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"Wej cannot find spaqe to print the kind
vord4 we receive, though we find enough
for the following, ' which : comes from
''.Chicago, 'HI., ) to show how, our light
shine out there : r ' ;
Jt shines for all both day and night, with
bright refulgent ray, - -
It beams broad,' spread o'er all the . earth,
in radiance clear as day.
In all the sparkling, lustre of its glory
r and its pride, - '
Oh ! may the Torch-Light of the South
- its beams spread far and wide !
'As glows the light of early morn, in fair
V Aurora's gleams ; .
And 'high ascending mounts the dome
with wide increasing beams, :
So has the Torch-Light grown in flame
until it pierces far ; ,
The gloom ot night irradiates, like some
ethereal star. " ,
In marvelous and truthf id rays,iii stories
long and good, ! .
Within the field of poesy, the TORCH
" ' .. Light long has stood ;
The choicest gfns's of humor's vnt, the
" fairest pearls of thought,
IJedeek the columns of each page, so
rich with legends fraught.
Oh ! Torch-Light bright and gleaming
o'er within they scope so broad,
Hay some blest thought sink- deep aiftl
lead a human sold to God ;
If in thy mission pure .ak now, thy course
, thou.dost pursue
Thy 'Torch-Light" gleams wi
ill giude us
to the Beautiful and True.
' ; ; - For the Torch-Liglit.
A Visit to Mount Vernon, Va.
So much lias been written, 'by
Titters far more able than myself,
of this! hallowed spotthat perhaps
the public mind has become sur
feited with articles upon this sub
iect ; yet I look back with emo
tions of pleasure to the few hours
'spent in its sacred precincts, but
can give oi dy an inadequate de
scription of that memorable visit.
On . a 1 beautiful sunny day of
"Winter we stepped on board the
boat, which would convey us to
the home of the great and good
"Washington. Mount Vernon was
named, by his older aiid half broth
er, Lawrence Washington, in hon
or of Admiral Vernon, an English
officer under whom he once served.
It is situated on the Virginia side
of the Potomac, eight miles below
Alexandria ; and we reached it
after about an hour's enjoyment
of the beautiful scenery -on each
bank of the rher.
A graveled walk leads up from
the wharf to the house, passing
'round by the tomb, which is in a
retired and beautiful nook, at the
head of a little ravine, and is a
simple brick structure with a bar
red iron gate, over which is in
scribed on a marble tablet the
words, "I am the resurrection and
the life.'- What could be' more
simple ; yet' what more touchingly
beautiful ! We approached, and
feel ourselves on enchanted ground.
"We look with reverence between
the bars and see two sarcophagi,
one of which, in simple letters, we
see "Ge6rge"Washinqton,m on the
nhor "fARTHA WASniNQTok"r
Hats are lifted and all are silent,
as if they telt - the awe oi: v asn
i'ncrtnn'R nresence. We had never
fully realized that there had ex
isted such a man, till noir, wnen
it rushes pn -us with all its force
and truth. . !
Variety is
OXFORD, IK O.,
Reluctantly leaving this spot,
sacred to every true, American,
we pass the old tomb, nearly over
grown with weeds, and the stable
yard, and approached the mansion
from the south end. .-;"'' It is an im
posing building with its lofty East
piazza,- under which "Washington
was accustomed . to walk to and
fro with military precision and
regularity, night and morning ;
ancj. with its cupola, from which a
splendid view can be obtained up
and down the river; "We first
enter the library, in the south end
of the building and then the room
above in wiich he breathed his
last. Here .again we felt the al
most overwhelming influence of
his - presence. We then climbed
to the cupola and descend into the
broad and spacious hall, where we
see the key of the Bastile, sent to
Washington from France, when
that prison was destroyed. We
remained awhile in the East par
lor; built by W-tshington for re
ceiving j his friends and political
visitors. All the rooms are large,
biit this is the largest j and most
elegantly finished and the only one
furnished. It contains the famous
Italian mantle-piece, ! a n d the
harpsi-chord presented by Wash
ington to jS elly Custis, over which,
no doubt, she has passed many a
tiresome hour, practicing.
1 jitter visiting tne garuen, we
roamed about the grounds, and
muse of the past, of Washington,
who, no doubt, had stood on this
very spotwhen the whistle of
the boat cuts short our meditations
and we hurry off, filled with re
gret at leaving this nople place.
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THBSTJiIHSE 13 WASTHTS.
. Wlien the summer of youth is
slowly wasting away in the night-
tall oi age, and the past becomes
deeper and deeper, and lite wears
to its close, it is , pleasant to look
through the vista ot time upon the
sorrows and the felicities of our
earlier vears. If we have a home
to shelter, and hearts to., rejoice
with us, and friends have been
gathered together around our fire
side, the rough places of wayfaring
will -have been worn and smoothed.
awav in the twilight of life, while
many dark spots we have passed
through will grow brighter and
more beautiful. Happy indeed
are those whose intercourse with
the : world has not changed the
tone of their holier feelings, or
broken those musical chords of
the heart whose vibrations are so
melodious, sb tender and so touch
ing in the evening of life.
