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VOL. IX.--THIRD SERIES
SALISBURY, II. C.: JAIIUARY, 3, 1878.
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Mt. Verxox, N. C., Dec. 10, 1877
Deab Watchman :-Tlmt a very large : j - w v
proportion perhaps as many as four-, ituwai New Year's eve Th trf.
SfthT of roauk nd-from the merchant WArB JL, -;t f Greets
SSlliouaireo .e humblest streetpddler- Pestrians, the jin
5om - the monarchial and presidential of Wagb-belU was ever and anon
heads of covernmenis jo ine cro-ruaus
f-masters and pot-house politicians
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Trill Ul in uiivw , - : r w v
lei privatand raarincfrom the farmer merry nes tle poor and, wretched jost
and herdsman of thoiinds of , acres and ped against tlie gay and Imppy t and this
njyralds of cattle to the peasant ; laborer life-picture, like all others, had its dark
of a three acre pptato-patch-froin 7 the back-ground. .
Snde and leSirting to the country school-
niaster-fibtn the richest to the poorest,
and from tefehet to the lowest, in all
,1 iMMcnlationR. is a wll-known
and constantly evident and acknowledged
fygtf,- .... . , t- s
; now inejr m, ; wuuC ugijr
larce numbers, is a matter not quite so
patentable and plain it is assiguabte to
an innumerable variety of minor causes,
in length and breath of logical dimensions,
in light and shade or biographical col-
forms otthe clouds in the heivens and
the magical tiuts that diveisifv every por-
tion of the widest autumn landscape. Yet
if we were to attempt to condense tbese
can m a "TT ' 1 i
express them as briefly and inclusively
as possible, we might say they are to be
attributed either to the fate, the mis tale
or the mismanagement of each individual's
business. 1 use uie on jaie nere y-
tint in a suDerstitions sense. .
In therfirst place, God does not make !
and does not permit every man to succeed
there is no chance for all to be wealthy
and honored where diversity is the bssis
, of the Eternal's wise and leneficientplan.
Secondly, men mistake their callings so
often. The fox-hunting and -frolicking
.priests of some countries never had nor
heard a call to preach they are clearly
tui generis the rogues are really aiming
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at no avocation 1 rightly therefore they .
are outside the pale of our consideration
we only propose to consider men who
are not impostors and who are doing or
profess to be doing something bona fide.
The professor, very late in life, has some
times regretted that he was not born and
reared. a ploughman;' The poet, who has
struggled, vainly for eminence, when his
gray hairs are thickening, wishes himself
a boy again, that he might begin the
study of Euclid and fight his way up foa
. eollege chair lnsinatliematics instead . 01
trying. to cultivate a barren fimcy into
competition with Homer and Shakespeare.
Such are the "sad specimens of that old,,
- old story : "If I could only live over again
"what mighfl not te?"
j Another immense crowd of our fellow
creatures will, in spite of all moral pre
cedent and all good advice, drink, keep
. bad company, idle a round, get into all
sorts of scrapes and mismanage and neg
lect their business generally, as if it could
take care of itself. Albeit there are many
fmen of talotit and genius belonging to this
class, they deserve little pity,synipathy
or help. They are the worlds business
reprobates bound to fail, because, for
sooth, they Kill have it sol
It is the second of the - aforementioned
classes over whom the angels weep, andj
for whom the hearts of good men bleed.
Poor, lost, waudeiihg travellers! They
have taken the wrong road perhaps a
kind father and mother, when they were
little children, gave them the very direc
tions in implicitly following which tliey
have lost their, way ! How sad ! Such a
boy was reared and educated for thepnl
pit he is a third-rate preacher, but would
. make a splendid engineer he talks to a
listless, sleepy set of hearers every Shn-
-day.. Such another one is in a greafclty,
up in a garret, trying to eke out a scanty
living aud to keep his wife and children
from downright starvation by. writing for
the press; If he had staid on the farm
where he was born, he might now have.
been m the midst, of plenty he was not
made to write books, but to maul rails
and hoe potatoes- Yn briefless, poverty
stricken lawyer is in that line because his
father was an eminent jurist and wanted
7ti to be One. That old-maid school
ma'am ought to have married that stout
young farmer, wheu she was twenty-four,
gone to work,' and let spectacles aud liter
ary labor alone. That broken merchant
ought to have been a minister that min
ister a merchants that lawyer a doctor-
that doctor a lawyer.1 But what is the
chief lesson to parents, from these fail
ures T AVhy, learn your children all to
work, and, if practicable, bind tliein to
Home good trade that is thet oad to nealti
There istoo much so-called higher edu
cation of the hands and heart too many
books and high schools for poor children,
to make them .above honest manual labor.
