin’ me I mean to give every boy o’ mine a good trade, anyhow; maybe my girls, too When Bowzer broke up aud had to sell his farm and move to towu, I just spoke right up before I thought I said ‘Bowzer,’ said I, ‘now you can’t do a better thing than to ap prentice Ned and Timothy to trades You don’t want to live in towu and have two big idle boys trifling away their time.—Don’t "do as my father did, don’t let ,em ev»r feel as though you had not done all a father’s duty. You can have Ned learn the tin ner’s trade and let Tim be a mason, or a plasterer or fcooper.’ an’ what does neighbor Bowzer do but go and git mad, an’ tell me to mind my l own business an’ that he was capa ble ot looking after his own family. “Well, to-day those Bowzer boys are like me, going jobbing ’round v, herever they can get a hand’s turn to do. I think it is a blasted shame for a man to bring poor children in to this world and not do a lather’s duty by them just leave them to shift for themselves, erippled,shack led, hobbled, wings clipped and not feeling that they belong to the class of men who are free and brave and bold and who can stand up and look the world in the face and feel themselves no mans inferior. “That was a nice thing, sensible, too that Esquire Hamilton did last week. Ilis youngest son, Ralph, don’t like to go to bcliool —is dull about learning—it is drudgery to him, and so, with his own consent, his lather bound him to the black smith’* trade. My! what a growth that boy’ll get. He is pretty hearty now, but wiiat muscle will be devel oped, and what a ruddy face, and strong arm aud how happy he 11 be. "Ob, I think it’s • God's blessing for a man to bate a trade, even if be don’t foil back upon k in making a living) Bo**-«o—well—I’ll try and do my duty by tttf boys;” and my neighbor drew bis sleeve across bis moist face and Weitt on with his mowing. My heart ached for the poor man, and I shut my teeth a little viciously in memory of tho indiffereit old ' father in tho grave on the hillMde.— In my heart I sanctioned CvCty word I had heard, and thought what a pity it is that young men So rtlfl in to-crowded professional ranks, pre ferring to be a fourth-rate lawyer, aa ungodly minister, or an illiterate quack-doctor, to that of a flrst-rate blacksmith, wagon maker or briok layer. I’d rather see a young man know how to make a good basket, than a poor plagiarized plea at the bar; rather see him toil, homey-handed in a sweat check shirt than to Bneak ’round public places in seedy black, trying to eke out a miserable, sham existence by pettifogging dirty cases and manufacturing falsehoods, aud then esteeming himself better than the honest toiler, just because he has the little tag of Ksq. dangling to his name.— Arthur,s Aloyazine. The Sublimity ol Faith. We were standing on the shore of Lake George, talking to an old set tler of the historic associations which cluster around the locality, when a young man at our side, turniug to him, said: “Uncle, are you afraid to die?” j A look of astonishment overspread ; the age.l face as, lifting his eyes to he questioner, he replied: “Not a bit; I have been waiting, expecting to be called every day for these many years. lam ready to go whenever I am called.” “But you do not know where you are going, do you?” continued the insurer. “Don't know where I am going?” 1 repeated the old gentleman; “don't , know where I am going?” he again I repeated. “When you get aboard the lake steamer, with a good pilot j at the helm, don't you know where ' you are going? Well, just so; I have a good Captain at the helm of iny ship, and there ain’t no danger oi sinking, as there is here, and 1 am going safe into port to see my friends on the shore.” And with these words ringing in the ears of his listeners the old gen tleman departed, his countenance all aglow with enthusiasm, apparently lit up with the glory of the world he beheld with the eye of faith. The incident itself is beautiful; but the lesson it teaches is one that every Christian should try to appropriate. The days of martyrdom are gone, but the faith of those early days may be the possession of the Christian in this age, and may shine out with as much light in tho words and deeds of the humblest follower of the Mas : ter as it ever did from tho prison, | rack, or stake in those times of mor |al darkness. (Such is the hope that jis necessary to enable us to live ■ worthy of an high calling, and such an eye of faith Mono will enable us at life's close, when we stand upon the shores of death’s dark st ream, to see beyond the thick clouds to the brightness of that glory whioh awaits us beyond. —Christian tit 1 Vork. If a man is rich and powerful, he comes under that law of God by which the higher branches must take tho bunting of the sun, and shade those that are lower, by which the tail trees must protect the weak plants beneath them.