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J v 1 J ) 1 yj I : - ' "Out , Aim will be, the People's 'RigTa Maintain Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Grain." WILSON lirORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, JULY 13 1892. NO. 14 trOL. 11. MERRY MORSELS. AND RADIANT R EFLECTIONS BY HENRY BLOUNT Punctuated with Pungen Points and Spiced with Swec eete st Sentiment Did Cataline his own pants? Caution is. the father of securit Talent is often hjd, audacity Fine brajns are often kept in a sel. . . : never. poor ves- 'The jriik oif human kindness never sours. . - Flowers are the foot prinis of the angels. . I All watch dealers belong to the sell tick:racev. - ! Did. Desdemona kiss Othello for his smother?: Honesty is the guardian angel less character. Jof a stain- True refinement is the graceful foliage of high culture. j . ' A profane upstart is .the man down on a bent pin. who sits The butter on which the mdst hair is found is the billy goat. The mere fact of a man having a fussy wife should not induce him to lid uor. Don.Tt despise little things. An insect can sting, and an atom can cast a shadow. Love Is the coloring which gives to ex istence the most exquisite timings of beau ty. - .'! ' r ' Ladies are not entitled . to - bare arms when they have to load them with pow der. '', "' When Calphurnia first met he seize her and embrace her there. . sesar did then and 1 Every deed of kindness is a lustrous and fadeless gem in the glittering glory. ; ;n V crown of 1 he most brilliant and , moss beautiful flowers sometimes bloom in places. ; In writing, the absence of the lowest Is small a thing as a comma often makes a comi-cal blunder. Poverty becomes a stern rea ity, when jbu are' compelled to wear a patch on the : seat of your pants. The stream of religion flows deeoer or shallower as th channel of the Sabbath is opened or neglected. How brilliant must Heaven be when the dazzling carruscations of noon t shadows of its splendors. de are but pleasure, habit we Self denial is the most exalted and when we conquer an evil gain our greatest triumph!. A n ryous girl wants to knq w how to the nose. cure a tickling sensation about Why, get him to shave off his rhoustache. A fellow writes that he "has a penchant for poetry." While we know all poetry is a pen chant, still hi pen shant bother us. A boy fell off the fence the (other day nto a bunch of brambles, and wks nettled oy iheoccurrence. We hope thistle be a warning to him'. - i When a lawyer's effects ate , burned down it Is said they never rise sgain from the ashes. J We presume it is because there is no fee-nix about them.- i Hejvas-a tramp. "Of what casket when the jewel is gone?" ed as he .quaffed the content Pint flask, and then shied the cat. : use is the he remark- of a half- vessel at a Rel igion is a christian! starlight in the mght of trouble and sorrow, and its silvery jstreams of comfort tell of thl everlast- ng fountains df light that feed the crystal u -H iueinat flows by the God. 1 Throne of Twilight is that unseen an noiseless puots our thougnt i on bless- voyages o'er tendered seas ol I memory, and aiU us around those precio Ules of ',C PSt' on which sweetist flower. blossbmed. - The tears, which ar u . u : mU,. , . " . , ' V'c eye ox --v rC Ke light clouds, floating over a heaven of t.r ! m. . ' v " , mo- - vneir gl0ry hat they may shine with lustrt than before. . 7 t I I A Delightful Entertainment. The entertainment, - given on Friday night for the benefit of the Baptist church, was a brilliant success. The music was sweet and ravishing, and intoxicated the senses with a delirium of delight. Our home ladies beamed upon the occasion like stars df resplendent lustre, and won admiration by the richness of their bril liancy. We have not the space to speak of them individually or give praise to the music they so delightfully rendered. But we must speak of the radiant jewel from Tarboro, Miss Lizzie porter, who lent her brilliant powers to enhance the glory light of that occasion. When she made her first appearance she seemed so modest,' so sweetly unassuming, so unconscious of her powers, so irresistibly attractive, so majestically graceful and so bewitchingly lovely that $lt hearts bowed in fondest worship before her shrine of enchantment. But when she began to sing, and when our senses floated out on her pure, deep, swell ing, thrilling, transporting tides of melo dy, then it was we forgot the entrancing charms of her magnificent womanhood, and while listening to the exquisite carol ings of a Heaven-sent angel, we knelt in idolatrous worship before the translated divinity, for everything that was pure, sweet, chaste, refined, exquisite and beauti ful was brought out in highest develop ment, and made to impart.' if possible, ad ditional lustre and richer splendor to the many gems of merit which bejeweled her magnificent