All should learn to read, write and count,
but the clerkships and professions are too
- -full: learn them to work, and they can
shake their fists at grim Want any day.
E. P. II.
The Shot Gun PoUvy.
The followiuff from theT Hillsboro Re
corder, goes directly
to the mark and
every shot tells :
"Thd National Jienublican, rad, very
much fears the negro race will go down
under the "shot gun policy" of the South.
We are half inclined to agree with the
Itenubliran. We met a day or two ago
half 11 dozen stout negro men, each one
mounting a shot gun, and all bound- into
the woods to kill time, or squirrels or
something else ; nnd we meet some every
day. Every negro man in the South owns
a shot ifun ; and that shot gun is killing
them otF iui fast as idleness produces want
disease, and discasJ death." This is the
way the negro is going, but it is by the
shot gun in his own hands."
Ex-Governor .FinchbaeS, of Louisiana,
lias addressed au open letter 4o Governor
Xicholl roRifrniiirf -hi nlace Tis United
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States Senator from that State.
The citizens of Lincoluton are paying
by subscription for having the river drag
ged for the body of Mr. jjllarrisoir.Grice,
who was drowned 011 the !iJiid ult.
NORAH'S NP.OT VP a ry
earu, ano ait tie world seemed to hiv
forcrotten care. nnA falr v.i.m
forgotten care, and taken a holiday. But
Mng m at the, brilliantly lighted
window pt ift confectioner, stood a littte
'girl, her face blue withhold and huneer
eyes wistfulnd'pathetfc. - She had
n a "S"t calico dress, shoes that were
to large for her, and a strange kind of
garmeni uau snawi, half clolh-so worn
and patched that one eonld not tell its
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- onSnl or color. 1 Her age was not
over nine or ten, yet she seemed more
like a little old woniAn than a child,
There was an air of wisdom in the way
1,e .taracd ber had' and ?nnkled P her
reiicaU, and pressed ner ltps together,
as she gazed at the confectioner's candies
and cakes, if she thought them all very
Pretty, but at the ime time very unsub
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tantial. Once or twice the child-nature
showed itself in her yes, but wai
quickb followed by an expression of
gravity ad sorrow, touching in one so
Finally she turned away with a sigh,
and at that instant the confectioner's door
opened, and a lady, richly dressed, came
ouc. aomerning in tne ciuld's lace or
looks attracted her attention. She stop
ped, drew the shivering little figure to
ward the light, and scanned its curiously.
"What is your name, dearf she asked,
"Norah," was the answer, given in a
low voice, and with a look of wonder at
"Norah !" echoed the lady, turning pale.
"Norah Brady, ma'am."
"ObV-and an expression, partly of re
lief, partly of disappointment, swept over
the listener's -face. Then she slipped
some money into the child's hand, and
whispered : "Spend it as you please, dear.
It is a New Year's gift."
Norah's cheeks flushed and she drew
back a little proudly.
"l ean not take it, ma'am," she answer
ed, in even, steady tones. "Pappa would
be angry if I did." -
"Angry that you aceept a gift t Why
"Because we are poor, and when people
give us things, he says it'sout of charity,"
But is that any reason for refusing
"Yes, for papa and I are independent,
and had rather earn our own money."
The little figure straightened itself with
an air of dignity almost womanly.
"You are a strange child," was the re
ply, and the lady looked interested and
amused. "Tell me where you live T
The street and number were named,
and then Norah raised her honest blue
eves and said softly: "Please don't think
me 'ungrateful, ma'am." You are very
kind indeed. Only, that papa has seen
better days, and it hurts him now to-be
noor. or I mitrht. perhaps, keep it." And
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she handeiTback the money with a wist
ful little glance that spoke volumes.