Josh Billings says : "I will state
for the information of those who
haven't had a chance to lay in sek-
rit wisdom az freely az I have,
that one sin ele hornet who feels
well can break up a whole camp-
rheeing. . .. f
'Where are you going so fast,
Mr. Smith ?' demanded Mr Jones;
'Home,' sir, home; don't detain me
I have just bought my wife a new
bonnet, and I must deliver it be-
fore the fashion changes.
Heaven will be one everlasting
Christmas joy! How sweet will be
its songs. .
the Spice of Life, that Giyes it all its
TUESDAY - MOJINTNG, MAJtCH 3, 1874. . .
. v TWO, ZINDS OF PEOPLE. ' - j
I like cool people, I believe I am
cool. I know . when I Was blown
up on a steamboat I didn't hurry
a bit in coming down, land when
the coroner offered to bet ten dol-
ars that he'd sit on me in less than
an hour I took the bet. and the
money paid my hospital charges
tor. two weeks. '
But there's Clark. He'saneisrh-
bor of mine, and his excitable dis
position gives me no little annoy
ance. . When Greeley died he
came and jerked my dbor.bell off
and kicked the door atid. was un
hinging the gate when I put my
head out oi the chamber window.
"Come right down j here this
minute," he yelled, "Hurry ! for
Heaven's sake hurry- Horace
weeiey is ueaa i - nurryup v
I replied that ,1 couldn t help
Mr Greeley any, and that man
didn't speak to me for ;a straight
month. . : ! !
And there's Mrs. Cash. The
least bit of news makes her boil
over like new-beer. I The other
day she rushed into.my house,
leaving all .the doors open, fell
over a chair, knocked down a bust
of Abraham Lincoln and shouted :
"Oh ! have you heard the dread
ful, awful, awful news about Tom
Baily!"
I hadn't. :
"Just thinkrof it poor iTomi !
just imagine why, it i nearly lets
me wna i w nat u it naa nap
pened to my own husband !"
"What was it?" i I ,
"Why, he my soul J it makes
me iamt to tnmk oi itr ne sup
pose it wsis 'you, now-r-wrhy, he
uear me, a. am reauy to lami wny
he fell into the mill-pond, and
came home as wet as a rasr !"!
When he
heard of the failure of Jay Ccjoke
& Co., he ran thirteen blclcks,
rushed into ; the office!, flung; his
hat down and tried to hang his
coat on a knot-hole, in the door,
and yelled : . ! J j
"Have vou heard it'll rum the
Country oh ! goodness-U-havej you
dear me ! did you1 know sthat
Cooke & Co., had tailed ! awful-
awful!'" .
I heard it, and what .'of it ?
"Why, . man why,
deny hang
it ! why, its awful !"
i
I ret used to kick over the tables,
throw the chairs out of he vindow
or fling the stove down stairs and
he has owed me a grudge ever since.
On the other hand, there's! Gra
ham. Experience has warned him
that it is useless to get excited over
anything. I remember1 when his
mother-in-law was killed , down
town by a falling wall. I wab one
of the six who carried, her Home
on a shutter. Grahamj was sitting
oh the front steps, -wbitlingl an
as we came up and I broke the sad
news to him he remarked
"It's purry tuff, but then her shoes
will just fit Maria ! pL Quad.
The man who imagined himself
wise .because. he detected some ty
pographical errors in a newspaper,
has gone eastward to'get a perpen
dicular view of the rainbowi :
Josh Billings . says ?that "real
genuine lies are getting scacer and
scacer every, day."
Flavor.
SCENTITIC.
A teacher in a western town in
Canada, while making his first
visit to his constituents, came into
conversation with an ancient Ver
mount lady, who had taken up her
residence in the backwoods. . Of
course the school and" former
teachers came in for criticism, and
the old lady, speaking of his pre
decessor, asked: : J
" Wa'al, master, what do you
think he' larnt the scholars?"
s " Couldn't say, ma'am. Pray;
what did he teach ?" j
; Wa'al, he told 'em this ere airth
was round, and. wTent round, arid
all that sort o' thing. Kow, mas
ter what do you think about such
stuff? Don't you Jhinkhe was an
awful ignorant teller? '
Umvilling to come under the
category of the ignorant,' the
teacher .evasively remarked : .
"it really did seem strange ; out
there are many learned men who
cuuu nicest; tiiiug. . :; - ( . ' -"-
"Wa'al, if the airth goes round
what holds it up ?" , ! I .
. mi ' . i ji ; .
"xney say it goes arouna tne
sun and tnat . tne sun noias it up
by virtue of the law of attraction."
.The old lady lowered her spe cs,
and responded : :
"Wa al, it these high larnt men
-I ft Ml ll ! T
sez tne sun noias tne airtn up,
should like to know what holds it
up when the sun goes down?"
CUBE FOB LOVE.
Into a pint of water of oblivion
put of the essence of -resignation
two grains; of prudence and pa
tience each three grains; and of
sound judgment one drachm. Mix
u ' , .
well; and alter they have stood some
time, take otf the scum of ; for-
mer remembrances, and . sweeten
m
the mixture with syrup of hope J
V JL. A.
