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"Our Aim toill be, the People's JRigTU Maintain Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Gain," VOL. 11- - : ; v - - ----- i .-' '-j " ' MERRY MORSELS. AMD RADIANT REFLECTIONS BY HENRY I BLOUNT. Punctuated with Pungent Points and Spiced with Sweetest Sentiment Hypocrisy and kqavery twins. j "The piano taught modera on a horse in London . j are Siamese e, is a sign Good bieedinsr is like atteection one cannot have too much: of it. Charity may cover a multitude of sins, but that is not its regular business. A man nf exalted berth the fellow who has the upper bunk of a steamer k aii'swpII fhnt ends swell? as the sail- " " . or said when the wind , went flown "She stoops to conquer" does not apply to a woman when she sees a i A natty boot of guilt with mouse. blue silk lac- lngs holds " pins and needles and things "Man wants but little ear below," was written before the telephone jwas invented. Ore of the most difficult lessons for spirited young men to learn is that good jokes are not always good policy. "What were-the wort results of the civil war?" cried an orator ."Widows'." shouted Jones, who had married one. : . - .i" . f ', When we haven't a petmy we want taffy : when we have the penny we want ; a house, and when we: have irtotagh to buy a house we want the earth . There was once, in th; ne Rouen, says a French wii ghborhood of er,1 a miller's daughter so pretty and so cruel that the sighs of her lovers alone served to turn "the sails of her father's mill! At the trial of a breech-ot-promise suit was about to begin a juror arose and asked to be excused because, he was engaged to ; be married, and consequently his mind was not free from bias. He was excused, She went in a store j to buy - some toilet soap and when the clerk w as expatiating on its merits, about made up her mind to purchase, but when he said it would keep off "chaps,",she remarked tip at she didn't want that kind. I Scientists who have mad minute exam ination assert that the pcint of a bee's sting is so fine as to be nearly undistin sruishable under the j microscope. Under some circumstances the stiigc seems as big as a red-hot crowbar. ; A Voung school miss, whose teacher had taught her that two negatives were equiv alent to an affirmative, once being asked by a suitor for her assent o marry him, replied No, no." The swain looked as tonished and 'bewildered, i She referred him to the grammar,? when, for the first time, he learned that no meant yes. A guest who thought'hisj fare was both poor and meagre, and who be polite, on being asked enough, answered. lYes, of it such as it is." Then, yet wished to f he had had there is enough eeling that he had not made an auspicious reply, he cor- rected himself by saying: "I mean that such as it is, there is enough of it." A very slight stretch of immagination is requisite to depict the amafeement of that inquisitive old gentleman turn of mind who inquired in one of the public places "Pray my good man, can of a botanical of the gardener of promenade, you inform me if this particular plant beld ngs to the rAr- butus family?" when He received for reply, "No, sir it doesn't the Corporation." it belongs to There is a wide spread idea that there is nothing to be done 'with pur impressions except passively to experience them; that they involve no further c uty and carry with them no special responsibility. Nev er was there a greater mistake." They are, on the contrary, the gems and virtuous endeavour, lof all noble life given to us to nourish and develop! If 4e neglect to do tnis, ana sit contentedly enjoying the pleasure or enduring the pjain they bring, without realizing their meining or vitaliz ing them by the wholesonie air of active endeavor, w e do ourselves great injustice.' I and the world a WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNE Grand Tribute. The following ? grand and beautiful and eloquent tribute to the Rev. Dr. Bur ton, is an extract from the memorial ser mon preached by the beloved and popular Mr. John Cole, and we can't tell when we ever read anything more graceful and more beautiful. It is a gem, rich and polished and resplendent, and shows that it was dug from a mine of richest ore, and burnished with hands skilled in real artistic coloring. "Brother Burton was emphatically a preacher after the New Testament pattern. It is of him as a preacher, that I desire now to speak. If .our time permitted it would be a pleasing and profitable use of this occasion to speak ot him in the glory of his Christian manhood and to dwell up on his many superior qualities as a Chris tian gentleman. We would delight to draw the outlines of his bld arid manly character and then fill out the lines with all those excellences of refinement and virtue that made his life so rare and lov able in