"Have you a mother, dear 7" question
ed the other.
The blue eyes filled with tears. "No,
ma'am." sho answered, in a quivering
voice "Mamma died three years ago."
Whr was it that a throb of pain stirred
the listener's heart at these words? What
wis Norih's mother to her? She felt
drawn toward the child, she hardly knew
whv -drawnrtoo, toward the dead mother,
oini the stranjre. proud father. Norah's
Dt-ftD Xnrah' name, were like those of a
sister she had lost by a separation al
most worse than death. She had never
forgotten it, and to-night the memory of
that olden time softened her heart, and
fmade her pitiful toward the grief of others
But all this while her carriage stood waifr
ing, with a white-haired old gentleman
inside, and the coachman impatiently,
stamping his feet.
"I must leave you," she whispered to
Norah at last, longing to clasp the little
figure to her breast. "I shall come noj did you not mention all this 111 your let
see you soon, may I not ?" Then, seeing ters the vile plot, the stolen money !"
the child hesitated to reply, she added: "Yes, and more too. I told of my deso
Are you afraid papa will object! Tell , late condition in New York, alone and
him charity has nothing to do with it, but friendless, for as soon as we landed I tied
it is for my own sake, aud because you
remiud me of some one I loved years ago,
that I wish to come." .
Norah was a hospitable little soul, aud
the beautiful lady had completely won
her heart." Papa will be glad to see you,"
she said, simply "and, I too."
"Thank you, dear." Then moved by a
sudden impulse, the lady stooped down
and kissed hen The coachman, looking
on, rubbed his eyes, and thought that per
haps Norah was some princess in disguise.
And so she was, aud by a right more roy
al than that of blood or money.
"What child was that V ' questioned
the white-haired old gentleman, as the
lady took her seat in the carriage and
bade the coachmandrive on. "Some beg
gar with a tale of distress that touched
your sympathy ?" He looked at her foud
ly; and in a manner that showed she was
ther"oue woman of the world" to him.
Not a beggar," and the lady smiled and
told how Norah had refused the money.
"But ther child interested me strangely.
She has eyes like those of the little Norali
I left in Ireland, and for a minute I had a
faint hope that my search was at last
ended.' - But her father's name is Brady."
"And youra iras O'Connell," said the
gentleman. "And it was not here,-but to
France, that he migrated."
"I know," and a touch of impatience
came into her voice. "It was but for a
minute, as I said. ! Afterward I under
stood how impossible it was." She sighed
bitterly ,s and went on "I wonder if this
is to be the punishment for my sin and
follythat I am, never to know, the fate
of those I deserted." ; f -a
"That girlish sin and folly, as you call
it, dear wifev has been expiated long
since," was the answer. "Let ' the past
bury iUjdead. . pp not make yurself mis-
rTl!1 W v!rinf nlVia oaTinQ
"I am not unhappy," ' she sid softly.
"Why should I bet Every wish is grati
fied save one that of reconciliation with
my parents, and perhaps it is right this
should be denied me."
"Has it ever occurred to you that they
may be deadt" asked the gentleman,
looking at her compassionately.
"Many times," she answered. "But I
cannot make myself believe it. Something
seems to tell me they are living and in
"Qh, that is because the agent we sent
over to Ireland told us your father had
lost his property. You would naturally
think of him as poor after that."
" Yes, and when pride is joined to pov
erty, the struggle is the Itarder. Father
was a strange man ; stern, and hauty and
obstinate, but under the harsh exterior
hid one of the warmest hearts that ever
beat. I can understand why he left Ire
land so suddenly, and cover up all traces of
his flight, lest those who had known him in
prosperity should witness his humilation.
He could not have borne that ; it would
have been the added drop of bitterness
that would have choked him. But moth
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was uie oniy living person wnoKnew now
to manage him. Every one else was sure
to see the worst side of his nature."
"Ah, yes ! you have told me of her be
fore. But I cannot understand, Kate,
why she never answered your letters.
Yoiv were but seventeen when you eloped
with that villian a mere child and
surely she might have given you some
words of help and comfort when your
heart was almost broken by his baseness.
