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"Our 4im taTZ be, the People's Right Maintain
Unaiced by Power, and Uhbribed byGain."
WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY. APRIL 22 1891
VOL. X.
NO 4
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HEART THROB S-
AND PLEASANT REFLECTIONS
BY HENRY BLOUNT.
Punctuated with Pungent Points
and Spiced with Sweetest
Sentiment.
A leader of men is often a follow her.
Modesty in woman is her robe of virtue.
The public will surely sour on the vine-
gar trust. ,
The parlor is probably the most frequent
ed of all court rooms.
Eddie- savs when a man hangs himself
he dies of his own ac-cord.
Firmness is the rock upon which char
acter builds its temple of virtue.
Money is the curtain which hides many
defects from the eyes of the world.
Eddie says a. rooster never gets hoarse
because he can always chanticleer note.
Don't judge by appearances. A brand
new coat may cover a wire dummy.
Love stitches the fabric of existence
with the silver tracery of richest radiance.
It reads a trifle paradoxical to see a car
go of salt cod noticed under the head of
fresh arrivals.
The reason that birds clean out a fruit
tree so auicklv is that thev take fruit
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away by a peck at a time.
Eddie says that a young lady at a sum
mer resort has a chaperone until she can
call some other chap her own.
He was impressed by the empathetic
gesture of a mule is the way to tell that a
man was kicked by that animal.
It is a notable fact that however cleanly
seamen may be on the water they have a
decided dislike of being washed ashore.
I just dote on you, said an old widower
the other night to a young maiden. Yes,
she replied, for you are in your dotage.
We pity the young fellow who wants to
vote, but will lack a day of being twenty
one on election dav. He must feel lack-a
davsical.
A gossiping exchange reveals the secret
that there are iS,oo j more women than
men in Boston. The Hub is evidentlv
hard up for felloes.
A mother who has a terrible time every
morninar to cet her voung brood out of
their beds, says she cannot understand why
children are called the rising generation.
Wc rise ourselves by adoring that
which is better than we are. It is the one
virtue of the soul which is always tending
upward by its proper motion upward to
something higher, purer, better.
A young man, who has a good deal of
spare time on his hands, wishes to learn
of something that will keep him occupied.
We can think of to two things right off
getting married and tipping over a bee hive.
Marriage is the golden vestibule to the
gilded temple of the sweetest and su-
premest earthly happiness, and love is that
pure and sweet-toned organ from which
come the grandest symphonies and sweet
est harmonies of life.
The frozen rill running its course will
somewhere And a break in its icy waters to
laugh back the glint of the sunshine. So
ot those natures reserved unto lciness;
somewhere the sunshine of love will find a
break in theie chilly enfoldment, and dance
back love with glinting kisses.
Though our world has been defaced by
the blighting influence of sin, there is still
left much that is beautiful. We see it in
the first golden flashes of morning, in the
matured strength of meridian day, in the
subdued glow cf evening and then slowly
sinking down the western way glide the
rich banners of descending dav, and night,
with crescent diadem, lights her starry
chandlier, and trails her robe of blazing
jewels through the sky.
Earthly beauty is destined to decay,
though entrancing, it is trasient and ephem
eral. The golden light of the day is soon
shut ont by. the curtain of night. The
rainbow bright symbol of mercy appears
for a moment,and is gone. The landscape,
which thrills, changes while we gaze.Time
and disease soon shed their blight on the
fairest, and the sad drapery of the tomb
covers it until the resurrection. But the
beauty of holiness is peipetual; it is im
perishable; it is eternal.
God's Glory.
