"Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain
Uimuced by Power, and Unbribed by Grain."
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WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 13. 1892.
NO 40
VOL.
MERRY .MORSELS.
AKD RADIANT REFL
ry HENRY BLOU
Punctuated with Pungent
Points
o,rt Soiced with Swebtest
Sentiment
:.e cat's skin is a w arm purr
' ence is sometimes called
-- 1 B -
suit.
good luck.
a -serfume maker is known afe a man of
bcer.s.
The tears -of grief are the dews of
Heaven.
EdJie calis his, girl Toad beca
use
she is
one tD-ad-mire. 'j ?
nv Kpct fnrtdne a doctor can have is a
I ..W - ;
spec:es of ill-luck.
Tr.e man who is buried in thought can
resurrect himself. .
t- hn't reouire a carpenter to con-
struct a statistical table.
A lady is not necessarily 1
whe:v she has her hair banged.
fow-beaten
i-.r.qrter is what a man 13
when he
dottn't know that anybody is
him. . ..
looking at
f not the aift itself, but th
meaning
meaning
that is put into it, that gives
above.
T:ie people who care the
east about
anxious to
"
is but - the
e mind of
livirL' right are thecnes, most
die right. ' j A .
The picture on the canvass
reflection of a brighter one in tl
the rrtist.
Tt.irs of sorrowjand tears of
joy follow
and down
eac:'i other from the same eves
" the f.arae cheeks, ;
Undertakers never fail to
carry out
what thev undertake, even th
ough their
designs are grave.
The worst jury- in the wor
p to try a
case, is pur-jury, .and their
frequently buy-us.
-A kiss of endearment is the
the f;oyer of affection, when
and luxuriant bloom.
verdicts are
ragrance of
is in ' rich
We often censure the conduqt of other s
vher.. tinder the circumstances
: we
might
no: acted half so well
':;i L'eh is grass,'' they sa
, but hoy
abov.t a wooden-headed man w
th a marble
brot , an iron will , and a stonj
heart?
1 loveliest
sleep, and
Beneath the sweetest1 at
flowers the serpents sometime
those who trust too blindly are
to weep. ;
A cheerful. hanv temner
bf ten forced
keeps up a
naof dajlight in the1 minkl, excludes
auui gloomy prospect, and fillfe it with a
s-teady and perpetual serenity.
An exchange says that. light
ping struck
a hoc.se in which were seated
a woman
gable end
and a child, and spoiled its
mis uncertainty as to where 6ur sympa
thy should be directed, is harrdwing.
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: : Are you tring to button yimr shoes?
asked ihe wife of a very fat mJn who was
Ig as, ne struggled to fasten the rec-
feant buttons. "No," he
fowled, can't ou see I'm
hair?" " .
sarcastically
combing my
; -e is a warehre, and thosd
who climb
."Pand down steep paths and
ngerous enterprises, are tU
go through
brave s men
headers in the camp, but tJ
rest basely
IV.
e cost of others' labors is tb be a cow
ara.
God made both tears and 1
a
lighter, and
V ior kind purposes
rn
rows 'from becoming despair
xeara
hinder sor
a
hd madness;
-'ugnier is one of thp
ver
to
' privileges
the human
treason
species
being confined
lit
ie a well r.-,o: -
mam
, but they
.nai-ried a i
"W herVh.il
and when
as next to
'-mn y answ
pred that at
Avirte. 7 UI ine -vear she
thought his
harbor lhin ; 31 SLa nevei" "inks of the
waves srP SUn 15 shinilg and the
brP,w., "'tsi;ui$onlvwH
are nt v.i ...
en the storm
mat sihp ,v.
safa.u.... e discovers
hef
need of a
be shown
So
Ourf., "c in"si ai
ll-tt A
-eness, in
and acknowled
order that w
e may seek
ge lhe safe harbor, Jesus.
EjCTIONS
NT.
Our Own Way
The other day a gentleman very un
kindly and ungenerously and uncharitably
growled at and censured us for having so
many kind things to bay about the people
whom we are called upon to notice in the
columns of this paper. He complained
because we had so many complimentary
expressions about the ladies G od's last,
best gift to man. He seemed to be surprised
at our seeing something attractive and
beautiful and good in poor, weak, frail hu
man nature. We ti y to find something
good in every one and thus fling out flow
ers of sweet cheer, ard not the thorns of
sharpest censure. We never try to wound
the feelings of others by reminding them
of their blemishes and imperfections; but
we do try to encourage them by holding
up their brighter virtues and their better
traits. There are gleams of brightness
ever amid the darkness of the coal mines.