True, he was your wedded husband, and
held vou by a bond strouger than that of
parents ; but their silence was cruel and
I cannot forgive them for it."
"You do not know how I have tried
their love. Mv father warned me against
the man. mv mother told me of his false-
hood and wickedness, and I deceived, be
trayed them both. Oh, I was guilty
of such base subterfuge, it seemed as if a
demon had entered into me, and I was no
longer my real self. Whatever they said
only increased my obstinacy and made
mo more infatuated with the object of
their censure. Besides, you must reniem-
, ir my father had reason to think I rob
bed biin in the night of my departure,
though the theft was committed without
my knowledge, aud by the wretch into
whose hands I had trusted my honor aud
happiness. That I could have been so
blinded to his real character seems im
possible now ; but he had a winning,
plausible manner, and I was vain and
foolish, fond of flattery aud admiration."
"You fled to America at once, did you
, not, and wrote home from there T"
"Yes. My husband's villainy was first
' revealed to me on board of the ship that
j took us over. I accidently came across
'the money he had stolen from my lather,
hind recognized the purse that held it as
1 one I had knitted myself. I nsked for
an explanation, and he gave it boldly,
gloating-over the idea of what he called
a just and righteoous vengeance, instead
; of the hateful crime it seemed to me. It
was there I found out there had been a feud
of loug standing between him and un
father, and that it was for this he had
married me, and thus struck his enemy to
."Though the villaiu is dead, it makes
my blood boil to think of him, Kate. Hut
from the wretch whom the law had made
my husband. He followed me, persecut
ed me, prevented my obtaining any re
spectable employment ; and oh ! the ter
rible life that I led those two years that
he lived. It is dreadful to say it, but his
death was actually a relief."
"And they neverauswered your letters!"
said her husband indignantly. "I cannot
u n derstau dsuch vi n dicti veness."
"The first one was returned unopened,"
she answered ; "of the others I never had
auy tidings. But I am sure they would
have forgiven me had they known it all.
It uiay be the letters were iutercepted.
The suspicion has occurred to me lately
that they fell into my husband's hands,
and that he re-mailed and stamped that
-flrst one to deceive me and prevent my
"Don't call that man your husband,
Kate. It makes me shiver. He was capa
ble of anything, and I have no doubt
your suspicion was correct. But surely
you wrote after his death!'?,
"I did not! she replied J "I was so
utterly heart-broken, by hlitliat had oc
curred, as to , believe myself . an .outcast
from love and v kindness forever more.
ya know .what I j suffered .and how I
weat from place to place, vvainly seeking
employment. ; . The ; stage was the- only
means of livelihood that offered : itself.
Ah ! can I ever forget from . what a life
you rescued me, the humble ballet-girl T"
"But remember you said; It was from
love, not gratitude, that . you became my
wife. For i am old enough to be. your
father, Kate, : and ha 1 you refused me
what I craved, would, have adopted jou
as my daughter." ; j
"01dii?yeais,butypiliig;in heart," she
answered. -"If my! first marriage was
a wretched mistake, my second is indeed
Ibjelt. and crowned with ' Bich happiness
as 1 never nopea to enjoy."
The carriage had reached the suburbs I
of the city by this time, and now stopped
before a large house with an old-fashion-
ed, hospitable aspect very inviting. J
"Home at last!" said the geitleman,
jumping out as nimbly as if he had been
younger. "Come, Kate."
She followed, and leaning on his arm
went up the steps and into the house.
No further allusion was raad by either
biuc hi uits Buujeci, 01 meir conversation 1
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during the drive. 15ut the thoughts of one
kept coutinually recurring t the child
she had seen in front of the corfectioner's;
and when Kate Hillard closed her eyes in
sleep that night, it was with the firm re-
solve to see Norah's father cany next day,
and find out who he was and whence he
came, for Norah's words, Nonh's looks,
seemed like an echo from th past, and
had in them something of the spirit sho
remenibercd. 1 I
Norah's thoughts were as fill of her as
hers of Norah. "Such a levely lady !"
mused the child, as sho hurrfcdhome.
