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"Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain
Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Gain."
WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27 1892.
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VOL. 11-
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MERRY MORSELS.
an n RADIANT REFLECTIONS
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BY HENRY BLOUNT.
Punctuated with Pungerit Points
and Spiced with Sweetest
Sentiment
A well digger is generally welt up in his
work.
The magician's means of
sleight.
The pilot of a ship ought
helm-et.
support is
to wear a
A circus entertainment arouses in-tents
enthusiasm. .
Wit is foil, unless a wise -man has the
keeping of it.
All the wards of a latch-key
home-wards.
should b
Appearances are not always the evidence
of happiness.
Extraction is an out-and-out emedy for
the toothache. j
Wise men always have to be told how
wise they are.
The reward of one duty is the power to
fulfill another.
Do not talk of your private,
family matters.
personal or
Queer things are not so queer f ter they
become utilized.
Eddie thinks that the old tnobn dies of
the new-moon-ia.
Fidelity in trifles is the ladder which
leads to greatness.
A remark is always rued wh
jen it gets a
fellow into trouble.
A pattern maker is a good
does a model business.
Economy in youth cushions
soft the chair of old age.
No, Eddie, it is not neeessar
man.
He
and makes
to have a
carpenter to frame an excuse.
Pride often builds the nest in which
Poverty hatches out its sorrows.
To make a counterfeit bill good, let your
dog have it, and it will be cur rent.
Love is the God-given l;ns through
which we look and find
Paradise.
the
beauties of
A bov with mustache does not feel'
down in the mouth. His down is not long
enough.
When a cat comes purring about it is
evident that she is in purr-sjit of some
kind of a a mews-ment.
We often hear of a girl beir g the flower
of the family ; from which we infer she
turns out the best bread.
Every kind word is a drop :f sweetness
in the cup of existence, land sweetens the
. dregs that all must drink.
The very lees in the bitterest chalice of
affliction are sweetened by memories of the
kindness shown to others.
Never base a slight upcn the bandy
foundation of a mere suspicion. Circum
stances are often deceitful.
A smile of approbation from one we
love tints earth with all the exquisite col
orings of celestial beauties.
The lecturer who was peltfed with an
cient eggs had no difficulty
In ascertain-
ing the stents of the meeting
Eddie says the fowls make
a good re
turn for what they get, for
every single
grain of corn they get they give a peck.
.When the dentists of this
discover a way to pull teeth
ing a man wish he had been
life will have twice as much
country can
without mak
born a hen,
brightness.
t A shoe maker is noted
lor nis verv
reckless devotion, for does he
not steak his
all upon every issue, and thus peg his very
soul to every undertaking, arid sticks to it
to the last.
1 he evening star is the twinkling mes
senger the sky sends forth tb herald the
approach of the army of shadows, which
come to slay the sunbeams, and burry their
oazzung glories under the ebbn shroud of
night.
A woman will face a frowning world
and cling to the man shj loves even
though the blackest storms cf persecution
are hurling their fiercest pelt ngs of acusa-
. u nimjand yet she wbuld not wear
anatthat was out of sty if to save the
Government from wreck and ruin.
Just Listen.
The sweetest, purest little maiden that
ever threw witchery and enchantment
over a human heart, and made it most
deliriously intoxicated with her conquering
charms, for her lusciously sweet and peach
bloom lips look as if they were that Cupid
built shrine, where all the nectared sweets
of honied endearment should be sipped as
a tribute to her spell of witchery and de
light, shrinks from these little osculatory
performances which moon-beams smile
on but do not tell. Why, that ;iittle angel
of purity and modesty must not know that
a kiss is the visible sigh and token of an in
ner sentiment which no words can express.
The eye and tongue do a good deal of ap
preciable work of love-making, but the
meeting of the lips is the sign and seal, the
chrism so to speak, which transforms the
earthly into the divine. JLove without a
kiss would be like the harp without the
hand; the rainbow without its hue; the
brook without its babble; the landscape
without its colors; the tube rose without
Its odor ; the borealis without its variations
poetry without rhyme; Spring without
sunlight; a garden without foliage or mar
riage without love. The young woman,
whose ideas teach her to recoil from a kiss,
cheats the lover of the joys of loving, and
those good old hours of wooing and cooingt
would be robbed of that exquisite delight
which makes earth wear for a time the
glorious semblance of Heaven, and which
makes mortals dream of the raptures of
Paradise regained. But a kiss to be de
liciously enjoyable and enrapturing must
be artistic. There should be the premoni
tory warning, the careful and delightful
preparation. What a world of exquisite
emotion there is in this! The arm gently
encircling the waist and pressing the quiv
ering form with a tender and deep seated
meaning. Then comes the next stage, the
placing of the finger tips on the rounded
chin, and it's succeeding slight elevation.