coronal of excellence, and which she wears with such reeal grace and charming witchery. Her glorious voice arose in full orbed splendor on Friday night, and , flooded the occasion with all the luminous wealth of its chastened and mellowed glories. - The "Flower Girl" reached every heart in the audience, for the notes -that came rippling from her flute-like throat, were as. sweet as the odors shaken out from the' bosom of Heavenly .flowers by the rustling wings of hovering angels. She made the finest impression, and every body sings her praise in strains of fondest admiration, for she is indeed a jewel of rarest worth and radiance, and set in a magnificent casing at that. As said above we have not the space to speal&jpf our home talent, and tell of those admirable recitations and those exquisite streams of melody arhich ebbed through the senses, and v left sensations there almost as sweet and as lulling nd as soothing as those which flood a maiden's bosom, when kissed-linked hearts have made a channel for the intermingling of those waves of endearment which ripple so entrancingly and so beautifully upon the deep throbbing ocean of love. But we can't, for it would be as difficult almost as painting on canvass the splendors of morning when the orient is bathed in floods of light, or the glories ot eve&ipg when fleecy clouds rush to the very brink of the sky, and catch upon their tender cheeks the last roseate kisses of deDarting sunbeams. And we can't particularize, or point out the individual merit of our home talent any better than w e could go at night, and, looking up into the star-lit heavens above, all tremulous with throbbing fires, tell wh'ch one of .those glistening gems has flung upon the b row of night the rich est beam of spaYkling light. And as all these stars combined in one hormonious grouping to make up the matchless splen dors of night, so all, who participated in this delightful entei tainment, contributed to the grand success, by uniting their pow ers to make it perfect and complete. And this is no puff for free tickets, f :r we paid our way at the door, and, for once in our journalistic life, passed in like a gentle man . A Glorious Scene. .Last Saturday afternoon we strolled with' a pure and sweet and lovely maiden through our beautiful and beloved Maple wood, and enjoyed in perfect and speech less rapture one of the most exquisite scenes of beauty that God ever painted up on the sky. The whole western horizon looked as-if the most beautiful dye pots of Heaven had been upset and had leaked through on the clouds, which seemed, in their variegated timings, like so many golden islands of gorgeous colorings, asleep on the bosom of the etheral ocean, and dreaming, as their changing colors would seem to Indicate, of the glories and the beauties and the splendors of Heaven's own matchless pointing. Yea, the golden gates of sunset were indeed arched in gorgeous drapery, which seemed as if it had been , woven in looms of Heaven and stretched out there by angel fingers, glory tipped. And then the eastern sky began to beam with a serene and mellow radi ance, for just then the full orbed moon be gan to arise in all her chastened glory and tranquil loveliness.and as she scattered from her pure brow the softest spray of mellow light, she seemed like Aphrodite rising from the waves, and shaking the water from her dripping tresses. Clouds began to group about this lovely queen of night, and on each one she dropped a smile of light, and made them glisten with the silvest timings of richest waves of lus tre. But all at once these clouds a deeper tint and more roseate hue put onj for the moon, it seemed, had just seen the richer glories the sun had scattered around the crimsoned doors of his effulgent chambers of rest, and, seeing such magnificent color ings, bowed her placid face and blushed at the silver tintings her own mild beams had dropped upon the clouds which had drifted around her throne. And as she blushed, they too, in sympathizing mood, caught the deep reflection, and changed their silvery tintings into a 6ubdued and mellow and rosy" glow, making one of the loveliest and moat beautifuk scenes tha ever welcomed night to the portals here below. And as this pure maiden was her self an object of man's fondest admiration it was difficult to tell which we enjoyed most, the entrancing beauty and loveli ness of tranquil moon-light scene or the transporting witcheries of her conquering charms. Both were deliciouslv enchant ing, and made us dream of Heaven and its angels. After this exquisite repast of de licious enjoyment we repaired to our room, but the night was too beautiful to be lost in sleep, and so we took our seat at the window to enjoy the mellowing and tran quilizing charms of the Heaven-kissed moon-lit scene. The night, so calm and lovelv and silvery tinted, seemed like one of Heaven's own