"I don't think papa would have minded
my taking the money, if he could have
, heard all she said, and seen exactly how
it is Aew lears Eve, and
what if she were not a real lady, but just
some fairy going about doing good. I
saw a nice old gentleman inside her car-
riage, though, ami a live coachman on top.
I guess she's flesh and bipod like the rest,
only kinder and more thoughtful."
It was towards a wretched quarter of
the city that Norah bent her steps, and
the tenament where she stopped was old
and dilapidated and crowded with human
beings. She ascended the stars aud found
; her way to a room dimly-lighted by a tallow
candle. The door stood open and she
entered soitly. 1 lien shading her eyes
with her hand, she looked around. There
was a bed in one corner, and upon that
1 lay u ln!ln asleep
"Poor papa," she thought ; he is tired
out. The doctor says he ought not to
work, but he will, and I can't help it. I
' almost wish 1 had taken the money. It
would have bought a chicken and I could
have made him some broth to-morrow.
But he wouldn't have eaten it if he knew
how I got it-'.- Oh, dear! it is so hard to
be poor and have a sick father."
She bustled about a little, setting the
room to rights, and tried to look cheerful,
though she was down-hearted. But the
tears came in spite f her when she went
to the cupboard and looked in to see what
there was for breakfast. Only a few dry
crusts and a small piece of bacon. . If it
had not been New Year's eve their poverty
would not have seemed so bitter. She
had gone hungry before and never com-
! plained, but now, looking at her pale,
worn father, and ipmemberiug the sad
Christmas they Imd spent, heart rebelled,
aud she almost doubted the goodness of
bod, who let poor people suner tnus.
Then her mother's sweet face rose up be-
fore her as if in reproach, and she folded
her hands together and breathed a prayer
for help and comfort. Poor Norah ! a
child in years, but weighed down with a
j woman's cares, old in trouble and the
wisdom born of it. It was well that she
had early learned where to look for guid-
ance when sore and distressed aud buf
feted by the world.
Her father did not awake, and sh
finally took up the bit of candle and re
tired to an inner room hardly larger than
a closet. Its only furniture was a little
cot-bed. Into that she crept after un
dressing herself, and soon fell asleep. She
dreamed of an engel with the face of the
Iteautiful'lady who, in some magical way
had been changed into a fairy, all spang-
les and lace.
The sun was nearly an hour high when
she awoke the next morning, though her
room was still dark, for it had butouelittle
window high up thatopened on a brick
wall. But she rubbed her eyes and look
ed arouud as 'if bewildei-ed, for surely
some one beut over her, and whispered,
spftly, "Little sister! Little sister!"
She sat up in bed, and she felt two arms
clasp her close, and warm kisses rain
down on brow and lips and cheeks. She
was not afraid, only wondered what it
all meant aud whether she was really in
own little room, or in fairyland, or in
"Dress quickly, dear," said the voice
she had heard first. "There is a gentle-
man waiting for you."
The voice was that of the beautiful lady
aud so was the form that she recognized
by the dim light. Half believing it a
dream still Norah slipped on her clothes,
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and with her hand clasped in that of her
companion, opened the door of the other
room.; Then she saw the white-haired
old gentleman she remembered so well,
and her father talking cosily together;
and if she had been puzzled and bewild
ed before she was even more so now.
VCome here, daughter," said Mr.
O'Grady, or0'ConneU,as he was called
thereafter. MThe New Year lias brought
you a sister."
"What do you mean, papaT" Norah
"Tell her Kate," whispered the white
Mr. O'Connell had heard the story be
fore, but he listened again as the sweet
voice trembled in its narration, and once
wiped a tear furtively from her eyes.
."Mv Sister! Mv wni nxevi ' Kiatort"
cried Norah. joyfully, clasninir Kate close,
Then in'jtlosliolce she added," "The last
word mamma spoke was youTname5-
At this tears came into the eyes of both,
and Mr. Hulard, seeing them, rose hasti
ly and said, "Come, come, Kate, it is time
we were going. Your father is ready,
aud so is Norah. You can talk all you
W'aut to afterward."
Mr. 0 Connell's reluctance to aecepthis
daughter's hospitality was finally over-
come and he consented that Norah and him-
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sen snouia maice part or her household,
His pride was great, and had led him to J
assume a false name, and almost make a
martyr of Norah, but he bad begun to
have faint perception that a great deal of
error and selfishness were mancled with
it, and was ready to make amends.
