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"Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain unawea by rower, ana unortoea by Gain, WILSON) NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, JULY 20. 1892. VOL. .11 NO. 15 MERRY MORSELS. AND RADIANT REFLECTIONS BY HENRY BLOUNT. r-.ctuaied with Pungent Points Pu and Spiced with Swd etest Sentiment A b A :crsev.- what. he r.psl A-'ra.v Uu is easily destroy dd. Aoe m .ker has a sure Mi'-' Tr '.amen should be well trained. omfort. pi,,;,,, j to me' are had buv words. ' Ahen i- the i.iy-dy of the barn yard. Theto.v- we sued in piay are V olun teers. in will 'in n a child i:i!o a fcroan rer- son.' , 'v k. .i'.c. we never saw a jurcau a liuat. " When; rulor Ull it. IS o v snear m- dustrv. A Vviue awake nat is one wi hout any (fancy on nap about it. a Eddie sii y s that the weakest earLh is im'uncy . No, Eddie, a widow can not be called a njiss in any thing Ourpimster says that a man with a cork leg is always remembeied. A wife is the angel of home and her ministry is like a blessing from A poet wants to know where Heaven. the fleecy clouds are woven. In air-looms of course, not be a NoEddie, a blind man. could good fortune teller for he. is not a good seer. . I . , j Men love to hear of their power, but have an extreme disrelish to be told of their duty. Women are pleased when ikened to birds. It is dangerous to call a woman an old hen. There ought to be a law passed that rail way resturant keepers shall date their ap ple pies ; ' Knowledge without, discretion is like force without direction never useful but by accident. We consider this business making fun of women who catch sight of a mo ise a hol ler mockery, It is a serious thing that on the railroads it is the freight rather than the steam that makes the cargo During the hottest day in Summer there is aiwaysa cold snap when a piece of ice falls on the floor It is said that the size of men's pants is to be increased. Even at that th'ev will be nothing to the sighs of the fe can't get a new pair. Hope gilds the sky of youth VI 1 iria - 1 . a m low who with the ciy lusue oi coming joy; memory auorns it with the golden dust flJmg up by the flight of age in its passage tc j eternity. We never could understanc why a flower-bell was suspended over a couple during a marriage ceremony. I seems to us that if vhey siood under a pair tree it would be more appropriate . T.Pttrii- t 1 i vo.-ma ucaru ac momer s Knee are nev er 'wholly erased from the tablets of the i they form little sprid from wnich gush a sparkl i ng f on ntain pf bless- '"s tna: never run drv in ail our journey- In:-;s through scorching years, f . Aninc 2ieen menilnws rf ip. ;firr.ool of fecti - - .vvipLvvii ai ion. wreathed bv the vefresl fng dews "omeo endearment, and warmed, bv the Sc-nial heart beams o purest devotion, will mvi' : luAiiaiii. uty and fragrance the precious flowers conjugal peace and contentment irutn, honesty and Virtue are e,0l'ht.1 shining marble steps that lead Pto that glittering temple of stainless on which the sunlight of God's beau Sr"'1C8 a" in a ha1 Ci radiant d"y, a.id-in which angeiic whisperings le ard :n all their sweetest tencerness. ',u -"'"itiari whost e vision s faithlit, ony1" shadovVS s 11 at the U,hVtip nnt, for ie , approach earnings - ...ii:in: -jnoursis of Res u rrection's f t:,oer-; noru tniiver the cfo of life's ;"en s-cn; u-ril mike: it bright and Our Boyhood's Home. We akvavs have a delightful ' time in dear old Nash. The i open and generous hospitality of its big hearted citizens, and the exquisite charms of i'.s lovely and beau tiful daughters make a visit to its precious bordei-s replete with sweetest and highest enjoyment. Yes, it always puis us in a good frame of mind to turn our face to war J.s dear old Nash, for as toon as Ave tread its hallowed soil we feel like Mc Gregor when he stood once more upon his native heather and viewed again-the famil iar peaks of old Ben Lomond. And thi3 makes dear old Nr.sa a sweet a.d precious and hallowed shiine for us, for a vi-it there always rolls the stone of oblivion from the sepulchre of the pa l, and resurrects again the blessed memories which thread the joy on ; s -enes c. bo-'hoo-i's h.ir-v hours. Yes, we se agaiii the ohl hotne'of child hood, and oh, how swwl and sacred and precious does iz seem to- us as we view it through the mv-t oi tears which comes rising up from the mournful river of sad dest memories. There slamls the old homestead, where