— lleeeher. Greutness, far from impairing goodness, does but contribute to its enlargement, as a public fountaiu is elevated that it may send forth its streams farther Tho Uttle Mlaeriea ot Ule. Life would be miserable if men and women bad no grievances. It is highly probable, indeed, that a large number, if they could find nothing to grumble at, would die of simple ennui. It if a positive enjoy ment to many people to have a growl; they take intense delight in persua dtnf themselves and those by whom they are surrounded that they ate martyrs on a small scale. They do not act thus always with the mere intention of iuvoking pity on their behalf; perhaps, if the truth were to be made known, they are intensely angry with the being who has the audacity to pity them. They are actuated by a somewhat vague feel ing of discontent. They feel that, somehow or other, things are not exactly as they ought to be. They may have plenty to eat and drink, they may have good clothes on their backs, and sufficient money to pro vide them with all healthful luxuries; they may have friends Who love them, and comfortable homes, ami, yet will they feel dissatisfied, ami ' seize an opportunity ot making their dissatisfaction felt. They may be good-hearted people in the main, they may give money to feed the hungry and elothe the naked; their eyes may water with compassion at the sight of sufferiug, and yet, unac countable as it may appear, they will take a positive pleasure in making those with whom their daily live* are spent temporarily unhappy. Human nature is made up of such palpable contradictions—there is so j much instinctive bad mixed up with so much instinctive good iu every one of ns—that there is no reason to he surprised at this. Such being the : constitution of many men’s minds, it will readily be conceived that even when people are exceptionally pros, | jierous they make a poiut ol' positive : iy gloating over trivial trials, mak i iug out, iudeed, that they have as ; large a share of the bitters of life as | any of their fellows. Indeed, we ) may go a step further, and say that | those who have most trials talk least j about them. Those whose lives are I one coutinual grind, who have to i struggle hard to keep the woll from l the door, have, in tact, Uttle lime for grumbling. They have generally to be content with thiugs as they are. jit would be found, were inquiry ( made, that the honest bard-workers : are so busily eugaged in tltauking | Providence for such small mercies as are vouchsafed them, that they I forget to murmur, except at odd mo menta, on account of those which are denied. The Disittkk Silenced. —Two gentlemen were once disputing on the divinity of Christ. One of them who argued against it said. “If it were true, it certainly would have been expressed in moreelearaud une quivocal terms."—"Well,” said the o ' ther, admitting that vou bcleivod it, were you authorized to teach it, and allowed to use your own language, how would you express the doc -1 trine to make it indubitable?” "I I would say, - ’ replied he, “that Jesus [ Christ is the true God-” Yon are very happy,” replied the other, "in the choice of your words, for you ; have happened to hit upon the words lof inspiration. St. John, speaking !of the Son, says, ‘This is the true I God, and eternal life.” Mere logio will lend itself to er : ror as well as to truth, and will lead :to any depts of falsehood if the pre i mutes are wrong. The mart* closely i the man reasons, the further he goes astray. It is like a oumpass vitiated i by the ship in which it is placed; aud ! the more dangerous, ihe more H is trusted Logic aud euiupasse* need ! constantly to be rectified by obscr | valiou swuuide of themselves. TO WHOM IT MAY CfOIVOJBBMt. Be K known that the General Cott feranoe of the A. M. K. Sion Con 1 Motion, at Ha session in Charlotte, N. C., June, 1872, took Into oonaid- ' station the propriety of establish ing schools for tbe education of our people in tne South, add selected for ! said purpose Fayetteville, N. C., as a proper place to locate a coledge for saitPpurpwee. The conference also elected the following persons as a Bon rtf of Managers to carry out the object contemplated by said conference: Bishop J. D. Brooks President. J. P. Hamer, Vice Pret't. Bishop 8. D. Talbert, Treasurer Dr. J. A- Thompson. Jacob Thomas. George Bosley. P. A. Lee, Corns. Sec'y. J. A. Jones, Rec. Sec'y We therefore appeal to a gener ous Christain public to aid us in this praiseworthy object, in edu cating and christianizing our poor downtrodden ami oppressed race, j and also to send out missionaries to teach and preach the Gospel of Christ The liearer, the Rev. George Bos ley, is hereby duly authorised as an agent to collect funds for said ob ject Signed in behalf of the Board. Bishop J. D. Brooks, Pret't. James A. Jones, Sec'y. Stick it on the Mind.—A boy, in a fit of passion, spoke God’s name in vain. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was ashamed and sorry, and when he went home he asked his mother to write down all the Bible said about profane swearing. He said “he wanted to study it, and stick it on his mind, aud carry it about with him every where,” So site found and copied the following text: “Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takelh His name iu vain.” Exodus 20.8. “Ye shalt not swear by my name falaely, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God; I am the Lord.”