He soon afterward recovered his health,
and through Mr. Hillard'sinstrumentalitv
obtained employment at once lucrative
and honorable, so that he was enabled to
sunnort both himself aud Norah inripnon-
Norah grow more like a child, and less
like a woman, under the new inflenceabv
which she Was surrounded. But she was
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none the less true and honest, and her
sister ircjoiced to see the signs of eare fade
out of the young face that had once been
so sadly mature.
Uni neither Norah, nor Kate, nor Mr.
O'Connell ever forgot the day that usher
ed in their new-found happiness, and to
them the New Year brings greater joy
than any other holiday.
A MAN WHO SAW A MULE DIE.
Ain't it a curious thins that nobodv
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ever sees a mule die!77 remarked an old
teamster in Gumbert & Webber's saloon,
vNo man living ever saw a mule die, I
Thus remarked Mr. 'Tiiini!. licrhfintr
a fresh cii;ar : "In 1850 I was minins on
the South Fork of the Yuba. nn,i it.
my turn to cook for mv gang. We took
turns each week, you know. Well. I was
going to show how economical I could run
the commissary. I went and boujrht a
peck of dried apples ; they were all stuck
together in a lump, but I got 'em jam
med into a pot, poured in some water
and started the fire. Presently a few of
'em began to rise up to the top of the pot,
and so I skimmed 'em off and put 'em in
a pan. Pretty soon some more bulged up,
and I skimmed them off and put 'em in a
n, !.: t i, ' w t
a i&iov tiumj m. x iicui
skimmed that blasted pot a while, I had
to get another pan and then another, and
by the time I got four pans heaped up,
dang my skin if there wasn't more apples
in the pans than there was in the pot.
That is I thought so at the time. I kept
getting more pans and buckets, and lard
cans, and all the time plumb frightened
death for fear some of the boys would
come in and see how extravagant I was,
for j had l)eeu biowin how cheap t
rnu the mess. The blasted apples still
kept eomin' out ot tne pot. l put some
paiers on the fbor and covered 'em with
fruit, and by Jove, the place looked like
a Santa Clara fruit dryingestablishment,
and the pot was still bilin' full.'
'What has that got to do with a mule
Wait a minute. I'm comin' to the
mule. Finally I irot desperate aud dump-
ed over twelve bushels of the apples back
of the cabin, behind a tree. In about an
hour I heard a devil of a noise, and ran
out. What do you suppose I found?
Why, a four hundred dollar mule kicking
in the agonies of death. The apples were
all gone; the mule nearly so. He was
swelled up like a balloon, and the first
I thing I knew he busted. Pledge my word,
gentlemen, he exploded like a giaut pow-
der blast, and orougnt tne wnole camp to
J the place. I kept still ; they conld not
find the mule, aud it cost 'em $10 to ad
vertise a reward for him iu the Sacramen
to Union. About two weeks afterwards
they caught a couple of Greasers hauging
round, and they put it up that they stole
the mule, so the' hung 'em. I was there,
but I did not say a word for fear the boys
would find out how extravagant I had ruu
the commissary. Let's have something.'
I The Holston Annual Methodist Cos-
I fkkence adopted a petition to the Gen-
I eral Conference of the Methodist Episcopal
I Church South, which meets next May, ask-
ing that the name of the Church be changed
to "Episcopal Methodist Church." It is prob-
able that the General Conference will also
be asked to invite the Northern Methodist
Church to withdraw from the South, not-
I withstanding the settlement lately made by
commissions of the two boies'
EEV. J. 1 MILLER'S LECTUBE.
We find in the Shephcrdslown Reg
ister the following abstract, whiclTwe
commend to the attention of the young.
A morbid sensitiveness sometimes pre
vents the truth from being spoken.
We are pleased to see such men as
Revs. Miller and Fry striking such
successful blows at some of the secret
crimes of the day. H.
At a meeting of the Young Men's
Christian Association of Staunton, Va.,
on Tuesday night of last week, Rev.