our boyhood's happy hours rippled along on joy-iit tides of de light, and when the blight and cloudless future stretched far away in the roseate distance, mellowed by the tinting of the richest flowers of hope, and gladdened by the minstrelsy of everv bird of cheer. Like glory painted butterflies then, we on ly looked for the flowers, not once dream ing that they had thorns which would one day prick our sore and tenUGr fingers. Yes, the stream of life was then so clear, so blight, so pelucid, so beautiful, and little did we think that that very stream, which was then catching upon its brilliant bosom such sparkling ripples, would one day flow over mire and bog- and mud and slime, and have its muddy current loaded with trash and driftwood and worthless bark, where once the bright and frolicking dim ples danced so merrily and so beautifully. But such is life, and we have lived long enough to find out that the clearest and brightest stream flows over some mud, and, that every current strikes against some shaipand pointed rock. Yes inLo each life some rain must fall; some days must be sad and dreary. And there is no one, it matters not how cold and callous his heart may have become by the sordid greed of the world, but what will soften and mellow and grow tender when the flood tide of holy memories bear his thoughts back lo the hallowed days of boyhood, and seen through the mist of ir repressible tears, the dear old home, where all of its . cherished associations comes back to memory as a palpable reality. Seen in the distance we invest .it with a charm and fascination that has a kinship to the Eden of innocence and beauty in which our first parents spent the morning of life, ere the blight of the curse had des poiled the Paradise of its fragrance and bloom. Fancy invests each well remem bered object with a graniture of bewitching loveliness. All the dark days are forgot ten. No sigh of sorrow ; no pang efpam; no tear of bitterness; no blasted hopes; ho blighted prospects are recalled. We see nothing but that which is clothed in the habiliments of beauty jnoting that is cold, or repulsive. The past the dear, sweet, hallowed past comes back again, and we live over the days that were without a cloud, and when every ripple in life's cur was a ryihm of delight. True- It is noticable that the cat who mounts the ridge pole of a wood house and sits apart at the concert, and is wrapped in thoughtful, abstracted silence until the programme is nearly through, beats all, when he does come in. with a wail that GUI-die's the blood in a frozen beet and roues all the others members of the troup to a verv agony of frenzied emulation. A Bud Blunder. A reporter wrote for his paper a descrip tion of a ball, and in spaking of ihe reign ing belie he said: "Her dainty feet were encased in ho?s that might have been taken forfairy boots." But the blunder ing compositor made it resd: "Her du ty feet were encased in shoes that uvglit hav?r Ye for r-rrv- .oa .:' I Chanty. Dearer than Hope, whose . lofty purpose soars To heights celestial, bearing thence the kevs That shall unlock the everlasting doors; Stronger than Fauh, whose swifter vis sion sees Revea!ed bevond God's ancient mvs leries. Yea more, and greater, lives the power sublime Of Charity, existing but to bless, Whose benedictions fall on everv clime, Whose victories over sorrow and dis tress Are all begotten oi s wee est tenderness. Long since its presence crowned the sim ple faith Of one v. Ifo welcomed angels unawares; But since the world's Redeemer bowed in death, Breathing forgiveness in IIis latest prayers, Ail love a nobler consecration bears! The ages pass for never yet becalmed I lath anv life stood changeless through the years, And' nations vanish, but their woe, .em balmed Too oft with costly frankincenee of tearsr Into no dark oblivion di?appears.j God marks the evil and around His throne I Angels of judgment on His counsel wait; Yet justice guides not His decrees j.lone, Still Charity long suffering doth bate,. His holy wrath, on earth were desolate. Still through the world its power de-; lights to bring Light unto those whom sin hath blinded long; ' t. Where'er it moves glad wells of blessing spring, ; ' . Its kindly nature makes all weakness strong, Alltighs the preludes to diviner song. Oh, Love, whose fullness rules the joy of Heaven, Yet stoops redeeming lo a world un- blest, V; Let thy sweet influence live in souls for given, Till answer ng only Love's divine be