Beautiful lilies grow up amid the repulsive
scum of stagnant waters, and while we
gaze upon their God-given purity and 1
beauty and loveliness we forget the. lothe
somness of their ungainly surroundings.
We know there are spots upon the sun,
and yet in the showers of its brilliancy we
only see the effulgence of its splendor.
We know the knight doth wear a heavy
robe of blackness, and yet we only see the
silver threads of trembling light with
which the stars doth braid it, and vhile
viewing the beauty of their? twinkifng
lines of lustre we forget the gloomy shad
ows amid which they afe gleaming. We
know the forests have various kind of
fowls, .and that notes both smooth and'
harsh oft blend and flow together, but we
only turn our ears to catch the sweeter,
purer, nobler strains that ripple forth in
dulcet waves of that unwritten music, so
entrancingly heard' in the blessed wood
land's minstrelsy, when birds doth open
their tuneful throats and pour their life
breath out in tides of song. And so we
never hear, amid such streams of melody,
the dismal and shrieking notes the Cloaking
owl are tooting to make even drearier
End more dismal the gloomy swamps and
marshes. We know that even the "Beauti
ful Snow ," after it has been trodden in the
mud and the mire, looses its stainless puri
ty and beauty in the soiled bosom of repul
sive slush, but we only speak of it as we
see the lovely flakes come drifting down
through the skies, so pure and so white
and so beautiful that we almost fancv
them to be particles of white dust settling
down on earth from the ermine paved
streets in Heaven asangel bands go stroll
ing by on Love's own blissful , errands.
And so we look at our fellow beings, not at
their blurs and blemishes and ugly warts
of wrong that disfigures the face of human
ity, b vt at their better parts and better
traits, for all creatures however mean and
depraved they may be, have at times no
ble impulses and generous emotions; and
as a diamond will, when in the deeps of
impenetrable darkness, iling out its flashes
i of lustre to proclaim its own God-given
rights to inextinguishable brilliancy,so will
God's creatures.in the black recesses of their
lowest conditions, reveal now and then
their inalienable birth right to a higher and
purer existence, and show, even though in
smallest type, the impiint of the matchless
image in which thev were first cast.
Hating: People.
Hate not. It is not worth your while.
Your life is not long enough to make it
pay to cherish ill will or hard thoughts
toward any one. What if that man has
cheated you or that woman played you
false? What if this friend has forsaken
you in your time of need, or that one, who
had your confidence, and warmest love,
has concluded that he prefers lo consider
and treat ou as a stranger. Let it all
pass. What difference will it make to'ytm
in a few years when you go to the undis
covered country? All who treat you
wrong now will be more sorry for it than
you even in your deepest, disappointment
and grief, can be. A few more smiles, a
few more tears, some pleasure, much pain,
a little hurrying and worrying in the
world, some hasty greeting and abrupt
farewells, and life will be over, and the in
jurer and injured will be laid away arid ere
long forgotten. It is not worth while to
hate each other. If any one has wronged
us, let us forgive and forget, and bury all
recollections of it, even as we will soon be
buried and left to sleep where the daisies
grow arjd the myrtles creep.
An Eye To Business.
A disconsolate editor thus bemoans
his
departed spouse: .
Thus my wife died. No more will those
loving hands pull off boots and part my
back hair, as only "a true wife can. Nor
will thote willing feet replenish the coal
hod and water pail. No more w ill she
arise amid the tempestuous storms of win
ter, and hie herself away to build the fire
without disturbing the slumbers of the
man who doted on her so aktlessly. Her
memory is embalmed in my heart of
hearts. I wanted to embalm her body,
but I found I 'Could embalm her memory
cheaper. 1 procured of Eli Mudget, a
neighbor of mine, a pretty gravestone.
His wife was consumptive and he kept it
on hand several years in the anticipation
of death.But she rallied last spring, and hi
hopes were blasted.' Never shall I for
get the poor man's grief when I asked
him to part with it. "Take it, Skinner,
and may you never have your soul racked
with the . disappointment, as mine has
been," and he burst into tears. His spirit
was indeed utterly broken.
I had the. following epistle engraved up
on her tombstone: "To the memory of
Tabitha, wife of Moses Skinner, Esq.,
gentlemanly editor of the Trombone,
terms, $2 per year, invariably in advance.
A kind mother, exemplary wife. Office
over Coleman's grocery, up two flights mi
stairs. Knock hafd. We shall miss thee,
mother, we shall miss thee. lob printing
solicited." Thus did my lacerated spirit
cry out in agony, even as Rachel weeping
for her children. But one ray of lighj
penetrated the despair of mv soul. The
undertaker took his pay out in job print
ing, and the sexton owed me a little ac
count I should never have gotten any oth
er way. Why should we pine at the mys
terious ways of Providence and vicinity?
