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"Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain
Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Grain."
WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 17. 1892.
NO. 19
VOL.
11.
IS.
AND radiant reflections
; BY HENRY BLOUNT.
Punctuated with Pungent Points
and Spiced with S we
etest
Sentiment
Slander, like mud, dries and
falls off.
the clock.
Time is really in the hands of
Never be irritated or j unkind to any
body.
To wait and be patient sootH
e many a
pang.
He. who gathers roses, mus
t not! fear
thorns.
Tho iritfflnr.e in iron has st
ffened the
X uv
backs of pokers.
It's sneezy thing to catch cold, but then
everybody nose if.
It is the summit of humility
imputation of pride.
to bear the
It is at the quilting 'bee' whefe you'hear
the stinging remark.
Behaviour is a mirror in which every
one shows his image
The verv first step toward action is the
l
death warrant of doubt.
The chief source of self-happiness is the
act of making others happy.
Pride often builds the nest in which
Poverty hatches out its sorrows.
To make a counterfeit bil good, let
your dog have it, 'twill go cur-i ent.
A vounr lady "drowned in tears" is said
to have met with a tear-ible de. ith.
No, Eddie, we never heard of a bald
headed man being converted in fly time.
Sin and misery are not lovers, but they
walk hand in hand just as if they were.
The snail is a paradox. It is proverb
ially slow, yet its peace is without abound.
A crowd is not company, an i faces are
but a gallery of pictures, where there is no
love.
How can a bride be expected to show
self-possession when she is teing given
away?
"This is rent day," as the
boy
wall
said
tore
when the nail on the orchard
his pants.
The love and devotion, which a fly mani
fests for a bald headed man, passeth un
derstanding.
Eddie wants to know what
HT w
t was that
Warsaw, vv e suppose it was
the same
thing that Esau.
Men are generally deserted in adversity.
When the sun sets our ve
shadow
seems to follow u.
oome- things are getting to be very
cheap now. You can buy all the cologne
voii want for a scent.
lo omers ana you w
ill open for
your own heart a refreshing
sparkling cheerfulness.
fountain of
uen are made to be shaken'
it '
about, but
women are flowers that lose their beauti
ful colors in the noise and tumlilt of life.
If a two-wheeled wagon is a
bycicle and
and three-wheeled a tricycle
vu call a five wheeled one?
f course.
What would
U. Vhickle,
Th
e most winning smiles are
those which
nlfli. n i
r -j 'nuunu a
moistening eye, and tell
of
sorrowing, thoughts benea
th; and the
"esc laceis that which weark .in Its ex
pression an air of rememberdd joy, and
McaKs t the darkened shadow
s which fill
th inner courts of the Kul.
T
It tL 1
me common things of this world
make the texture, color arid pattern of
e web of life. Each ot thjem is large
n meaning and breathes the breath of
Un3 . And this makes all df life full of
every wayside
ched with the btautv'and
nower
weed were
ragrance of
Th2
re is on earth but one
that
ingle thing
can pi v i,. n. j .
and perfect
bli 'nd that h the bH hope of
Work immortaI!ty- We mat strive .nd
their 8trUK8, f0r rkb. H Tet with
tic-Tca inorns
rpst our wear lui
and thistles
head upon
H burden b heJcsd
MERRY MORS
A Bad Woman.
Heretofore we have written of woman
Heaven's God lent angel to man as she
appeared in the full orbed glory of her
splendid worth, making life brighter,
sweeter, lovelier and more atti active by the
display of those angelic charms which give
such a rapture to the presence of a pure
and true and noble woman, and which
make her influence a living fountain of the
sweetest and purest and holiest inspira
tions. We have told ho w she could soothe
the breast of trouble, and spread the balm
of solace theie. We have told how the
gleam of her eye would ensilver the gloom,
and make it glisten with a lustre as bright
as those brilliant tintfngs,which beam upon
those dazzling showers of radiance, which
come trickling down from the throne of
light. We have told how the musical
tones of endearment would drown every
note of discord in life's rough field of con
flict, and make every thought float away
in dulcet ripplings to the matchless rythm
of that blessed song of rapture which goes
ebbing around her own sweet island of af
fection. Yes, we have told how she
could uproot all the briars of care, sweep
down all the webs of misfortune, and
mingle the flowers; of brightest hope with
the very cypress of dispair. Yes, we have
told all this. But there is something else
she can do. Yes,-she can do much, alas!