hest The world shall own thy sway, and be at rest ! " Soon shall the light of that fair dawn arise Wherein as planets pale before the sun, The flowers' of Faith unmissed, shall close their eves, Seeing the eyes of fruition won; And Hope shall pass away, its mission done. But Charity immortal shall abide, Though none may need its ministrations there, And each dear service Love hath sancti fied, Exalted thus Heaven's victories to share, The guerdon of immortal life shall wear! A Fact. When the conscience is forever pricking at the sore which the perpetration of a grievous wrong has left upon the sensibili ties, the gentlest touch of lenderest and friendliest hand gives piognant pain and an guish, and in the incurable and ungovern able irritability which is thus engendered, the poor, wretched, miserable and heart lacerated beings fume and fret and grunt and growl, and fling their venom far and near. Like troubled wasps they feel like stinging everybody, for stung them selves by the incisive nettle of the inexcus able wrong which conscience keeps forever bleeding thev become perfect! v wild and furious in their blind and reckless rage, and sting a friend as they would a foe. Bather Pungent "I saT Josh, as I was going down the treet Ihe other day, I saw a tree bark." Coh W:U I saw it hollow." "That's ro'.hing. I aw th ame iree leave.'5 Yo;' did? Hid i take it' trunk with it?". Tender Thoughts. Little children! Who does not love them? A bright-eyed boy, or a rosy cheeked girl; cold indeed must be the heart that is not drawn to one of these. What is more innocent than a cherry countenance of a little child-one across whose ruddy lips an unholy word has never passed? No unkindncss in that little heart. No treachery. No spiteful revenge. It knows nothing of the care sorrows and heartaches of a deceitful world. It confides implicity in its earthly parents and this teaches the christian a beautiful example of trust in the Heavenly Father. Children are God's jewels, placed in 'bur keeping the golden fetters that hold together the volume of wedded bliss. How it moves the heart to love and high- er aspirations when the man of family goes home from his daily avocation, to see the bright faces, cither a.t the window or door, wreathed with smiles and joy to wel come his coming! When they climb up on your knee, and their tender little hands clasp your nck, and their soft -little faces press against yours in Warm affec tion, and you can. feel the throbbing of their young hearts; what can be more en trancing! v endearing? How sweet their in nocent, merry childish prattle! Parents, those who now enjoy the companv of lit tle ones, love them more. You will never know how much vou can love them until they are called away. Angels they seem. Blessed visitants from Heaven to soothe, calm and allure your harsher spirits.to the melodies of the happy land. All over this beautiful land there are desolate hearts that feel as though the pall of night were upon them. Even while these thoughts are being placed on paper, tears are falling and littlegraves are open ing to receive the caskets of some treasure, torn from loving hearts. Yet there shines a light-upon these little mounds. In the sweet promise of the gospel, the shadows flee away, and we discern a tinge of glory, like a finger of gold behind a dark cloud. God directs the fall of even a little spar row, and he orders, in his own wisdom, the sad event that tears from bleeding hearts the little one they so much love, but "Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven," and all is well with the children whom the Saviour gathers home. Whistling Women. Some writer says that the whistling wo man does not generally come to a bad end. Quite as often as any other girl she learns to whistle a cradle song, lowland sweet and charming,1 to the young voter in the cradle. She is a girl of spirit, of independ ent character, of dash and flavor; and as to lips, why, you must have some sort of presentable lips to whistle; thin ones will not. The whistling girl does not come to a bad end at all (if marriage is still ' con sidered a good occupation,) except uberant young life by this rascally proverb. Even if she walks the lonely road of life, she has this advantage, that she can whistle to keep her courage up. But in a large sense, one that this practical age can under stand, it is not true that the whistling., girl comes lo a bad end. Whistling pays. It has brought her money , it has blown her name