the eyes of those who knew him. It would gladden our memory of "him to turn to his many social amenities and think of him as we knew him in the sacred precincts of our homes, around the cheer ful hearthstone where ; he was always a welcome guest, with our children looking up into his face and receiving from him the lessons of a serene and benevolent wisdom. It would soften our hearts to re call the gentle accents of his voice and the tender fervor of his soul as he read the Holy Scriptures in our families and led the worship at our home-altars and besought the blessings of the covenant of our God upon us and our children. It would charm our better natures to recall the re finement and gallantry of his spirit when he stood in the presence of Christian woman hood. ; It would cheer our light mood, on a less solemn occasion than this, to tell of some of the bright and i piercing shafts of his wit and the amusing incidents connected with his , rich and varied ministry. But these we must leave to the social reunions of our friends in the years to .come when we shall trim our evening fires and speak of the joys that shall have passed. In those distant hours, his memory will be green and fragrant and full of delightful thankfulness that our God sent to our side and to walk in the path with us such a pure and knightly spirit. In speaking of brother Burton as a preacher, I am going to let love talk, but love shall be guided by truth. Pleaching was his great work, his chief business in this world. This he himself seems to have known and acknowledged. God made him to stand before men. He had many of the best gifts of a great speaker. He had a voice of most wonderful compass, full of cadence and sw eetness and yet of extraordinary power. I have not heard a voice of greater volume and yet of sweeter melody. There were the tender breathings of the zephyr, awaking the softest notes of the Aeolian harp; and then there was the swift and resistless energy of the Storm King, speaking with the voice of thunder. There was no tenderness of feel ings, there was no intensity of thought that might not be given every proper em phasis from his lips. He had a dome and face that marked a great mind. His chin and mouth and quick eye bespoke the ora tor one endowed with sovereignty over the thoughts and feelings of men. He was master of a pure English style. He read only the best authors: he studied only the great masters. There was well-nigh absolute perfection in his use of words There was no haziness or indistinct shad ows in the expression of his thought: all was define and clear and radiant with sun light. For luminous and forceful speech, I have not heard his equal. His intellectu equipment was of a high order. He had . i r i j great strengin oi rama: ana mere were profound depths to his soul. There was wealth of imagery and his thought that was exceedingly afractive. He possessed -rich and verdant imagination. His genius came home, like" the bee, heavy laden with honey from the shaded wood3 and bloom ing orchards. He loved the flowers and the brooks and the fields and the birds, . - and the flocks and the mountains and the Clouds: and he took these beauties ot na ture all the language otXJod to him, and the riches of grace, and w ith a deft hand, wove the most beautiful garb of. sacred oratory that ever bewitched our soul. A A. Baby. A London paper offered a large prize for the best definition of a baby that any of its readers might sendJn, and the first one we print is the one which received the prize V though we do not think it was the best: A tiny feather from the wing of love, dropped into the sacred lap of mother hood. The following is a selection from some of the best definitions submitted: ; ' The bachelor's horror, the mother's treasure, and the dispotic tyrant of the most republican household. A human flower untouched by the! finger of care. . . The morning caller, noonday crawler. midnight brawler. Father's rival in mother's love. A stranger with 'unspeakable cheek, that enters a hous without a stitch to his back, and is received with open arms by every one.';'," , - : The spring of the tree from , which will be brflt the bulwarks of our nation's future greatness. , A bursting bud on the tree of life. A bold asserter of the rights of free speech. .A. tiny, . useless mortal, but -without which the world would soon be at a stand still. The latest edition of , humanity, of which every couple think they possesses the finest copy. A native of all countries, who speaks the language of none. An invention for keeping people awake at night. A mite of a thing that requires a mighty lot of attention. , A diminutive specimen of perverse hu manity that could scarcely be endured if he belonged to some one else, but, being our own, is a never-failing treasure of de- light. : . A man or woman making