The wild flower is perfuming the breeze,
where the butterfly is revelling in a para
dise of sweets, and the lark is teaching her
nestlings their first hymn of praise. See
now how God leaves his impress look up
into Heaven which an invisible hand has
painted so deeply, beautifully blue, while
the sun is looking light upon all beneath
its radiant track, see then hoiv God has
flung out his sign and written his name. Go
at night, fall upon some spreading: vale, out
where reposes the peaceful herds' upon its
couch of turf, wheu the moon, like a pearl
in heaven, is scattering the lucid corusca
tions oi its silvery car, as tho' a shower of
the dust of diamonds was sprinkling the
6hining air, and the starry hosts, that re
joice in her trainre" serenely floating amid
wavy undulations of sublimated ether
and do you not feel and know there is a
God? There is an everywhere present
and presiding deity the mountain en
thrones him in its sunlit grandeur; there
his smile is in the sunshine and his song is
on the gale. The flying storm bears him
upon its billowy folds then his chariot is
the cloud and his voice is the thunder,
The sounding board of old ocean receives
his footsteps, for then the winds are his
wings with which he lashes the waves into
foam, or fans them into repose while the
boom of rushing waters proclaim him Al
mighty . When He stood upon the moun
tain He recorded his name in characters of
light upon its heaven-pointing peak When
He rode upon the storms hanging in the
sky and bending over the earth He left his
sign in the rainbow. And when he passed
upon the deep, He spread it as a mirrow be
hind him, to hold in far off reflection the
jeweled banners of his realm. From earth,
which he has carpeted for His footstool
and heaven which He has sky-curtained
for his throne, the sound of his name and
the sonS of His praise is born in the ming-
d melody of human tongues and angelic
lyres. And we read his eloquent language
everywhere. We read it in the magnifi
cent grouping of night s radiant pencihngs
of silvery beauty upon the parchment of
darkness, and see it again in the crimson
upglowings of those floods of splendor,
which drown the shadows of the night, and
fill the sky with dazzling light. And God's
language proclaims in its wordless elo
quence the unlimited wealth of His muni
ficence, for every thing God has created
bears the impress of some deep and hidden
good. Nature is replete with beauty, far
surpassing art. The earth is a landscape
of beauty ; whether our eyes turn toward
the icy North or the sunny South, visions
of picturesque beauty arhe to view. The
green carpet, the towering mountain, the
glassy waters of cataract, sea and ocean,
each reflect varied images of light, and
claim our admiration. In the sweet notes
of birds, the rumbling noise of the water
fall, the murmur of the sea-shell, or the
sighing of the breeze, there's melody ,poesy,
divinity. The ocean, the earth, and the
heavens are components of the handiwork
of the great Original Spring, Summer,
Autumn, and. Winter each season in suc
cession gives birth to new developments.
The sun, in gorgeous splendor, rises,circles
the march of dav, then sets in martial
granduer beyond the Hesperian horizon.
The night-queen, robed in silvery sheen,
followed by a train of sparkling attendance,
walks in beauty and majesty through the
august heavens. Old ocean, whether in
calm repose or boisterous tumult, claims a
tribute. Far down its hidden depths are
'gems of purest ray serene.' How bland
the soft zephyrs sigh! But when the storm-
king drives his chariot over the main, and
lightnings flame fiom cloud to cloud is
theie not grandeur in the elemental strife?
Life is ail beautiful; and there's beauty ,too,
in eve,7 thinS- Yes every leaf that rus-
ties, every wave that lifts its face to Sum-
mer sky, every dew-drop that glitters, every
waterfall that tumbles, every child that
laughs in merry loyousnes these and ten
thousand ministries touch innumerable
chords in the soul. All, all are God's hi
eroglyphics to man.
And, reader would you see more of
God's glory. Then trace your vision to
the milky way that belts the azure vault,
pass the glimmering nebula?, the cluster
ing constellations and the scintillating
stars, where worlds on worlds, buried in
the profound of distance, sweep on in their
unbounded revelry through the expansion
then when thoughts cannot follow, and
bold fancy tires,you will see that so far from
having arrived upon tne conhnes of nature,
that vou are yet infinitely remote from the
vast
profound glory, where hangs the cent
cale that balances creation . -
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About Clubs.
In many towns and cities social clubs
have been formed for the purpose of kin
dred enjoyment, and in some instances
harsh and unkind criticisms have been
made upon them, and the idea obtains in
some quarters that it is the hot bed of ini
quity. We feel constrained to say that such
criticisms and opinions have, origin in the
minds of those , who know not of what
they speak, and draw on their imagination
rather than proper information. While we
do not belong to any club we know some
of the gentlemen who do, and we take the
liberty of saying that they are as incapable
of littleness or jneanness as any of their
traducers. and while they do not find en
joyment in the same line theirs need not
neccessarily be iniquitous. Man Is a gre
garious animal, and naturally, seekscom
panionship and such as is agreeable and
consonant with social relation. The clubs
furnished with the current literature of the
day, the daily papers and the magazines
even if billiard and ca rd tables for , amuse
ment are provided, is no contemptible re
sort for such as enjoy such relaxation after
the toils of the day. The active brain of
the habitues of clubs oftimes puts on foot
schemes for the betterment of the town.
That of Raleigh, Wilmington and notably
the Commonwealth of Durham are always
forward in measures of charity, of enter
prise and social progress. Entertainment
for the Press Association, of the State aX
itslast session, was in charge of the Com
monwealth club and right royally was the
gang entertained,and at a banquet at which
toasts were offered and speeches made till
late.at night, not a "drap" was sipped nor
foaming bumper seen. One, who would
have smiled, said, rather dryly that his
toast was what at some hotels might be
called dry toast, and that it ivas hard to
realize he was to respond to such; yet all
went merrv as a marriage bell. Our idea
is that we ought not to surrender all the
pleasant and good things to the devil or
relegate those, who, in matters ctea.Rte, dif:
fer with us, to the shades of his majesty's
dominions.