With this the Hps of the fair one automati
cally pucker and the eyes close as if in the
intoxication of the delirium that is so near.
Then the realization. Heaven preserve us!
The application of the four lips,in a gentle,
deliberate fully realizing the importance of
the situation and soul-stirring style. Then
comes the climax, the real soul of the: kiss,
the inner consciousness, its very living
essence. This cannot be described, be
cause it varies with the individual. With
some there comes with this instant a long-dawn-out,
symmetrical and suggestive
sound, something like the drawing of a
bow over the mute string of a violin.
With others there is the gurgling sound,
which carries the idea that the pair are in
the last stages of a poignant frenzy. Last
and best of all the game is the very choic
est kind of a kiss the kiss accompanied by
the velvety, adhesive sound that plainly
says now we have got what we want and
would like to stay here forever. Good
ness gracious! It sets one all over in a
tltillation, or tintinnabulation, as you please,
just to think of it. But we must confess
that there are some objections, that can be
urged with some degee of plausability, and
particularly when these osculatory per
formances are carried to that excess which
so weakens the Hps and jaws that you can't
drink coffee the following morning with
any degree of decency. Then. -we think, a
cessation should be demanded, a rest taken
until the recuperating faculties, can return
to their former grip.
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Very Kind.
We thank the scholarly Dr. Kingsbury,
the well equipped editor of the Wilmington
Messenger for the following very compli.
mentary allusion: "That gifted and bril
liant and most amiable editor, Henry
Blount, publishes a paper original in plan,
In devolopment and aspiration. He writes
with a facile pen, and often you will meet
with noble and even poetic sentiments In
his richly laden columns. He seeks to en
tertain, to please and to bless. Thei e is no
gall In his Ink-horn, no poison on the end
of his "gray goose quill," no pitiful jealousy
In his brilliant Faber. He errs as we all
do, but his mistakes are on the side of kind
heartedness, charity and good will to all.
He is appreciated by a constituency that
prefer the Mirror to all its rival contem
poraries, and the fir daughters of North
Carolina smile graciously upon him for
the many pleasant things he says. Long
may our genial and gifted friend live to
direct the reflections of hat Mtrror which
brings so much of pleasure to so many
beaming eyes and radiant face.'
A Terrible Undertaking.
It is announced that the last nail in the
Woman's Department Building of the
World's Fair will be driven by Mrs. Potter
Palmer. As a gurantee of good faith the
nail is now on exhibition at a jewelry store
n Helena. Now, here is a World's Fair
freature which reallv amounts to some-
hing. A woman is to drive a nail, and all
the world is invited to see! It is needless
o say that speculation is rife, and it turns
on several important questions. Will she
drive it? How many fingers will she
smash, and what will she say when she
smashes them? As near as we can de
termine, the public inclines to the opinion
hat the lady will never attempt it. It is
thought that th sight of the nail and ham
mer a combination to inspire terror will
so work upon her nerves when the mo
ment arrives for action that the last nail in
the Woman's Department building will
forever remain undriven. Still, the an
nouncement that. Mrs. Palmer will attempt
this feat is certain to attract a great crowd,
for there are few things which possess the
terrible fascination of a woman trying to
drive a nail. First comes the exercise of
that rare discrimination by which she de
termines which end of the nail is to be hit
whether she hits it or not. Then she
looks around for the place to drive it, and
selects the wrong place. Having settled
this matter she suddenly remembers that
she must have a hammer, and goes to
hunt it. Bv the time the hammer is found
she forgets where the nail ought to be
diiven,and which end goes first. The ground
having been carefully gone over again, and
a nappy conclusion reacnea, sne tnen
nerves herself for the terrible ordeal. O
woman, in your hours of ease, you should
give a little thought to the art of driving a
nail. Why doth she bite her tongue?