a start in life. The unconscious meditator between father and mother, and the focus of their hearts. A daylight charmer and a midnight alarmer. - A wee little specimen of humanity, whose winsome smile makes a good man think of the angels. The sunbeam that drives dull j care away. A thing every body thinks there is a -great deal too much fuss about unless it is their own. The one thing needful to make home happy. , There is only one perfect specimen of a baby in existence, and every mother is the happy possessor of it. A mite of humanity that will cry no harder if a pin is stuck into him than he will if the cat wont let him pull her tail. A little stranger, with a free pass to the -heart's best affections. The most extensive employer of female labor. The pulp from which the leaves of life's book are made. A soft bundle of love and trouble which cannot do without. A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. The sweetest thing God ever made and forgot to give wings to. That which increases the mother's toil, decreases the father's cash, and serves as an alarm clock to the neighbors. A pleasure to two, a nuisance to every other body and a necessity to the world. A key that opens the hearts of all classes both rieh and poor, in all countries. That which makes home happier, love stronger, patience greater, hands busier, nights longer, days shorter, purses lighter, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, the future brighter. The Fair Sex. Harry When a woman is mad with you, you are likely to hear some plain truths from her. Barry Yes? H - I have observed it. Moreover, careful as she is about keeping from you the knowledge of how old she is ordinari ly, it seems she is not so cautious when in a passion. B. No? H. No. When she is thoroughly mad she never seeks to conceal her rage. SDAY MAY 18 892. Only A Little While. Reuben was thinking last night tbout the old days the old days when he was a boy ; when he had no conception of the world its immensity its responsibilities ; demands; its wickedness or its selfishness or its cruelty. He took an , hour off and went back to that happy and hallowed long ago to the time when onSunday he would go to Sunday school and recite verses which his mother haiL Jaught him to recitewhich he had learned at night the previous weekand he remembers j how many cards he used Jo have. He thought then that the cards were essential e fellow who received the most cards always got the best present and Reuben says that the Sunday school teacher urged 'em all to get cards. And they worked hard for the cards they were jealous and envious of the others who received more cards than the others even Reuben ad mits that when John Rout or Bill Latin or Charlie Douglass would get more cards than he got well, he had no use for those fellows just then. That was what the Sunday school teach er urged he wanted 'em all to get cards. That was all right. I Of course it was all right. It was teach ing boys to learn .verses in the New Testa mentshowing them the better way and yet theyiiad avarice in it; there were the ugly faces of greed and gain showing themselves and tha't at Sunday school. Since those sweet and innocent days Reuben has grown old. ite has seen the world. He has seen it on all its sides and in all its phases. He has sat at the bedside of misery and he has laughed at the table of happiness and joy and plenty. He has seen the demon rum take out the choicest flowers and he has seen innocence defile and debauch itself. But what strikes him most forcibly just now is the fact that the same race which was started at Sunday school years ago is .still being run. The struggle to day is for more gold for more cards. The fellow who receives the most gold is the winner to-day, the same as the kid who received the most cards at Sun day school was a winner then, j The same passion for gain to obtain no matter how, permeates the old man and the young man the same as the pas sion for the most Sunday school cards held then when they were young. And Reuben claims that the question comes home comes in a heap and comes all over. Does this miserable greed pay? If a man has enough to keep the wolf of hun ger from his door should he still pursue the phantom wealth and forget what he should do? Should he continue to pile away his money like Silas Marner piled it away? Docs it do him any good, and if it does what is the good except to satisfy a person al and cringing weakness of self? Why should one man with no more ability than another revel and riot inthe luxury of riches and why should a man who is a real geni us inhis line eat the crumbs 3 which the undeserving rich let fall from off their tables? Does not the patiable condition of Colonel Lazarus teach us something bet ter and something different? And then Reuben says that he supposes there is no