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r M A L KB "Our -4im t?i72 be, the People's Right Maintain Unaiced by Power, and Unbribed by Grain." WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY. JUNE 29, 1892. NO. 12 MERRY MORSELS. Glorious faisons. Jealousy. Why It Changed. Peradiso Regained. VOL. 11. ECTIONS f I. r BY HENRY BLO t ' - LINT. Punctuated with Pungent Points and Spiced with Sweetest Sentiment Fos are mist before they ate gone Loud talk is not allowed iij polite cir- cles. Anger begins in folly and pentance. An hour of pain is as long pleasure. ends in re as a day of The blast that blows loudekt is always over blown. Yes, Eddie, a bank suit should be made of check-ed goods. Would a prophet in Wilsod prove any profit to our community? We really would like to sea a few of the tears dropped by a crying evil Everything requires rest. Even storms must have their wreck-creation. It is said that cranberries will cure dys pepsia. That's sour opinion too The boy who sprained his lame excuse for not attending ankle had a school. Yesterday is a scholar in experience and to-day should profit by its teachings. Young lovers are fond of addition but it is said they hate like blazes three. the rule of When a man spends his list cent for whiskev he is said to be in a senseless con dition. The heart of a beautiful woman like that of a beautiful flower may be t he abode of a reptjile. A drove of oxen is sure to be herd from, although they may stee a long ways out of reach. A woman shuns a cow, noli because she is a coward, but because she wishes to cow-ward. The strongest pillar in religion is chari ty, and that temple would totter into ruins without it. Bury the faults of! your own short comings, and then you will be more leni ent and charitable in your judgment Virtue is a flower which grows in the garden of purity, and sheds the most de ughtful fragrance that ever sweetened home life. Without women man's tria s would be sew on his no one to doubled, for he would have to own buttons, and would have complain at. Don't make fun of a man because he has a hole in his pants. He may be a holy man after all and not wholly for the rent. respon sibl e A serpent's fang is a littl thing, but aeatn is frequently its ifctor v. The smallest thorn of slander can rLiin forever a woman's character. No community ran boast of more than one genius at a time, savs ah exchange. . . - 7- O " Since we've come to think about it we do teei mighty lonesome, and often find our sen sighing for companionship Hate plants the sharpest thcjrns that can be found in the path of hum J n existence, or when we learn to despise a fellow be a load of mg then it is we find what wretchedness we travel. have started out to Some proverb reads "no thoroughly p. tent and thoroughly occupied man is ever .miserable:" How about sera ching for a wide awake and unattainable flea, which is er ready to fleeth, and keepeth thee un "ouauv DUSy A KliThlir 1 Wilson lady, who speaks French with exqiisite purity and charming gracefulness c "Siy uuiisnea vouna on Sunday that she retained ler love for "nigner order f English bv speaking" of .. ueisy," as the d Mlcet Eliza- oeth. The pafns and trials o,i Hfe sweeten and beautify death fferings of and make as the heat hcuous and welcome, even d the dust and the burdens pnd the la- """Of the day make us lone fcr the mm. lng niSht; which brings us res F and. sweet- vnt number. un RADIANT REFL It was our sweet privilege to be pres ent at an entertainment recently given in Faisons, in which such beautiful and sparkling and lustrous jewels as the Misses Hicks, the Misses Holmes, the Misses Fryar, the Misses Devane and other maidens of equal attractiveness moved to and fro like a stream of silverest light, and who seemed as radiantly resplendent as if they had been rubbed over in the polish of a sunbeam . As we sat in their radiant presence and bathed our vision in the lustrous depths of their sparkling eyes eyes whose faintest glimmer would pale the glistening skies of blooming midnight they sent out Cupids on their wooing mission as sweetly as odors come when vernal breezes and passionate sun beams woo and kiss the budding flowers, and make them awake with the perfume of Springtime's richest bowers. And all hearts there present, judging from the flopping of our own, bent in fondest hom age and sweetest worship at the witchery robed shrines of these proud queens reg nant o'er the realm of feeling,and who were so royally distributing the regal charms of that Heaven woven and God crowned womanhood, whose ripe influence made every scene a bliss-bordered grotto of sweetest dreaming, and beneath whose glittering showers of dazzling splendors of genuine female worth the frosty embrace of prejudice (for a woman's is much