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at u- - I," . ... s, The Friend of Temperance. FA1HLY CX&CLIL "Uefcta Ccae'gcne 2To Ho.' r The following little poem, which is considered by all who hate read it a masterpiece, is from the pen of Mrs. F. G. De Fontaine, of Charles ton, S. C, and will touch a lender chord in every breast. It is partic ularly appropriate at this season: v Tm been.waiting long for de good ole time, . Dat'll nebber .come no mo, . "When I used to work and rock an eing, In de little cabin' do'. My Sam was dar wid Lis fiddle Po' Sam he's gone--done dead ; de want ob food an' clothes. ter ober An' little Mose. well, he's dead, too ; -How he used to dance an' sing ! While Jinxand Polly, an' all de res', Went roun and roun' de ring. Old missis-bless iher dear ole soul Would laff till her sides gib way, An massed stop at my cabin jest To s,iy, " How's ole mammy to-day V De boys I mean ole massa's boys - Dey lnbbed ole mammy, tob, Who nnssed 'em eb'ry blessed one, ? Clean d6wn to little mas' Loo. ; Po' Masso Loo ! He went to fight, . But he nebber come back no mo'; In iron t of de battle roar.; .... .. ,- - ,, ..v. y . - y ., K , He put his arms arouu'' my neck -An' say : " Mammy, I love you so !" He didn't f ee no harm in dut, Do his mammy was black an' po'. Ole miss is died wid a broken heart When de lass of de boys was killed, An' masRa bowed his head an' cried ; Dat his cup-ob sorrow was filled. An' here I've sot a waitjp' an' a waitin Fit de good time comin'. no mo', .An VI see ole missus a Tallin' mammy . ' Across from deuddi rsho'. . A Touchinar Incident. A lady in the street met a little girl between two and three years old. evidently lost, and crying bit terly. The lady took the baby's hand and asked where she was going- '; "Down town, to find my papa, ' was the sobbing reply. "What is your papa's name ?" asked the lady. "His name is papa." " But what is his other name? What does your mamma call him?" 'She calls him papa," persisted the little creature. The lady then tried to - lead her along, saying, " You had better come with me. I guess you came from this way." I ." - " Yes ; but I don't want to go back.! I want-to find my papa," re plied the little girl, crying afresb as if her heart would break. " "What do you wanf of 'your 'pa pa?" "asked theflady." "I want to kiss him." - . Just at this time a sister of the child, who had been searching for her came along and took possession of the little runaway. ' From inqui ry, it appeared that the little one's papa, whom shfr'Was so earnestly khigTiad recently died, and she, tired of waiting, for him to ' come home, had gone out to find him. --! V-. . i- , - '.-- . " -.- - ' . Scoldingr. '" An , Astonished Editor. An exchange says : " We find up on our table one of the newest of pictures. It is beautiful in design, small, but showing great artistic skill in its make up. The prevail ing colors are green ardc black, the two blending so harmoniously that the effect is pleasing in the highest degree. We shall not, , of course, presume to give an exact descrip tion of this picture, but some of the characters look so noble, so strik ing, that we cannot refrain from de scribing them. The head-center, or rather the. hero of the picture,' holds in his left hand a banner, m his right1 hand a sword ; his hat is thrown on the ground, his head is thrown bank, his left foot extended . and, taken altogether, his appear ance is that of one challenging an other to mortal combat, waiting-fen the other fellow; to knock off the chip. His eyes are cant upward, resting on- the word fi Hello I what's this? Great snakes! if it for some new kind of a chromo that feelings : but we, are , apt to JberJ;nXh ad-QoWiix tLot-ail.- - ButWo soo mu uiub inn scojumti never mai now it is either onr cHvM has hnen robbing a. bank or some delinquent subscriber ""has' been conscience striclen." " ! With some, scolding is chronic. Life is ono; long fret. The flesh is feverish, , the nerves . unstrung, tlie spirit perturbed and in a state of unrest. The physical condition and the material surroundings may have a strong tendency, to disturb , our equanimity and to . exasperate our as- anybody good, and withal gros to be very uncomfortable to the party wlio indulges in it. I Inappropriate to anybody, scold ing appears most hateful in parents and ministers. Set to be dispensers of kindness and love to those with whom they are more especially sociated, it is horrible to see distilled instead of charity that bles ses both parties. Scolding turns a household into a pandemonium, and a church into an inquisition. Bear in mind that kindness and gentle speech ai e a great deal easier" to practice than their opposites. Why practice the worse thing when hard er? Arrest yourself in the indulg ence of this bad habit right here. Begin now, and put yourself under bonds to be good natured. Zton Herald. j Good, kind, holy words dropped m conversation, may be little thought of, but they are liko seeds of flowers or fruitful trees falling by the way side, borne by some bird afar, hap pily thereafter to fringe with Jjeauty some barren mountain, or to make glad some lone wilderness. Eolsert Sail on Ecrc3nmont. A-brother preacher, who happen ed, to be. lodging with the'Bev. Bob eft Hall, whispered to liim that ' he was in the habit of. taking a little refreshment after preaching. The refreshment called, for was a gl iss of brandy and water. " You cannot i ? i i jii . ... nave it uy in at name my clear sir! replied Mr. Hall. " Call,it by its proper name, and you shall have it." "And pray, what is that?" "Not rereshinent, but liquid poison, and distil hI dn.m.rtnt.ifYn P wna flirt mtrfiil answer. Watchword. O happy people which sleep in Jesus! They perhaps gd to their rest ures, but they wake up in beauty and glory. The shrivelled seed so des titute of form or comeliness, arises r rt 4- k-v X. A A3 xne winter oi tne grave gives way to the spring of redemption and to the saramer of glory. Spurgeon.
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