Dr. Yates.
This distinguished divine, well beloved
by all who know him as an earnest chris
tain and devoted to the interests of his
church, gives some of his reasons for dis
approbation to the Y. M. C. A. in a long
article published in the Durham Globe of
April 13th. We endorse some of his utter
ances, and, will add that while we woald
not be willing to see such institutions up
rooted, yet we do not want to see them set
aside church work. Propetly worked they
would be auxiliary to the churches which
was the original idea in their institution.
Young men in every town must have good
association or opportunity for such or they
will drift into evil, and neither ' churches
nor christian associations always afford the
needed inducement to attract them. Social
intercourse is a necessity of our being; mu- f
sical and literary gatherings for social, mor
al and literary enjoyment might be organ
ized in every community and ought to be
so that spare hours might bcimproved,
healthy, moral sentiment inculcated, and
cultivated, elevated literary taste! acquired.
if christian people do not afford this, the
young people will improvise something,
and organizations such as the Y. M. C. A
and other social clubs will of necessity
spring into existence.
A New Game.
The brilliant Jim Robinson, whbse fund
of originality. is inexhaustible, ;.has a new
and thrilling and care dispelling'- and. sor
row removing little game called ''tiddlety
winks." It is a very simple thing and we
will explain how it is -worked. It is played
with tiddlediims that are fired with a
finger into a wink cuspidor. Each player
has a few diddledums, denkility and din-
gus. lake a wink, put it on a dingus, tnen
snap the wink" from the dingus' into the
wink pot. If you succeed you are entitled
to a defilkility, and for every wink Myou
jump into the wink pot from the dumink
erdnmdorum you count a dcflkelity, and
continue so to eperate tinkwinkle upon the
the pollywoighthere until the pots so car
ed shall equal the total the hopwop mul-
tiplied bv the puterinktum and added to the
contents" of the winkletinklefuldariums.
The less brains you have the better von
can play, and Eddie says one or two in
J this print shop can play it well.
After The Rain.
On Tuesday night after our paper had
gone to press, we spent the evening in one
of the loveliest homes in Wilson, and with
some of the purest and sweetest ladies.
The sky was as daik as Erebus, and the
rain was coming down in wildest torrents
when we reached the cozy home. But
when we left, the clouds were broken, the
rain had ceased, and we never witnessed a
lovlier night The moon was out in all
the chastened splendors of her mellowest
radiance, and the earth was beautiful, for
every blade of grass clad itself in a moon
beam, and adorned its bosom with some
diamond that the storm cloud had lost
Each little floweret slept with its closed
leaves sealed with a rain drop, like a child
asleep with a tear just resting on a fringe
ot its eye lids, while the radiant blushing
of the moon-kissed rain drops flung a glis
tening beauty o'er its petals as pure and as
sweet and as beautiful as the lovelv smiles
which watching angels allow to play in
noiseless ripples o'er the dimpled cheeks of
sleeping innocence,as it lies sweetly dream
ing of butterflies and of flowers. Every
little hole of water those shining, rain
made lakes of the streets caught a moon
beam or star-flash on its gleaming bosom,
and as it held the radiant twinkling of the
glistening jewel of the sky a trembling
captive there, it became a beautiful, shin
ing type of the bright and glittering world
above, and the earth became opulent with
the riches of the splendor realms on high
As we strolled along, amid a scene so pure
and sweet and chaste and beautiful, we
almost fancied we heard the rustling of
angels' wings, as they wafted from their
viewless pinions some precious fragrance
of Heaven as a blessing fcr mankind.
Inclispeu sable.
The man.who tries to get on in life with
outthe influence and the comfort of a wo
man's blessing, is like a ship at sea with
out chart and rudder driven here and there,
and chased by every billow of passion and
temptation. With her angelic influence
around him and directing his pathway, he
is like the mariner at night, when the light
house is full in sight and lightening up
the waters that he may find the channel
which leads into the harbor of safety and
security. Without her influence, and he is
like that mariner on the stormy ocean at
night .when far away from the, friendly
beamings of the light house and without a
star to look down upon the inky flood be
neath, he struggles along unaided and
alone, and hears nothing but the sobbing
and the moaning of thedreary billows.
A Paradistic Picture.