perhaps more to degrade man if she chooses
to do it. Who can estimate the evils that
woman has the power to do? As a wife
she can ruin herself by extra vagance, fol
ly, or want of affection. She can make a
demon or an outcast of a man who might
otherwise become a good member of socie
ty. She can bring back strife and into
what has been a happy home. She can
change the innocent babes Into vile men
and even into vile women. She can lower
the moral tone of society itself and thus
polute legislation at the spring head. She
can in fine become an instrument of evil
instead of an angel good. Instead of mak
ing flowers of truth, purity, beauty, and
spirituality spring up in her foot-steps,
till the earth 6miles with a loveliness th,at
is almost celestial, she can transform it to
a black and arid desert, covered with the
scorn of all evil passions and swept by the
bitter blast of everlasting death. This is
what woman can do for the wrong as well
as for the right. Is her mission a little
one? Has she no worthy work, as has be
come the cry of late? Man may have a
harder task to perform, a rougher road to
travel,, but he has no loftier or more influ
ential than woman's. No, indeed, for wo
man has about her that rich soil of influ
ence, from which can grow in rankest
strength and vigor those dangerous and
poisonous weeds of vice and wrong, and
from whose; vile and deadly exhalations
can everlasting ruin creep, as it comes
hissing and breathing the tortures of the
doomed and the lost. Yes, her influence
bears those weeds of evil as well as thoe
rJower6 of gqodness 'whose blessed perfume
makes man better and purer and nobler.
If woman only knew the power she holds
to work man good or ill, if she only knew
the blis6 and peace her smiles can surely
bring, the troubles that her voice can al
ways still, and make the heart in purest ac
cents sing, then she would not lead man so
far astray, but keep him turned towards
that perfect day, knowing that she can
give him life or death, and turn his dark
est night to brightest day.
Now, fair readers, it is for you to say
whether .you are a true woman God
fashioned and finished, and Heaven or
dained, man's destiny for good to rule, oi
are you one of the gay, gilded, gorgeous
butterfly of folly, flitting hither and
thither from one flower of gayety and
pleasure to another, and scattering influen
ces as hurtful and pernicious and as d-adly.
as the poisonous shade of the dreaded
Upas tree? Are you making man better
or worse? Is your influence for good or
evil? Which? The answer will be made
in eternity. Solemn thought, and preg
nant with momentous consequences, for
upon that answer hangs perpetual peace or
everlasting agony. Woman, then has a
feaful and awful responsibility resting upon
her, for her influence is powerful for good
or evil.
Peaceful .
He'll never Into battle go,
If or rouse to war alarm.
Fr girl all say jh doesn't know
Th way to um!i arm.
There Is Nothing Lost.
There's nothing lost. The tiniest flower
That grows within the darkest vale.
Though lost to view, has still the power
The rarest perfume to exhale.
That perfume, born on Zephyr's wings,
May visit some lone sicK one' bed,
And like the balm affection brings,
'Twill scatter gladness round her head.
1 here's nothing lost. The drop of dew
That crembles in the rosebud's breast
Will seek its home in either blue,
And fall again as pure and blest
Perchance to revel in the spray,
Or moisten the dry parching sod,
Or mingle in the fountain spray,
Or sparkle in the bow of God.
There's nothing lost. The seed that's cast
By careless hands upon the ground
Will yet tae root, and may at last
A green and glorious tree be found.
Beneath its shade some pilgrim may
Seek shelter from the heat of noon,
While in its bow the breezes play,
And song birds sing their sweetest tune.
There's nothing lost. The slightest tone
Or whisper from a loved one's voice
May may melt a heart of hardest stone,
And make the saddest heart rejoice.
And then, again, the earless word
Our thoughtless lips too often speak
May touch a heart already stirred,
And caused that troubled heart to break.
There's nothing lost. The faintest strain
Of breathings from some dear one's Jute,
In memory's dream may come again,
Though every mournful string be mute,
The music of some happier hour
The harp that swells with love's words,
May thrill the soul with deepest power,
When still the hand that swept its chord
Editors.
Once upon a time an editor died. This
was an unusual occurrence. Editors lare
ly ever die. They generally become day
laborers or millionaries before that auspi
cious event winds up their earthly career.
But in this instance a real, speaking, liv
ing, genuine editor paid a debt of Nature.