about the listening world. Scarce ly has a non-whistling woman been more famous. She has set aside the adage. She has done so much toward the emancipa tion of her sex from the prejudice created by an ill-natured proverb which never had root in fact. But has the Whistling wo man come to tay? Is it well for women tb' whistle? Are the majority of women likely to be whistlers? These are serious questions, not to be taken up in a light manner at the end of a grave paper. Will women ever learn to throw a stone? There it is. The future is inscrulable. We' only know that whereas they did not whistle with approval, now, they do the prejudice of generations gradually melts away. And woman's destiny is not linked with t hat of the hen, nor to be controlled by a proverb perhaps not by anything. Why Is It. In many instances life is a waste of wearisome hours, which seldom the roe of enjoyment adorns, and the heart, that is soonest awake to the flower?, is l-ay the fir.t to be touched bv their thorn. Christ's Humanity. When we study our blescd Saviour, and reflect upon his 'own sweet ministry, and his tenderness and sympathy for poor weak humanity, our own humanity U en larged and exalted, and purified by the sublime exhibition of ChrNt, humanity. He loved the race not the genial and pleasant aiotie, not the lofty and cultivated alone, not the attractive and the heavenly mindcd alone, no: admirers and friends, for he had none among mankind before He gave Himself for us; but publicans and sinners, malefactors and harlots, hypocrites and murderers; the ugly, the bac, the bru tal, the inl.'rna! loved through all wretched obstructions Of utter worthlen- ness and unprincipled meanness loved the jewel, man, that Was in the swine's snout of filthiness and sin ; and knew that no otherwise could he save the man than by giving Himself for him. So miut you believe. If you would do good to vour race, you must love mankind, if you would make that love effectual, you mu: give yourself for the race. Christ's love was no weak, teaiful sentimeritausm ; it w as ro bust and enduring. 4Be clothed and fed;'' but He hunted starvation out of its holes, and carried His blessings persistently to the evil and thankless. He waded in bloody mire of the horrible bahlc-ffeld to prove that his love was not emptv word of fancy, but real a I powerful, ji dominant principle, that was ready to t o its great saving with no thought of recompense or applause. - , Very Kind. The Columbia Record is kind and gener ous enough to say: j4The Wilson Mirror is a gem of typographical beauty, while the beautiful creations of the brilliant and po etic Henry Blount, whose fountain of hu mor is forever bubbling and refreshing; whose wit is forever sparking and enliven ing; whose flower of sentiment are always" blooming and fragrant, make it one of the most enjoyable papers that we have ever seen. We don't know what the versatile Blount is best fitted for, for he moves with graceful ease in any sphere he chooses, and writes most beautifully and reallv grandly on any subject that he takes up. He is a genius, and, with it all, one of the cleverest, best hearted and sunniest natures we ever knew.'' . Kpxed In. "Uncle Henry, can you teach a rope any thing?" said Budgie the other day as we entered the house. "What a foolish, question," we answered, not once dreaming that he had forgotten his mother's threat tp punish him if he ever attempted another pun. '' "Oh, said he,"' as he got up and opened the door so that he could slip away from her slipper in case an Is-sue was raised, "I think a rope can be easily taut," and for fear we would not catch on he began t-a-u-t, while -h's mother groaned aloud in her agony. The Old, Old Story. You flew into my empty heart, And nestled there, You never stopped to ak my, leave, Or if I'd care. I pondered oft -if I should keep "So fair a thing, Or should I send you forth to roam ; On wearied wing, But while I po.ndreu you still stayed 'Til now I know My heart and I would know no peace If you should go. Two Jewels Abroad. The coronet of Rocky Mount's loveli ness now glistens with two of Wilfcn most resplendent jewels the exquisitely beautiful and delightfully charming Miss El Green and the bewitching and sparkling Miss? Lizzie Anderson, than whom a more fascinating maiden never lived, ior her precious charms doth drown all hearts in that sweet spell, where purest, holiest passion's dwell. , V f I I
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