use to kick. He says men with millions profess to read the Bible and pro fess to be Christiana and they read that a rich man can no more enter the kingdom of Heaven than a camel can thread the postern of a needle's eye but then that varse does not count. No, that was mark ed out by the proof reader. It is a mis take in print. And Reuben borrowed a dollar and left town. Durham Globe. Song; Of The Weekly; Editor. Work, work, work, From weary morn till night; And work, work, work. While the scissors are gleaming bright. It's hard, to be a slave, Along with the bear and Turk, Where we haven't th? cash to buy a grave When we haven't the strength to work! O, men with dollars bright! O, men with teeming till! It's not the paper you read to-night, But the editor's grccery bill! Work, work, work, In poverty, hunger and dirt; And all that he has for his labor Is a rail toad pass and a shirt! NO 6 A Great Event. Charlotte, N. C, May ii.WUh the usual vim and liberality with which this people is proverbial the grandest events In the history of the Old North State are booked to take place within the City's hos pitable gates beginning on the iSth init., and lasting for three days. A brief to the programme will enable your readers to grasp the extent and excellence of the en tertainment arranged for on the three great days. At is known thli will be the 117th Anniversary of the Mecklenburg Declaration, but while the Centennial of such events usually outstrip all other occa sions, it will be of interest to know that the 17 years in excess of Its 100th age of life that it has taken deeper root and pro duced an amount of patriotism and love for the pioneers of our liberalities, which has ripened Into an enthusiasm throughout the State both wonderful and commendable. Senator Vance estimates that the crowd here on the aolh will ' be up to 20,000, a sight in itself. But to the programme: On the ibth there will be a game of Foot Ball between College teams costing $300. A balloon ascension at midday by Prof. Hutchison, who will drop from his aerial carriage at an altitude ot 2,500 feet and when coo feet from the ground will open a para chute and descend. In the afternoon a League game of Base Ball between Char lotte and Columbia teams, both profession al clubs. At night the Wild West Show, introducing 53 Indians and 50 Cowboys. On the 19th, Gun club contests for $150 Tournament, participated in by 30 knights prizes $500. Another Balloon ascension -this time by Miss Grace. Shannon, who will also do the parachute act Base Ball at 4 p. m. At night the grandest display of Fireworks ever attempted in the South, winding up with the great pyro technic military display of "Seice of Pekin." This at a cost of $1,600. After the Fireworks are over, a Grand Ball will be held at the new City Hall, a feature of which will be the coronation of the Queen of Love and Beauty and the Maids of Hon or by the Hon. Henry Blount, of Wilson. On the 20th, Wild West Show in the morning, especially for ladies and children the Gun Club contests continued and a Sham Battle in which the leading military organizations will take j-art $560 worth of powder will be used. In the afternoon an Oration will be delivered bv Senator David B. Hill, of New York, followed by Senators Vance, Ransom, Butler, Voor hees, Daniel and others. At 4 p. m., Base Ball again. Closing at night' with the Wild West Show, in which will be pre sented ihe destruction of the homestead by Indians. The Orphan's Death. The night was dark and the wintry air Pierced through the walls of a hovel bare; Where an orphan lay in the bitter cold W ith tearful eyes, and her curls of gold; Shook as she sobbed, "keep me from harm And heavenly father make me warrr.." Then instantly burst on the dark mad night A flood of the purest celestial light; And the white robed choir from realm above, - Tuned their harps to the songs of love; Till music and light filled the dear old room Dispelling the darkness and cold and gloom. itt , The orphan smiled with a tender giace As she saw one with the holiest face, Who clasped her form in His loving arms And soothed her pain with His wondrous charms; Till she sweetly slept on her Saviours breast Finding the needed, the sought for rest. When morning came w ith It radiant light And vanished the poweis of sombre night; The people wept as they crowded round The frozen child on the frozen ground; For the music was gone, the angels had ' , fled .. ' , And the beautiful child lay cold and dead. Ernest If arte. 1- ' Not A Spendthrift. "And how do you sell your smile? asked Jones of old Mrs. Rougeump, who was presiding over a table at a fancy fair. - "A dollar a piece sir for the benefit of the poor." "Well, my dear madam, as It's for a good cause you may give me fifty cents worth." . c f V T
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