J. I. Miller, principal of the Staunton
Female Seminary, delivered an address
upon the subject of "Integrity," from
which we extract the following plain
and wholesome truths, and we. hope
that every young. lady who reads this
"Another foe to integrity is the low
estimate placed upon purity of princi
ple and of life in the young, and es
pecially the young men. There are
those who not only countenance the
idea, but will contend that we ought
not to expect that the young men will
fail to 'sow their wild oats,' and that
one species of this oats is the departure
irem tne patn 01 purity, xes, tnere
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are men mature in life, men who, from
their general character, fatuity connec
tious, standing in society and even the
Church, we ought to expect better
things of, are not slow to give currency
to tpe most degrading, most demorahz-
mg declaration that all young men
.are guilty of this form of immoralitv
A. declaration which the speaker, with
all the earnestness ot his nature, pro-
nounced an infamous slander. And
yet this opinion has found such generaty
currency that young ladies have come
to the conclusion that if they were to
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wan 1111 tne nana 01 anion 01 pure
principle and Jite was ottered them,
tnev wou,d nofc be blessed with a lite
If this werejrue, said the speaker,
I would say to you with all the inten
sity of my nature, live and die unbles
sed with the love and companionship
of a husband, rather than wed moral
and often physical loathsomeness.
And here I must be indulged with a
remark or two strictly germain to the
subject, but which from false notions
of delicacy are too often suppressed.
Ti iL:.. tm U T 1 l, 1 K.
At " u,,s: luuug" lue
respect and confidence in the integrity,
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tne virture ot woman as a class, yet 11
has otten been a matter 01 inexplicable
mystery to me tbat young girls 01 un-
ii- 1 . ji 1 ii
sullied purity uiemseives win coun-
tenance, yea, encourage the attentions,
welcome to their parlors and tables
vounF men whom they can but know
are debauchees. My advice to every
lady is, shun such characters as vou
would shun the infected district ot
the plague or association with the
leper. Give them to understand, in no
unmistakable way, that you will shun
Uiem as ihey would ehun and despise you,
quillu of a like sin. Nothing does
more to break down the integrity ot
our young men in this fearful phase
of it, than the encouragement given
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uy umerwioe gouu jjwjjic wi wiuum-
nity to the notion that such deviation
from virtue's path must be expected
in them ; and worse, that young ladies,
pure as the virgin snow in lite and
character, will knowingly smile on
and encourage the attentions of such.
Had I a daughter, 1 would a thousand
times rather see her arrayed in the
drapery of death than that she should
be united in the tendercst, dearest ot
human tiis to such a beastialised spec
imen of humanity. From my heart
of hearts I pity the 3'oung bnd
whose snowy attire in which she is
led to the altar is strikingly signih
cant of the .purity of her heart, but
who stands there to be joined to one
whose low views and base practices
more truly fits him for the compan
ionship only of a very diflerent class
of characters. A man with such
views and life can never be fitted for
the high and ennobling companion
ship of an intelligent, refined, virtu
ous loving woman, lint while a deep,
ardent sympathy for the noble daugh-
ters 0f our an(j tempts me to linger
on a Dhase of mv topic so intimately
connected with their dearest interests
for tjme noi t0 highest hopes for
eternity, duty to ray audience requires
Rev. J. B. Anthony, of Mt. Pleas
ant, N. C, has accepted a call to the
Giles charge, and will entei on his
duties at once. His address wil',
therefore, be Newport, Giles Co., Va.
Rev. Anthony's ministrations in oth
er places has been blessed with good
results. He is a close sudenty and
makes faithful use of the catechism iu
preparing the young for church mem
bership. The neglect of catechisati on
in this Synod for so long a time has
rendered the efforts in this direction,
made during the last few years, a dif
ficult and slow work. May the bless
ing of God rest on Bro.Autlionv's
labors. O. C. Paper.