Oh, how his other creditors did envy Na
ture! Weli, a few days after the funeral
the editor arose, took up his soul, and pre
pared for his final journey to his allotted
abode, after awhile he drew near to the
outer gates of Hades. Here he knocked
loud and long. Finally Gov. Nfck came
to the gate and asked what was wanted.
The editor told him that he had been
evicted from the upper world and wanted
a home where rent is free and fuel is cheap.
The devil eved him for a half minute and
then asked him what had been hi profes
sion above ?
Your Majesty, said our friend, "I am an
editor. For years I have been "
"You can't come in here, then" said his
Majesty. "I am ruler here and propose
to coutinu so. Can't you see that your
advent inside this gate would be danger
ous to the peace and dignity of my sub
jects? All those subscribers of yours who
didn't pay for their paper are in here, and
you would not be here a week before you
would commence dunning them, and
would cause dissensions, discords, and the
final disruption of my kingdom."
"But if I promise"
"No, sir! you. can't come in here. Go
up there," continued the devil, pointing to
the Celestial
your paving
City, "there you will find ;a!l
subscribers and no deadheads,
and there you can dwell in peace."
And the heart of the editor was glad.
Joyfully he turned aside from the gate,
wended his way up the golden stairs to en
ter upon his just reward, where unpaid
bills troubleth not and delinquent sub
scribers never come.
About Hand Shaking.
There are two kind of hand 6hakers for
whom we go armed. If we ever slay our
fellow man and hurl his surprised soul into
the bosom of the great hereafter, it will be
either the man who grasps our hands with
such enthusiastic, external pressure that it
comes back to us quivering heterogeneous
mass of confused and abralded phalanges,
or the man who protrudes his lifeless hand
towards us and lays it in our palm a he
would a bologna sausage. Th last man
enhances and enriches the act very much
bf looking at tou with the cold unimpas
a!oed eye of a dead codfish.
Encouragement.
Words of encouragement are indeed
stimulative, and they never fail to strength
en the wings of ambition for a nobler and
higher fight Into the dazzling sky of bril
liant effort. Yes, give the young and the
struggling encouragement when you can.
You would not leave those plants in your
window-boxes without water, nor refuse to
open the shutters that the sunlight might
fall upon them; but you leave some hu
man flower to suffer from want of appre
ciation or the sunlight of encouragement.
There are a few hardy souls that can strug
gle along on stony soil shrubs that can
wait for the dew and the sunbeams vines
that climb without kindly training; but on
ly a few. Utter the kind word when you
can see that it is deserved. ! The thought
that "no one cares and no one knows"
blight many a bud of promise. Be it the
young artist at his easel, the young preach
er in his pulpit, the workman at his bench,
the boy at his mathematical problems, or
your little girl at the piano, give what
praise you can.
Love Stronger Than Law.
The Law, which was given to the world
amid the deep-toned thunderings of rock
ribbed Sinai, was powerless to arrest the
stubborn will of man in the unbridled li
cense of free agency, and hence the inaug
uration of that grand and beautiful plan for
the redemption of the race. Obedience
would not yield to the threatening fiown
of fear. It listened only to the gentle,
wooing whisperings of Love. And on
that mournful Friday morning when the
dear, sweet Jesu6 stood up as the sublime
frontispice in that sorrow-crowned tragedy
scene on Calvary, the sanctuary of teel
ine was reached humanity was touched
pity was moved to tears and as the
heart, with quivering lips kissed up the
precious libation, Justice sheathed her
sword with the glorious shout; " 'Tis fin
ished;" and Mercy, pale and gentle, meek
eyed advocate 'for man in the Supreme
Court of Heaven, sent back'to the sin
stained world the joy thrilling verdict:
"Salvation for mankind."
For Mothers.
Give your girls a thorough education.
Teach them to wash, to iron and darr.
stockings; to sew on buttons and to make
bread. Teach them that a well managed
kitchen lessens the doctor's, account.
Teach them that he only can lay up
money whose expenses are less than his
income, and that all grow poor who hae
to spend more money than they receive.
Teach them that a cal'co dress paid for
fits better than a silk one not paid for.
Teach them that a .full healthy face dis
plays a greater lustre than tiftv cosmetic
beauties. Teach them that an honest
farmer or mechanic in his working diess is
a better object of esteem than a dozen
haughty, finely dressed id!ers. Teach
them that the happiness of matrimony de
pends neither on external app arances jno.
on wealth, hut on the man's character.