pictures of peace and rest in the studio of the angels. Yes, the night was indescribably beautiful, and rode through the sky in regal splendor. Scat tered stars were the diamonds worn. A fleecy cloud of faintest blue was the be witching drapery which fell in graceful folds about her, while sweetest breezes, from grottoes built of flowers, came flying on wings of odors, and stiireJ into tremu lous ripplings the silvery hair which hung dazzling down from her stainless brow of radiance. It was a scene borrowed from the picture gallery of Elysium, for it real ly seemed as if it had been angel hung. Decidedly Wrong. Innovation is the order of tne day, and some glorious old usages are being either dispensed with, or so altered as to work out almost a perfect transformation. They have not only changed the way of pro nouncing but even the way of spelling. The simplest wols are being tampered with. And now the.se crazy spelling re formers are trying to persuade people lo spell kiss with one s. The attempt will be a failure. The man who lifts a fingei, so to speak, to shorten a kiss, will bring upon himself the hatred of the rising generation. The tendency is rather to add more s's. That is to make the kiss a yard and a half or two yards long, or as long as a strong young man can hold his. breath. If the kissing spell is shortened other in fringmerts will be maae and the next thing we hear of will be that wooing and cooing and all those other little endearing toopsy-woopsities, which make up that blissful dreaming which antedates the union of two souls with but a single thought, will be removed from that enrapturing nearness which preseives the melody of two hearts beating together in one un broken harmony, and the w hole process of love will be consigned to the freezing agency of the telephone and carried on at a disgusting distance. We are "agin it," and it ought lo be frowned down. A Pay Shantly Tiling. 'Can't ycu pay me to-day f" said the in corrigible dunner. "Oh," said the badlv dunned man, "You must wait patiently for your money." "It is th pav-shant.ly business what ails me now," replied the disappointed fel low, as he turned sadly away. Two Terse-ions. A bashful maiden, 'with poetical aspira tion, entered the sanctum and handed Eddie the following bit of glorious effu sion which she proposed to read. Eddie placed his No. 14 feet on the table before him in order to ward off an attack should she become infuriated at the change which he would make. After glancing at hit feet a moment in wonder and amazement she began; "The moonbeam fall with silvVy glint up on the bosky dell, The kissing winds of Summer bear the sound of tinkling bellr And from afar there gleams a star that seems fore 'er to keep A watch and ward, and evec gjard the lives of those who sleep. "A maiden stands beside the one 6he Iov- eth best of all; .' The world td her is bright and fair and life hath ne'er a pall. 'I love you well ah, need I tell?' she says in accents low Across hei face the blushes chase each . v. other as they go." "Don't you think this is nice?" said she. "Pretty fair," said Eddie. But things don't always go as smoothly as that. I think your verses would read better if they were modernized so to speak. 'How would thev read then?" "Well, about like this: "The sunbeams strike' with mighty force upon the blue washtub, The kissing winds of Summer make the f aimer want his grub, And from the vail there comes a wail of mortal sore distressed ; Some little boy, a mother's joy has struck a hornet's nest. "A maiden stands beside the tub she : hateth worst of all. The world to her is full of soap and bitter- ness and gall; An angry flirt she gives the shirt, and says in accents low: Gosh darn the dog-goued washing day I wish 'twould ever go!" The door slammed. There was heard a vigorous, violent rushing of skirts, a stormy ebulition of wrath spurted from exasperated Hps, and a furious maiden, with all the poetry in the soul in ruin laid, was seen rushing out of the Court House yard. Some thought that an infuriated cow had frightened her, but Eddie knew what drove her so wildly along. She could not stand his poetry. Indeed she couldn't. A Precious Truth. The gentle sex may be as delicate as the? flower and as frail as the dew drop and as tender as the down upon the thistle, yet,the strongest and most powerful man will yeild to the influence of a true and tender and delicate woman, and be cbn trolled by her ministry, even as the biggest and tallest oaks the very monarchs of the forest will yield to the wooing caresses of the gentlest breezes, and bow their graceful branches in recognition of their presence. And man yields to woman be cause he knows her to be hs God sent, guardian angel, and that in her blessed ministry alone can he find a beautiful type of pure, celestial happiness. Yes, oders of celestial innocence breathe through all her blessed