And now with hammer poised in air, vrhyf
oh why, doth sh shut her eyes? It is
lucky that
When pain and anguish wring the
brow,
A ministering angel thou! I
But when a naif needs be driven
Thou art not a hammering angel
The Temper.
If people generally knew what an ad
vantage to hem it was to be cheerful,
there would be fewer sour faces in the
world and infinitely less ill temper. A
man never gains anything by exhibiting
his annoyance by his face, much less by
bursting into passion. As it is neither
manly nor wise to yield like a child pet
tishly to every cross, so it is alike foolish
and absurd to allow feelings of anger to
deprive us of self control. There never
was a man in any controversy who lost his
temper who did not come near losing his
cause in consequence. If ever a person1
plays the game of his enemies it is when
he is in a passion. Acquaintances shun
men of proverbially ill temper; friends
drop away from them; even wives and
children gradually learn to fear them
more than to love. Thousands of men
owe their want of success in life to neglect
ing the control of their temper. Nor have
they the excuse that it is an infirmity
which cannot be restrained; tor Washing
ton, though naturally of a most passionate
disposition, disciplined himself until he
passed for a person utterly impassive. No
man who neglects his temper can be happy
any more than he can make those happy
around. Good temper Is gold, is beyond
price. Bad temper is a curse to the pos-
sesser and to society.
Let Her Boom.
Tell me not in mournful numbers that
the town is full of gloom, for the man's a
crank who slumbers in these bursting days
of boom. Life is real, life is earnest, and
the grave is not its goal ; every dollar that
thou turnest helps to make the old town
roll. But enjoyment and not sorrow "is
our destined end of way ; if we have no
money borrow- buy a corner lot each day.
lives of great men all remind us we can
win immortal fame; let us leave the
chumps behind us and we'll get there just
the same. In this world's broad field of
battle, in the bivouac of life, let us make
the dry bones rattle buy a corner lot
for wife. Let us then be up and doing
with a heart for any fate, still achieving,
still pursuing, booming early, booming
late.
'Ladies Men
By his air and gait, the ultra-fashionable
style of his clothing, and the killing curl of
his moustache, the "look and die" expres
sion of his simpering face, his stream of
small talk, and sundry other signs and to
kens of a plethora of vanity, and a lack of
soul and brain, you may distinguish at a
glance the individual who plumes himself
upon being a "lady's man." His belief in
his own irresistibility is written alt over
him ;and to say the truth, these ladies' men
have some grounds for their self-conceit.
It is indubitable that girls do sometimes
fall in love or what they suppose to be
love with fellows who look as If they had
walked out of tailors' fashion plates crea
tures that by the aid of various artists who
contribute to the make-up of human pop
injays have been converted into superb
examples of what art can effect in the way
of giving men unmanly appearance. . The
woman who marries one of these flutter
ers is to be pitied, for if she has any glim
merings of common sense, and a heart,
under her bodice, she will soon discover
that her dainty husband has no more of a
man's spirit in him than an automatic
figure on a Savoyard's hand organ. But a
woman worth a true man's love is never
caught by such a specimen of ornamental
holloware. A sensible woman is, in fact,
a terror to "ladies' men," for they are
aware that her penetrating eye looks
through them and sounds the depths of
their emptiness. She knows the man in
deed from the trumpery counterfeit, and
has no touch of the mackerel propensities
to jump at a flashy bait in her wholesome
composition. The ladies' man should be
permitted to live and die a bachelor. His
vocation is to dangle after the sex, to talk
soft nonsense, to carry shawls and fans,
to astonish boarding school misses, and to
kindle; love flames as evanescent and harm
less as the twinkle of a lightening bug. If,
however, he must needs become a bene
dict, let him be yoked with some vain and
silly flirt, his natural counterpart.
A Trying Time.
"Oh my sweet, precious darling and
fondly worshipped idol" a Wilson young
man passionately and wildly and dispair-
ingly exclaimed as he threw himself vio
lently upon his knees, and snapped off his
only suspender button, hear me, hear my
entreaty, hear my heart-beseeching impor
tunity. Oh my sweetest o sweetie-sweets
for months I have carried your image in
my heart. You have never been absent
from mv thoughts one moment. The
contemplation of a future unshared with
you would drive me to despair to suicide!
Listen ! For more than a week, Mildred,
the dread, the uncertainty, the suspense,
the horrible fear that I ma v fail to win
your affections has oppressed me by day
and banished sleep from my eyes at night'
For more than a week I have not slept!