Teach them that good, common sese, self
help and industry bring success.
The Only Way.
Strangely do some people talk of "get
ting over" a great sorrow, overleaping if,
passing it by, thrusting it into oblivion.
Not so. No one ever does that at least
no nature which can be touched by the
feeling of grief at all. The only way is to
pass through the ocean of affliction solemn
ly, slowlv, with humility and fail h, as the
Israelites passed through the sea. Then its
very waves of' misery will divide and be
come to us a wall on the fight-.side and on
the left, until the gulf narrows before our
eyes, and we laiid safe on the opposite
seore.
Proof Of Devotion.
"And do ou really love me George?"
she asked:
Love you! repeated Georfe fervently.
Why while I was bidding you good-bye
on the porch last night, dear, the dog bit
a large chunk out of my leg. and I never
noticed It till I got home. Love you V f
So Trne.
The chastisement of Heaven are often
disguised blessings. The afflictions of the
body are not frequently in human experi
ence the sweetest cordial to the soul. The
ministry of the suffering very often brings
joy and consolation to the spirit and opens
wider the gateway of the skies. Divine
visitations, whether upon the individual,
the community or upon the whole people,
if viewd in the right way, may prove the
greatest of benefactions, for It may lead to
the salvation of the soul, the purifying and
regenerating of society, and the recalling'
of a whole people to God, whom hence
forth they will honor and reverence and
obey. So calamities, when justly consider
ed, are not unmixed evils, and are not al
ways manifestations of an irrevocable Di
vine displeasure. The way of thorns and
jagged stones may end in flowery meads
and glorious mountain tops with eternal
sun-bursts and heavenly fruitions.
Our Yearning.
With mercury climbing up the glass
tnbes of the thermometer, and seeking to
cap the climax, it makes the hard working
editor's heart yearn and groan tor a vast
congruity of shade when friends write of
the pleasure of the ocean 6ide and the cool
ing breezes of the mountains. Oh! that
some one would "seal up some concentra
ted sea-'breezes and send them to us. We
are drier than last year's mullien stalk,
stupider than a dozen boiled owls perched
on the argument of an average dog day's
sermon and more expressionless than a
deserted goose nest under a tumbled down
ash-hopper by a tenantless back-woods
cabin. We pity all'of the stay at homes if
they feel as we do, But somebody must
keep the country going while ever one is
visiting the mountains and the seaside and
therefore we rest contented.
Waste Nothing.
The vegetable kingdom picks up the of
al of the animal world and flourishes up
on what would be death to sentient life.
The law of forces is in perfect accord, with
the other forms of Nature s economy. Ac
tion and reaction are equal impact and
transmission incident and reflec'ion. The
words of the Saviour . indicate the same
rule in spiritual matters. Thev'alt-o teach
that C hristiar.it v came not' to annul but to
fulfill the natural taws. The law of labor
and painstaking and having was to be en
forced. ''Gather up the fragments," for
another miracle is not going to be wrought
to feed the multitude. Idleness, vagrancy,
and thrifilessncss are not to be encouraged.
"He that doth not work shall not eat." He
that squanders w hat he has even labored
for, must come 1o want. Work, be
diligent, be fruggal. "Let nothing be lost."
Reporter's. Rhyme.
Backward,. turn backward, oh time in
thy flight, rake up a suicide just', for the
night; I am so weary of newt that is stale,
writing up drunkards and vagrants in jail,
writing of people who buy up some ground,
writing old chestnuts of cattle in pound;
weary of chasing till worn are my shoes,
rake up some news, mother, rake up some
news. Backward, turn backward, oh t'de
of the years; take" me again to. th; time
when the beers, frothy and foaming, were
drunk by the pail, and people got full and
were run off to jail. Let's have a murder,
or shooting, or won-e, lets have a scandal
or thrilling divorce: to work on a paper
would ive you the blue, rake up some
news, mother.rake up some news.
They Did.
Georgie, dear," said a lovely maid.
As they sat on the porch the other iight
Its unhealthy to kiss, the doctors say,
So of course it cannot be right.
Not right. '
MWell, darling," spoke the noble youth.
As his color mantled high,
I never thought being kissed to death.
Such a horrible death to die.
Let's try."
And then they tried,
And neither died.
For such a lick
Neer made one lclu
Hot s'ek.
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