If there is a lovelier, a more beautiful, a
more enchanting spot on this earth than
Wilson is at this witing we would like to
see it and name it Heaven. As we write
the sky is dripping with silverest sunbeams;
the merry birds are singing their sweetest
notes of gladness and delight; the flowers
fresh from their dew v bath, are emitting
the mo?l exquisite perfume; the trees, di
vorced from winter's rigorous clasp, are
yielding to the amorous influences of woo
ing sunbeams and softly whispering
zephyrs, and are being wedded once more
to richest luxuriance and beauty. And
last but not least our glorious and beauti
ful and grateful maidens, ensconsced in the
irresistible witcheries of their innumerable
charms, now roam the streets like angels
of light, and make .sweet Wilson more
beautiful and bright.
A Scene.
He walked behind the house '.r.d pulled
out a bottle, and looked at tl.e liquor as
kance a moment and addressed it as fol
lows: Oh, vou father of all curses! mur
derer, thief, ravisher! stealer of men's
brains! caterer for the gallows! feeder of
the jails! soaked in the tears of mothers,
widows and orphans! Iconoclast, breaking
the images of all we love! defying God,
and defacing his handy work! daubing
blood on the face of humanity! smearing
crime on the garments of society! barring
the door to Heaven! paving the way to
hell! curse vou! curse vou! curse thou the
poers that allow you to exist! fragments
of hell, huiled the into nineteenth century!
how I hate vou! how I love! and then
j.he drank it down as eagerly as a pi
J would eat a pan of milk.
Kind.Worda.
Some of the brethren of the press hive
been very kind to us, and have opened
their big, warm hearts, from which hath
come the sweetest perfume of those rare
flowers of generosity that grow and blos
som there, for they indeed have
sung our praise, in friendship's grandest,
noblest lays. Yes, they have made life
most beautifully bright, and chased away
gloom's darkest night. All things now are
most rosy tinted, and even shadows are
sunbeam glinted. We never feel a thorn
now without thinking of the fragrant flow
ers that grow so beautifully near it We
never see a storm cloud now without
thinking of the rainbow that God will send
to span it, and drown the gloomy shadows
innts tides of gorgeous splendors. Yes,'
brethren, your kind expressions have made
life brighter, and sweeter, and our duties
now are more endurable:
The Mirror enters its tenth volume.
Henry Blount, the editor, is sui generfc,
facile princeps," unapproached and unap
proachable the only true and genuine
Blount, all others being base imitators.
Ordinary words of praise and commenda
tion when applied to him are iike painting
the lily or adding another tint to the hues
of the rainbow. It can't be did. Scottish
Chief.
The Wilson Mirror, presided over by
the most brilliant genius in eloquent word
painting in the whole newspaper fraternity,
has turned the pages of another volume.
We wish the happy editor many more
bright seasons in which to pelt the imagina
tion into the soft slumber of poetic fancy.
Twin City Sentinel.
Improvement.
The plastic touch of the artistic hand
of the tasty Sheriff Crowell is seen in the
beautiful appearance the Court House
Green now presents. And right here
we will repeat what we have so often said
that Sheriff Crowell makes a model
Sheriff, and gives the most perfect satis
faction. Not one word no, not even one
syllable of detraction has yet been made
against his administration of public affairs,
for he is honest, prompt, faithful, efficient
and obliging, while bis free and easy and
unstilted and graceful bearing stamp him
as one of the knightliet men in public
life.
A Tuneful Mule.
He, w ho has not heard the merry song
of the t.:r.eful mule, knows nothing of the
powers and potency of music in her wildest,
freest mood. When in soio or concerted
opera, the four-footed choir is head and
ears above all human possibilities. The
music begins with andante movement, soft
and sweet as the ungreased wheel-barrows
plaintive voice; then comes then staccat o
furioso, the adagiofortissimo,spl:tyourearso
followed by the tremuleusyee-haw,which is
the crown and summit, the cloud clapped
mountain top of ecstacy and joy. Talk
not of music fellow, citizens, till you have
heard the song of the mule.
He Forgave Her.
No, Alfred, dear, I dare not, I cannot let
you kiss me.
You doubt my love, Estelia Angelica?
Then let the stars fall and I will perish in
the ruin of a busted universe!"
Not so, not so my sweet,
Are you weary of me speak, speak!
No, but dearest,listen forgive me, Alf y,
my own I I I I've been
anions!
eating raw
How It Seemed.
"Oh, how sad and lamentable it to tee
a fine looking, handsomely chiseled, and
exquisitely moulded man lying in such
tortue as thisf was the graphic expression
of the anxious faces of the sympathizing
friends who stood around our suffering
ct?uch on Wedneday, and ministered to our
relief.
The Picnic.
Now picnics in the meadows fair
, Fill all the woods with fun;
Two forms within one rustic chair
Two lips that meet as one
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