(Not a conundrum.) I here pause to drop
a silent tear to the memory of Tabitha
Ripley, that was an eminent pious woman,
and could fry the best piece of tripe I evejr
flung under my vest. Her pick-up dinners
weue a perfect success, and she always
dted on foreign missions.
Two Kinds of Hands.
We saw a pair of hands, --beautiful
hands the world called them. Small and
shapely and fair, with nestling dimples
and taper fingers. Hands too delicate to
bear any Durden heavier than flashing
jewels. Beautiful hands, . whispered gen
tleman as they bent over them in courtly
gallantry. Beautiful hands, pouted ladies,
as they envied their possessor. But they
wer hands that were never lifted to help
bear another's load; that were, never
raised to wipe away, the mourner's tear;
that were unroughed by any woik per
formed for others ; that were never folded
together in prayer ; that daintly held the
dress aside, lest it touch a beggar in the
street Beautiful hands, the world calied
the,m. God and the angels called them
ugly.
We saw another pair of hands, ugly
hands the world called them. Not small
nor comely nor white, and wearing no
jewels but tears from grateful hearts
whose loads they had lightened. Hands
the possessor of which none would envy;
over which no on; would bend, calling
them beautiful. But they were hands of
ten folded in humble devotion; hands
which had carried blessing to many a
home; which had smoothed many a dying
pillow, and wiped away many a falling
tear; which were never lifted to push
away the children or to brush away the
poor; which were weary, misshapen, and
hard with toiling and doing for otheis.
Ugly hands the world called them. God
and the angels called them beautiful Ex
Annoyances.
Let us remember that the .spiked nettle
of life are part of our discipline. Life
would get nauseating if it were all honey.
That table would be poorly set that had on
it nothing but treacle. We need a little
vinegar, mustard, pepper and radish that
brings the tears even whn we do not feel
pathetic. If this world were all smooth
ness, we would never be ready for migra
tion to a I.igher and better. Blustering
March and weeping April prepare us for
shining May. This world is a poor hitch
ing post. Instead of tying fast on the
cold mountains, we had better whip up and
hasten on toward the warm inn where our
good friends are looking out of the window,
watching to see us come up.
First Xove.
Ask anv young lady what she thinks of
4,first love," and she will tell you that it is
the quintessence of all that is ecstatic,
compared with whieh any "so-called love
that may come alter it must be as sky
blue skimmed milk to clotted cream. Put
the same question to an enamored young
gentleman of eighteen, and he will vow
that it is the campagne of human existence,
to which all subsequent emotions dignified
with the name of love anv mere Jersey
cider. Hut the mature of both sexes, in
nine cases out of ten, can tell a different
story. Boy-and-girl love is but a faint
shadow of the inttnser passion which often
overcomes and enthralls the middle-aged
The capacity for loving is not fully de
veloped in the young miss who has just
cast aside her doUs, nor in the youth whose
chin is but newly acquainted with the ra
zor. The enthusiasm of these novices in
the tender passion is generally evanescent,
Of course, there are exceptional cases, but
as a general rule love does not take firm
root in the heart before the age of twenty
five. Professions of undying devotion
from young men of nineteen or twenty
are rarely to be trusted. The question
t
which a lady who receives an offer or
marriage should consider is not merely J
whether she won the affections of her ad
mirer, but, also, whether, if won, she can
keep them. To have 2nd to hold are two
things. And another thing, love, in those
of mature age, is like' the sweetness .of a
ripe and mellow peach, and to us it seems
that the last passion is always the tender
est, the sweetest and the best, for the heart
but shed its oluter leaves to give one all the
rest. .-
Life's Duties.
Life's duties must be met with true he
roism and endurance. Obstacles are !n the
way and triaU will surely Come. We must
expect reverses. What is life if it is not
made of joys, 'cares, sorrows, honors and
responsibilities? It would be but a weary
existence, a lonely pilgrimage to some un
known Mecca. The flowers would lose
their beauty and their sweetness; the songs
of the birds would grate harshly upon our
ears; the" rippling streams would become
stagnant pools; the cloud-capped moun
tains would stand grim monsters of war;
the glorious "forests would become stricken
multitudes of skeletons, and verdure
crowned- nature turn to ashes. There
would be no noble impulses to inspire
laudable ambition, no inspiration to
prompt development, no desire to mount
to the heights of fame, or spirit to com
mune with the unseen, or clasp hands
with the invisible. There would be no in
centive to honorable exertion, or taste for
aesthetic culture. The starry worlds would
circle away unknown and unexplored, and
no car of Copernicus would speed us
through the orchestra of the spTTeres. The
secrets of science would be locked up in
dark caverns, while the pure philosophy of
the soul, and a desire for immortality, would
grope its way to the grave in blindness, a
future existence lose its charms, and the
pearly gates never open for the redeemed.