Acstriax Catholicism. -The Independ
ent says: "The Old Catholics of Austria
have just been granted legal recognition by
the minister of education and worship1.
riiey made application for recognitibh sev
eral ycara ago ; but the government refused
to accede to the request unless thev would H
acknowledge themselves as secedcra from w
the Koman Cathobc Church an admission
which they were, of course, loth to make,
but which they have, finally made.'ana their
congregations, which are more nutdeBous, r
than one would expect, have been placed on
an independent footing." The German eor
respondent of the London Guardian : sayn
"In the northern corner of Bohemia, at and
about Warnsdorf, there is a; very compact
body of 25,000 Old Catholics; Ttenna' and 1
its dependencies number another 7000 j 'and
at Ried and Stcier, on the Bavarian border,
8000 more. In Vienna the Salvator dmrch r
has been given for their use. Very lately
two Austrian priests have'iumed their backs
on tneir homel3otifc!t
vainonca at lireslau; and 'the other, cs .
thetlral preacher at Linz, has gotmarried ia
Breslau. But of priests at work in Austria
in the Old Catholic cause there cannot, be
more than half a dozen."
"The Star ix the East." A correspon
dent of the Philadelphia Inquirer corrects a
common mistake in regard to "The Star in
the EAst," and the usual manner of Christ
mas decorations itrour homes. He says :
Owing to bad punctuation in the sacred
text, the Magij or Wise Men, who are also
described as the "Wise Men of .the 'East,"
are msde ft say "For we have seen His star
in the East whereas, it should read, "For
we in the East have seen His star." The
star was seen in their west They journeyed
westward toward Judea from their eastern
climes. Moreover the word translated
"star"' is a misnomer; it really means a
meteor, or bright, luminous object "pillar
of fire." One tradition speaks of it a a gi
gantic "cross of fire." The latter symbol
has been sometimes adopted in our churches,
and is not only appropriate, but symbolical.
t may be placed either in the eastern or
western portion of the church, but' no star
should be tolerated.
ALBEMARLE AND CHESAPEAKE
Donn Piatt in a recent letter to the Cin
cinnati Enquirer says the Huron disaster
las developed the fact heretofore unknown
to the country, and of course neglected by
the Government, tliirt from Chesapeake
Bay to the south end of Pamlico Sound
there is an inland sea and river navica
tioa now open to vessels of not over five
hundred tons, by which all the dangers of
Cape Hatteras can be avoided. An ex
penditure of a hundred thousand dollars
on the part of the Government in dredg
ing a few channels would open this route
to vessels of the heavier tonage. And
following the line of rivers and sounds
connecting with them the Gulf of Mexico
can be reachedT -The advantages to be
gained are great iu the way ef trade, but"
the important fact is that with this im
provement a long line of dangerous coast
could be guarded by iron-clads that are
found not to be seaworthy torpedoes, aad
the safe cheap transportation of troops,
provisions, and materials of war provided
aud so escape the heavy expenditure of
costly fortifications for which we, have no
guns, and a navy for which wo have no
money, nor,Ht appears, brain or honesty
We sincerely hope that the attention of
Congress as well as "the country" will be
attracted to this-development, and that
measures will be inaugurated to take ad
vantage of the facilities offered the Fede-
Hal Government for inland navigation in
Eastern Carolina, They-are unquestion
ably of national importance as will some
day be fonud out. Iial. Observer. "
A WICKED HOAX.
A fun loving Brooklyn man removed
the setting from his big gold ring the oth
er day, leaving a inarkedraud decided va?
cancy. He gets on a street car. holds his
hand so that the ring must be seen, and
pretty soon a mau bends forward and re
"Excuse me, sirj but you have lost the
setting from your ring."
"Sol have," replied the owner, as lie
looks around on theTtloor." :
Every passeuger began te peer around
and the man who made the discovery
finally asks. i
"Was it a valuable; set ?" J
"It was a thousand dollar diamond," is
the calm reply.
There is another move on the part of
the passengers. Some look along the
seat, some under it, aud some' make a
dive for pearl buttons, aud 'other small
"When did you miss it f asked the first
man as the search weakened a little.
"A year and a half aero, when I was at-
tending camp-meeting in Illinois !" is the
Then every- passenger straightens up,
cverj' eye looks into vacancy, and not the
faintest smile can be seen on any face. A
person boarding the car just then would
wonder what great man iu the city had
1 jst rtie. "ud if t,,e lni
i were 011
their way to-take a sad farwell look at
Materials are being collected for a biog
raphy of Bishop Jno, by hi daughter.