bet ter) melted its icy incruscations from off the heart, and conquered all aversions to catnip tea, soothing syrup, paragoric, and other appliances incidental to those inevita ble and unceremonious midnight serenades, which sometimes harrow the bosom of sleep, and stir up expressions not found in the new version. But we started out to tell about the exquisite entertainment. The beautiful Miss Bessie Holmes con ducted the "Fan Drill" which was most admirably executed by a number of pretty maidens who were .indeed entrancing poems of seductive grace, and perfect symphonies of bewitching symmetry. Every movement was a rythm of beauty, every gesture a dream of grace. We looked and saw and was thrilled and enchanted, for we never beheld a more beautiful grouping of fascinating maidens, and as they moved hither and thither they seem ed as graceful as the wreathing smoke when yielding to the amorous breath of wooing zephyrs . After the Fan Drill was over the writer was very handsomely and felicitously introduced bv Mr. Faison, and after we had finished our chin music, it was deem ed advisable to refresh the audience with ice cream and cake, and then came in view another beautiful scene of enchant ment, for every moment, as it went rip pling by, caught on its dimpled bosom the twinkling gleam of some sweet dreams that nursed a brightness as rich as that of morn's own beams. The witchery laden smiles of beautiful maidens, the radiant flowing of animated conversation, and rills of merriest laughter breaking o'er the scene as sweetly as ripples of music from celestial choirs gave to the evening a sumptous feast of richest enjoyment, and long indeed will this evening's festivities dot 1 he green sward of memory with the most pleasing emotions. God's Way. When bitter bereavement comes and our loved ones are taken awav from us forever, we feel that the stroke, whih shattered the love-linked ties and produced the painful separation, was cruel and severe, and fell too heavily ?nd too harshly upon our bleeding heart: and in our anguish and torture we are apt o complain and to mur mur, and seem to forget that He doeth all things well, and that;his chastisements are but blessings in disguise and are sent for our good. Yes, we who have drank from the biggest chalice of bereavement, and sipped through the clinched lips of suffer ing its bitterest lees, know through a sad and sorrow-crowned, but sweet and bliss ful experience, that bereavement is but a bright and shining finger board, pointing Heavenward and that it leads our thoughts and affections away? from the perishing things of earth, and centres them upon those pure and sinless scenes of bliss in which our loved ones are basking. Yes, on waves of sorrow we float away to the celestial shore, and drown amid its ripples earth's wildest notes of woe. Of all the evil spirits that ever invaded the human bosom, and made it a place of torment and of wretchedness we think that jealousy is by far the most agonizing, the most torturing and the worst. Under its terrible influence Cain picked up the stick as though just to talk with it, and while Abel was watching some bird in the tree top, or gazing at some waterfall, down came the blow . of the first assassination which has had its echo in all the fratri cides, uxorcides, homicides, infanticides and regicides of all ages and all nations. This passion of jealousy so disturbed Qaligula at the prominence of some of the men of his time that he cut a much admired curl from the brow of Cincinnatus, and took the embroidered collar from the neck of Torquatus, and had Ptolomaeus killed be cause of his purple robe, which attracted too much attention. After Columbus had placed America as a gem in the Spanish crown, jealousy set on the Spanish cour- tiers to depreciate his achievement, and had his heart broken. Urged on by this bad passion, Dionysius flayed Plato because he was wiser than himself, and Philoxen- ius because his music was too popular, Jealousy made Korah lie about Moses , and Succoth depreciate Giden. Jealousy made the trouble between Jacob and Esau. It hurled Joseph into the pit. It struck the twenty-three fatal wounds into Julius Capsar. It banished Aristides. Put Antony against Cicero. Tiberius exiled an architect because of the fame he got for a beautiful porch, and slew a poet for his fine tragedy. Yes, jealousy turns home into hell, and translates the rythmic sweetness of the melodious current of affection's ministry into the seething billows of the angriest torrents or. nate ana accusation. it plants briars of distrust where flowers of perfect confidence should bloom and blossom in all their luxuriant richness of vigor and beauty and glory. It shuts out the sun light of hope and joy and happiness, and shrouds the heart in the