Then, to be happy in life its duties must be
met, its responsibilities borne and its grand
object accomplished.
The .Right Way.
How many take a wrong view of life,
and waste their nervous system In endeav
oring to accumulate wealth without think
Ing of the present happiness they are
throwing arway. It is not wealth nor hon
or that makes a man happy. Many of th
most wretched beings on earth have both.
But it is a radiant, sunny spirit which
knows how to liear little trials and enjoy
little comforts, and thus extract happiness
from every incident of life. Such people
are like a band of music, dispensing glad
ness; or like a flower distilling fragrance,
and thev thus brighten and sweeten the
existence of.othersby filtering into their
lives some of the radiance arid some of the
fragrance which fill their own with felici
tous dreams of blissful peace and comfort.
Affection.
There is nothing in this world so sensi
tive as affection. It feels its own happi
ness too much not to tremble for its reality;
and starts, ever and anon, from its own de
licious consciousness, to ask: Is it not.
Indeed, a dreaja? A word and a look are
enough either to repress or to encourage.
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Glorious AIsttors.
Wilson has been delihfully blessed
with the presence of someJa$cinating la
dies during the past few weeks. ISome
have gone, and others still remain to cden
ize the place, and make mortals dream o!
Paradise regained. Yes, thce fair maiden
have thrown over all the soft, deli clou
halo of sweet enchantment, and kindled
in their bosoms those effulgent flames of
idolatrous worship, which can be chilled
and extinguished only by belrtgV forced to
get up on freezing mornings and start- the
fire, while the object of their adoration lies
peeping at their shivering forms through
half hid eyes, and now arMthen exclaiming
44 why don't you make haste and start the
fire," as as she feared the freezing fellow
was trying to idle away his time in a
dreamy and meditative sort of way. Well,
be the result as it may, soma glorious mai
dens have been in town, ancrlured by tlieir
irresistible charms and wooing attractions
fond and fearless boys, with no seeming
dread of future consequences, have flocked:
to those beauteous shrines of- fascination
like hungry kittens to; a pan of hot milk,
and have been basking in their sunshine of
lovenlness like well led canines when'
asleep in the glimmering showers of. gol
den sunlight. May Heaven let fall on all
these lovch visitors the soft and mellow
ing light of its brightest and warmest fires,
and fill their bosoms with dreams as sweet
and as soothing and as full of dellsht
as those loveful memories -they "left be
hind. 1
Wile.
Wife means "weaver." You must
either be house wives or house moths, re
member that.' In the deep sense, you
must either weave men's fortunes and em
broider them, or feed upon and bring them
to decay, Wherjpver a true wife comes,
home is alway around her. The stars
may be over her head, the glow-worm In
the night-cpld grass may be the fire at her
feet, but hdme isjwhere she is, and for a
noblewoman stretches far around her-
f ti
better than houses ceiled with cedar or
painted with vermilion shedding its quiet
light for those who else are homeless.- V
This is the woman's true place and powers.
True.
There is a sort. of impuliiven which
often gets people into serious trouble. We
are fretted and vexed at the acts of some
body else, and we do not wait to think, but
say out our irritation, and wound deeplv
some sensitive spirit. We are angry, and
we let passion rule us Instead of calm re
flection. The impulsive person who can
not control his temper is' like one who car
ries fire near gunpowder. - , . "
For Husbands.
A woman, from her sex and character,
has a claim to many things besides shelter,
food, and clothing. She Is hot less a wo
man for being" wedded, and the man, who
is fit to be trusted with a good wife, recol
lects all which this Implies, and -shows
himself perpetually chivalrous, sweet
spoken, considerate, -deferentiaL and kind,
loving and devoted.
True.
We are always striving for the things
just out of our reach. .The glittering
pleasures in tle distance look brighter and
fairer than anything we possess. The friend
who reaches out a. hand and offers us lilt
sympathy is put carelessly aside, while we
are eager to win the friendship of- those
who have nothing to give us but cold
ness. Serious Accident.
An accident which occurred oh one of
the railways, caused by the axle of the
tender giving .'ay, detained the , train
several hours. A lady inquired of a gen
tleman passenger why it was m delayed,
and he gravely replied, that it was occa
sioned by what was often followed by se
rious consequencesthe breaking of a
tender attachment.
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