ministry, for when the. glorious Priestess of Heaven did visit earth and start the beauteous gleam of a heavenly glory and a heavenly beauty here, she found one shrine, and only one, whereon to build her fires, and make some sweet amends for ab sent Heaven, and that one shrine was precious woman's precious bosom. And no man, whose head has ne'er been pillowed there, has ever had a perfect dream of Heaven. To Summer. Eddie tried to go to sleep on Sunday af ternoon, but failed, for a thousand flies hung around his pale, ;sweet, kiss worn lips and chased sleep from hia eye Jids. Then t'ddie arose and his muse did say : CJh, summer, you're a lovely time, " Your faults are very few, The greatest and the worst of crime ' I that you've fliea on you. Cheering.. The sky is frequently dark and gloomy. Clouds of disappointment gather there, and fling their shadows down. But even then rainbows of cheeV will frequently come to ensliver the gloom with the beautiful tint ing of their iridescent glories. Tls true the road of a poor editor is hot and dry and dusty, but sometime the perfumed winged zephyrs come laden with the melody born in the musical rippling of gurgling waters, and he takes cheer and hope, and feels re freshed and strengthened for the journey before him. Yes we forget past burdens past trials, past disappointments when we take up an esteemed and highly valued exchange and read. such generous expres sions as the following, which bubbled up out of the big, noble heart,of the gifted edi tor otthe Winston Daily Sentinel, when he published the following undeserved, but still most highly appreciated compli ment, as his leading editorial in that excel lent paper on the 5th of July : "The New York World has stretched out its universe reaching arm and picked up a most interesting item about a North Carolina journal and journalist. In last Sunday's issue of the World there ap peared a column and a quarter sketch of our esteemed -effulgent and corruscaling cotemporary, Henrv Blount's radiantly dazzling Wilson Mirror. The Mirror is veritably the French plate glass issue in North Carolina Journalism. The Images reflected from its polished columns are al ways pleasing to the eye. We have read of the stories of the ancient Friar Bacon and his magic glass, in which fair women and beautiful things, though far away and in other worlds, could be reproduced as if immediately at hand. Henry Blount is a second Friar Bacon and the Wilson Mir ror is his magic glass. A glimpse into the Mirror reveals a Paradise Regained, where the fairy, airy forms of Carolina's beautiful maidens and charming matrons are enthroned as queens of hearts, the central figures in a background of loveli ness, painted with colors richer than the blushes of the rose, the cerulean of the sky, the azure of the distant hills, the sparkle of the olamond, the clearness of the crystal, the whiteness of the lily, the nut brown of a hazel eye and the iridescence of the bow that spans the Heavens. . Henry Blount Is a philosopher who looks always on the sunny side, and the Mirror Is nev er troubled with ennui." Bang, Bone Bung. Girls, listen! We have bad news for you. The seductive bangs, the bewitching bangs, the transporting bangs, in which Cupid found his sharpest arrows to pierce the hearts of poor male bipeds, and make them kneel in homage at your shrine yea, the bangs, the nestling places of such sweet mischief, are doomed and must Inevi tably go. The fashion leaders of the East have begun to discard It, and when they discard a thing that settles the business. We are sorry. Abused, ridiculed and pro foundly condemned as it was by mankind in general, we are always a friend of the . bang, the beautiful, frizzled, entrancing bang, and we mourn its untimely fall. The reign of the bang has been a glorious one. Its conqnests have been innumerable,' and its mash legion. The Dolly Varden mashed its hundreds and the Mother Hub bard its thousands, but verily the bang has scooped in its terns of thousands, even from the ranks of the inters. Under its reign marriages, have doubled, and divorces trebbled their numbers, but since it Is doomed to fall, old maids will covereth the face of the earth as locusts of Egypt, and the dashing grass widow will cease from the walks of fashionaMe life. Oh! ye de poll ers, give us back our beautiful bang . Beloved bang, so sweetly bung; Unto you we've faithfully clung. As over white foreheads you lovingly hung, Beautiful, beautiful bang, bong, bunf. The Cause. For two days Eddie has been moping about the office, and when he was asked the cause of his inward uneasiness and in ternal restlessness he took a pencil and gave his condition this appel-atlon : Now the unripe apple. With the small boy doth grapple; And it it sure to make 2 - His lower bosom ache:
The Wilson Mirror (Wilson, N.C.)
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