ravless clouds of despair and sorrow and everlasting wretch edness. Stifle jealousy if you would have your life's current to flow as sweetly and as brightly as the murmuring ripples of a placid stream when its waters are only stirred by the wooing of gentlest zephyrs and the falling of softest sunbeams. Ripe Old Age, When the "three score and ten" have made their registry on the brow, and rob bed the rounded limb and robust frame of their elasticity ; when the eye becomes dim and the ear heavy, life with its varied scenes presents a changed aspect from that which it presented to the eye and to. the mind in the springtime of our earlier years. The varnish and veneering that concealed real character, by insensible stages, gradu ally fades away, leaving ugly scars and hideous features where innocence and beauty entranced the untutored and inex perienced eye when life was young and un suspicious, as we advance in vears things become stripped of ail that is meretricious, and are no longer rated at a fictitious value; tinsel and show and con- ventional politeness cease to deceive; and mere professions, which once misled our too trustful credulity, flattery and com- plimentary phrase are all duly discounted, and put down at their real value. Not that advancing years are necessarily sus- picious, but that the "mystical lore" of the evening life gives an insight into the real value of a thousand things whose intrinsic worth has been misjudged and over esti- mated by reasons of the false standards ap- pnea in determining tneir merits and ex- excellence. Long experience and observa tion, where the mind is free from prejudice, are great teachers. On the one hand they disabuse the mind of erly, misconception; on the other they foster and mature all the elements of knowledge implanted while the mind was in a plastic and formative state. It is only where there is a failure to heed the teachings of experience and ob servation that old age becomes querulous, morose, fault-finding, and censorious. There is nothing more attractive and beau tiful than a bright, cheerful, uncomplain- mg oia age. ir, is symoonzea m a gion- ous unclouded, autumn sunset, the dusk of - - -I the evening mingled with the golden light that flushes the w hole Heavens, as the sun sinks below the horizon, and leaves behind a mellowed stream of effulgent splendors to mark the pathway of a glorious day. We have had our picture taken, and with it we had a sad and bitter experience. We wanted that picture to look calm, 6erene, tranquil, placid, lovely and beauti ful in its sweet repose. We wanted a spirit of blissful peace and heavenly con tent to brood o'er every feature, and make our face wear a pure sweet, angelic expression so that admiring maidens would say as they gazed fondly and lovingly up on it; "Oh! what lovely and beautiful and blissful creations are rippling the current of his pure and sweet and glowing thoughts." And so, we stood before the glass for half an hour, trying to get up an expression. At last we felt as if wej had most felicitously succeeded, and took our seat. Marion Winstead, the most excel lent photographar, then took us by the head, and screwed it this way and that wav, raised our chin up and made us look as if we were trying to sneeze, and then pushed it down again right in the same place; then he looked up through the sky light and said he thought probably it would rain between now and next year this time, and then he took hold of us again and tried to make us sit deeper in . the chair. He then gave our head another, ' twist, screwed his clamps a little tighte?, told us to be natural and look pleasant, and then directed us to gaze for five minutes with out winking our eyes at a sign, on which was printed in very large letters: "Posi- tively no credit; no pay, no pictures." Who could feel happy and look pleasant under such circumstances? Not we, and so the angelic expression died away, the serene look faded, and when Winstead brought the proof in for us to see he re- marked that the excruciating scrowl on the face would suggest the apprehension that a tick had been crawling up our back and filling us with agony. We told him it was because of "no tick" here; and pointed him to the terrible sign which robbed us of an angelic expression, and spoilt what might have been a most beautiful picture. George's Experience- George has been strolling amid the en trancing delights of earth's sweetest Eden, and sipping its intoxicating and ravishing raptures, and at the same time he has been forced to feel the excruciating pain and desolateness of a sudden banishment from that love created Eden, as will be seen from the following effusion which he wrote while standing up, for be it known he is saddest when he sits: I placed her head upon my breast, And