With straining eyeballs 1 have tossed on
my restless couch and- "
"Harold," Interposed the gentle girl, with
tears of compassion in her eyes, "I should
consider myself the most heartless of wo
men If I could look unmoved upon your
sufferings when a word from me can ban
ish them. If you are troubled with In
somnia, Harold, you will find instant and
certain relief by using Hevyside's celebra
ted Nerve Squelcher, price 50c a bottle,
for sale by all druggists, satisfaction guar
anteed or money refunded, testimonials on
application , delays are dangerous, life Is
precious, and what is life without sleep
send for sample, if used according to direc
tions will cure In twenty four hours."
Duty.
Duty to God, duty to country, duty to
home, duty to wife and duty to society are
the grand essentials of a happy and con-
ted life, and when all of these are crowned
with the glorious wreath of a splendid con-
secratiou of the Democratic party, exis
tence receives a beautiful completeness
and man becomes angelic.
Rythmic and Mellifluent.
An Irish newspaper publishes a poem,
the opening lines to which is "Do ghlac
fain tu gan ba gan punt, gan aireamb
spreiph." We don't know when we have
seen a more striking metaphor more beau
tifully expressed. The author has the
divlife afflatu the worst way.
A NIcht Scene.
There's a face in the mirror of loveliness
rare.
Encircled by round, dimpled arms, sweet
ly bare;
White fingers, pink-tipped, hide and seek
In her hair,
A-taklng it down for the night.
There's a pair of bright eyes, rather sleepy.
it's true,
Red cheeks that outrival the peaches In
i hue;
A mouth made of rosebuds and holding a
few
Bent hair-pins 'tween teeth pearly white.
There's a flutter of white angel wings, I
suppose
A dropping of shoes and a shaking of hose;
A pattei of little bare feet and ten toes,
A-running across on the floor.
There's dark ness a ghost kneeling down
by the bed ;
The tiniest prayer that ever was said.
A pulling of blankets all over the head,
And a sweet little musical snore.
A Loner Want.
"You think you need a wife, young man,
do you?" said the old man as he looked at
the agitated youth who was sitting on the
edge of a chair and nervously twirling a
hat, "and my daughter would fill the bill,
would she?"
"She would, indeed, sir," replied the
young man, with a ghastly attempt to ap
pear at ease. MAs the men who start
newspapers sometimes say In their pros
pectuses, she would fill a long went fault
I mean, ofcourse, a weng lont felt or
rather a long lent wait no, a wrong font
welt Indeed she would, persisted the be
wildered youth, "though of course I should
have said, a feng"
"George,", interposed the old man, com
ing to his relief, "have you said anything
to Laura yet?"
"No sir; 1 thought I ought to speak to
vou first"
"Well, George," said the young lady's
father, kindly, "take my advice if you
can't get that prospectus untangled before
you see her again, you'd better send a more
experienced canvasser, or I am afiaid you
will not get to the point before she gets to
be an old maid, and she was not made for
that."
A Beautiful Morning
Sunday morning was wrapped In a silvery
sheen of glimmering light and made us
dream of the effulgent splendors of glory-lit
May, while the perfume of her budding
flowers, melody Of woodland minlstrelsy
filled every bosom with the odor of a sweet
ly budding joy, and attuned all hearts to
the high toned rythhv, of rapture and de
light. Bathed In surh radiance, and ca
ressed by such mild and balmy breezes
that morning looked as If Heaven was klss
Ing the earth, and wooing It to the em
brace of its dralnless floods of light.
A Reflection.
When age creeps on one, and the twi
light of a well spent life touches and gilds
with roseate gleams the passing hours,
what can awaken those long gone days of
youth the suavis recordatio preterit!
temporis of the poet, quicker than to
have a little child with hands and face all
aglow with molases, to try to crawl upon
your knee and try to kiss you.
This World.
This world Is only the negative of that
better world In which lights will be turned
to shadows and shadows Into light, but all
harmonized, so that we shall see why these
ugly patches, these misplaced gleams ard
blots were brought Into the temporary ar
rangements of our planetary life.
A Good Reason.
A kind hearted and sympathetic gentle
man was going up the street on Friday
afternoon and meeting with a little boy
who was crying he said -little boy why
are you crying that way for," and the
little boy responded between his sobs "I
don't know any other way to cry."
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