— Lev. 19:12. “Because of swearing the land inourneth; the pleasant places of the wilderness are dried up.” Jer. 28:10. “I say unto yon, swear not at all; neither by heaven, for it is God’s throne; nor by the earth, for it is His footstool; neither by Jerusalem, for it is the City of the great King. Nei ther shalt thy swear by thy heal, be cause thou canst not make one hair white or black. But let your com munication be Yea, yea: Nay, nay; lor whatsoever is more than these 1 cometh of evil.” Matt. 5:34—37. 1 “Above all things, my brethren, swear not; neither by the earth; nei -1 ther by any other oat lx but let your, yea be yea, ami your nay, nay; lust iye fall into condemnation.” Janies ' i 5:12. He learned these scriptures, and - < I have writu-u them down for every boy who reads these lines to learn - them also. i« 1 ‘ A Definite Aim.—Do not sow i the world broadcast as the Scotch i would say. “Dibble it in!” Make a i hole ill the gronud with your sharp ; cued slick, and push the seed into . the earth with your heel. Let eve ry sentence tell. Shoot with an aim. Take your arrow from your quiver, put it on the bow with yottr eye on the throne, thou let it go home. Do not pull it out. Let it be a distinct and felt impression. Do not talk to human befogs who are asleep. I have no faith in somnambulism in tho Church. Let every eye be engaged i as though he would look you through. Give the children something worth receiving, and send the truth home. Dr. Onaistou. t ■' 1' t CY T r \ —T — j V 7 J / TUB J ' I - L EDUCATOR. Published every Saturday foortilng at $2 00 pet pear In advance. fcXTRS «k AHVfiitrisilfof One Square, otic time; - - $ 1 .00 “ “ One month, • * 2.00 “ “ Si* mohths; 16.00 “ « . - - 05.00 Yearly Contracts with larghadvertisers made on Very liberal teriri*.- Household HtclpU: To Clean Marble.—Rub first with sods and soft soilp, wash fit usu al With Witter. Mountain cUp of* sugar,- tWo egos, half cup of buttery huff http ot Utilk Or writer, tWO cUpri of flour.- one teaspooflful of soda. out meg. Cold’ Sauce.— Fori# tablespoon s fttl of sugar,- two of bttttef. Whetl these have been rubbed Until tery white and smooth, ridd tbe beaten white Os an egg. Flavor H and mould in some pretty shape. Crackers.— =Take nine turps of flour, obe CUp Os lrircf, two cups of water, two terispoonsful of crerim of tartar, and one terispoonfnl of salera tns. First rub the lard into the flout* and add two teaspoonsful of salt. La.\M Ste W.—Trike Half a shoul der of a lamb, boil it in two quarts of water for two hours. Then put in onions, potatoes, turnips, out in quarters, salt, and pepper to the taste.- Ten iffin rites before teffiag put in the dumplings. To Remove Be-rhY S'fAibs.—lf you should be so unfortu'nrite as to crush a berry on a book or engrav ing, strike U brimstone match and let the' feme come in contact with tbe striin' rind it will disappear as if by magic.- ButterEilk Pudding. —Two eggs, two cups of sugar, half a cup of butter, one leaspooflftrt of soda sifted in two ettps of flour, three cup* of milk; stir the flour in lightly.— Grease your tin and bake oner hour.. It can be turned out. Whitewash.—One peck of lime slaked in boiling Writer, and then strained; one-fourth pound of glue, dissolved previously; and one pint of salt; apply warm. If glue is not con venient, soft soap is a go<Al substi tute, using abont half as much ria of glue. Pudding Sauce. —Four table spoonsful srigar, two of batter, one of flour beaten to a cream. Add the white of an egg beaten to a froth, and pour into the whole a gill of boiling Water, stir it Very feat. Fla vor with lemon, rose-water and nut meg. Batter PuDDfKrt.—Three eggs, seven tablespoonsful of flour, ono quart of milk boiled, preserving to Wet the florir together and pour them into the boiling milk. Add a little salt. If berries are used, add one third flour. Bake, and serve with sauce. A Cure for Corns.—A French medical journal reports the care of the most refractory coma by tho morning 'and evening applications, with a brush, of a drop of a solution of the percbloride of iron. It states that after a fortnight's continued ap plication, without pain, a patient who had suffered martyrdom sos nearly forty years from a most painful c.oru on the inner side of each little ' .» was entirely relieved; pressure vr | no longer painful, and tho cure seems |cdto be radical. Other and similar '■ cases are reported as equally success ful under the treatment. A YKtu's Trouble.—Sometimes 1 compare the troubles we have to t undergo in the course of a year to tt | groat bundle of fagots, far two largo too large for us o lift. Hut God | does not require ns to carry the whole al otico. He mercifully unt ie* the bundles, and gives us first one slick, which we are able to carry to day, and then another which we aro able to carry to-morrow, and so on This we might easily manage if wo would only take the hurdcu' appoin ted for us each day; but we choose to increase our trouble by carrying yesterday’* stick over again to day, and adding to morrow's burden to our load before we arc required to boar it.— Scte'on A g ed people Are blessings to tho community as well as the church.
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