then I dreamed of Heaven and rest: When all at once she gave a yell, (The word to rythm with this is-well,) For then her pa came stepping in And raised me off this earth of sin; And shot me ten feet through the air, And left my girl just wooning there; I writhed, I squirmed, I sure did quake, For that stout kick did make me ache. Unshaken And Undisturbed. The peace which is born of religion and which has for its foundation the grantic mountain of faith is as calm and serene and bright and beautiful as those silver ripples of star-beams which play in spark- pHng lustre on every mountain peak, and which leaves a brightness and a beauty there undisturbed by the fogs and the va- Fs and the shadows and the gloom of the cloud curtained valleys below. And such a peace not only tints life with brightest gleams of comfort but it brings a repose to earthly trials as sweet as that blessed hush which broods over the blue iEgean sea, when the winds are gone arid the bilious are asleep. True. The tender rose bush of love ar.rot put forth its bud, and blossom into richest bloom when its pregnant trunk is embank ed with the chilling snows of cold indiffer ence, and neither can it send forth its sweet and delighful fragrance, when tht icicles of distrust are hanging around it with their freezing embrace. It must needs "nave the o, woa;r? breezes of encouragement to o whisper around it, and the balmy sunbeams o chee to bathe it.and then will burst the pregnant bud in glorious life, and a fra grance as sweet as the odors which per fume Paradise will trickle from its bloom ing bosom. , During our recent visit to Faison we enjoyed the hospitality of the courtly Col, Faison and his highly cultured wife, who is most radiantly adorned with the finest literary attainments, and who enter tains one most charmingly and delightful ly. And In addition to her own power to entertain, the charms and delights of her exquisite home wereenhanced by the presence of the Misses Ny da Hicks and Frankie Faisons, two of the sweetest and most fascinating ladies that ever threw witchery around human hearts. And so, while in that lovely home we basked and bathed in those enchanting and thrilling waves of rapture, that come rippling o'er that ocean of witchery which ebbed most beautifully in the radiant eyes of those charming young young ladies which made a heaven then, and whose influence made us almost feel thot we were really sipping the rubiest wines that were ever distilled in the sweetest retreat of Paradise regained. At The Base Ball Ground. Eddie's machine thus grinds again and fills our soul with sharpest pain: Theitcher had ai little ball, and It was white as snow, where the striker thought it was, that ball, it wouldn't go. It had a sudden inshoot curve, it had a fearful drop, and when the striker wildly struck, that ball it didn't stop. "Why does the ball fool strikers so?" the children all did cry, "our pitcher twirls the ball you know," the umpire did reply. k She Was. We overheard a girl remark to her beau, the other night that she was a great stick ler for euphony. And he gallantly re sponded, "Those three words you -for-me fill life with thrilling strains of soul-entrancing melody." And then she gulped down another spoon of ice cream, bit out a shoe-vamp like morsel of cake, and seemed contented and delighted with the f way matters were progressing. A Twilight Idyl. 'Tis sweet when the rose drops to sleep, And swift to its nest flies the dove, When the first star from Heaven doth peep, And bosoms are throbbing with love, To sit beside'your fair one who beams With the powerful sweetness that draws And glide into loveliest of dreams, As she tickles vour nose with straws. "It Sure Do It rather disturbes the unities for a lover to hear his girl talk about etherealized, friendship, the gossamer wings of Jove, the thin and permeable texture of affection and that sort of thing, and then 6ee her sit down and eat a big hunk of roast beef. four biscuits, a good large plate of cold greens, and a big saucer of raw onions. Not A Real One. .During a lull in the game of ball which is played every afternoon in front of our office one small boy 6aid to another S. 15. "Say Jim, did you ever see a circus," No. Bill, not a real one, but I aw a lady trying to get over a fence to day . A WashinKtonian Cackle lation. 'Ah!" said the barny aid rooster, gazing admiringly on a bran-new brood of young chickens, Vwhose work U this?" Then the sitting hen turned her head modestly and said: "I cannot tell a lie, sir; I did it with mv little hatchet." The Wa3' They Say. Howdy, howdy, how do you do, I want an ofllre and I love you. Shake, shake, as much as you please, but Sum merlin's shakes doth give most ease. r i
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