Pass it through the filter of com
mon sense, by the tunnel ot convic
tion, into the bottle ot firm resolu
tion, stopping it tightly with; the
cork of indifference, take a drachm
nisrht and morning, or. oftener if
the constitution will bear it, redu
cing the dose as the disease decreas
es.
"Sam," said a darkey to his ebo
ny brother, "how am it dat dis yaa
telegrai 'carries de news froo dem
wires?"
'Well, usesar, now you spose
dar am a big dog tree miles long."
i"Neber was such big dogs; don't
b'lieb dat!", , : -
"You iess wait minit, Pse only
illustratin', j you stupid nigger
Kow dis yaa dog. you see, jess put
his front.teets On de lioboken sho
an' he puts hi3 behind feets on de
JSew York sho'." . t , .
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"Kow s'pose you walk on dis yaa
uug urn m cv xui r.
"Yesser." " - v-..
V f'He'il bark, wont he V.
"Yesser.!'.- -
"Well, where will dat dog bark?"
, "In Hoboken, 1 calc'late.
'Dat am iess it? Yon walK on
de ddff's : tail in New York, and
he bark in Hoboken; and dat's de
way. telegrat works!"
"Yesser; dasso-dasso! you se nght,
to pe suah.;? .: - Gt -.
Song of the larks weoivon't go
till . '
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i . EENPECEED EUSBANDSi'.; . i ,
m take the ;respbnisiDilJbw-as'?i:-;
J enkiris said when he held out his
arms for the baby. ;j ;v r. y
"That's' a ."pretty go' eiid thb . .
husband when his beautif al wife)
ran away from him". ' , ' ' ' 1 "'"
' Husband, where.shall I ret tho ':i
icking for your new featlfer bedT
'Any place where you can get thei; . ,
tick,"! t ; '7 ; , r ;'f'ft ! ;
A Des Moines woman save herv
husband morphine to cure:;him of , l i
chewing tobacco. It cured Itim bir' u ,
she is doing herown fall flowing'
'May heaven blessyoudkeep v
you from your owntrue loy'Benj ar- ;r
pecked.husband ended ,hli ; letter! .
'ijome. to nis.aeatn wnite oeine J
hit on the head with alohfflhandlea r
stewpah in the hands oftys wife ,
was tie verdict m a recenl case m,-:r
Illinois,- t.v r.TM...i v
' Talking about the jaws of deaths4
exclaimed a man . who w;jw living i'
with his third scolding wife :!I teu
you they are nothing: to he jawani
of lifel J:-:o .yi.)Ua;$h.7hndr-
stingy nusDana tnre:jwauritn0
blame ; of the lawlessness ofl Ais child-
r en in ebmpariy by sayirijj his with ( 1 ;
always "gives them their ojfti way:' 1
"Poor things,"- was'Jihe ;prompt : r
reply;1 It's all I have;to gimthenx.J , ;r
by the magistrate, horswWp)eA: rf
by her .brother and shatdkect bald-b
headed by his wife;"He squint-: ic
eyed cats mav go backou iratsj ut j ,
darned if helikisa another wonianT Vj
J. marrceu man m u in.recenvr
lv kissed a vouner srirl. He!was!nned:v
ii nusDana nnamg a pecej proKer . -out
of his -.plate and anQtr outOf1
his saucer, iienil'icii
to his wife,: "My4 dear,;ijf seems' tb
me that every' thing belmging .to
you is: broken.'.'TWenlJyesire i
sponded. the wife, 'everxfyor seem ,
to be a little cracked." J "'r'' 1
Hiisband-Isn't c itlitile ' rbuffh!
on me; my dear, to keepiyour First
Husband's picture so cotfspicubuslx -
Vife Kow GeorJlHjat's1';,
ind ! In case' any thitiff-- should 1
happen, ' wouldn't; Ibii -only,; too f
glad to put -yours besid4jns? Urth
A woman appeared i; the shop,
where her husbandr,ist employed
a shbrt tmie:ago,andatotically :
excuse him front- comirig to - worlc
to-day. He and I had asSttie ifia-I
culty at the breakfastjtat)le this,
morning, and; he won't $e able to
work this week." v;' Ij 7 .."v7! '
A lady says the firstf time -' she5
was kissed she felt lifa ,tub of
escorted by! several littLi chpidini
chariots drawn by ang U, shaded
by honeysuckles, and ihe( whoje
spread with melted rairjbowsl-, r
Those Alps-we see ! irj the West
the evening clouds, iweMniade, to
day made . Oi eacst tif jtjes , as tho
t : a-i i? ; i v: jm J j i i.:
the mornihff. deWsl the itilVer bight
dres3 of the rivera and jiheToice, of
prayer. It is the heapjid-up utter
ance of yesterday. Dim blue, beau
roses swinging I in honejTi colognOi.
nutmeg and cranberriesH She felt as
it some , tning was ninnn ig inrougn
her nerves on feet of iaiamonds
oreatiis oi ouigiug uu-usauu uiooia-
inc: flowers, the melted Jewelry of
tuui. it is an encnanteu mountain
though men have nam wit clbiid.
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