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- Tl T m . -m - . WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 24. 1892. NO. 20 "Our Aim will be, the reopies nigra Maintain Unawed by Power, and Uiibribed by Grain." MERRY MORSELS. AND RADIANT REFLECTIONS BY HENRY BLOUNT. Punctuated with Pungeh nt Points and Spiced with Swtoetest Sentiment If you cancel a note you cant sell it. Prayer is the avenue which leads to God: A sea bath might be called operation. a surg-ical The noblest character is moblded in the fire of affliction. Good game is expensive t ret always deer. hough it is Pillow shams may be very appropriately cailed white lies. Yes, Eddie.it is worse than a lye to hold out false soaps to a friend. A physician should never look grave in a sick room. It is cruelly suggestive. If there is any one who should be rap ped in slumber it is the one wl o snores. People are fond of tea, and yet T is the beginning of trials, troubles i nd tribula- '8' tions. The death warrent, read to a criminalon the gallows might be called 9 noose paper. The softest stir we ever leard of is dealing in soft soap at least it does so-ap-pear to us. A young lady vocalist in "V ilson chews tar vhen she wants to get her the right pitch. voice up to There is a oung school girl so very modest that she refuse to work on im proper fractions. Idleness is the nursery of grows there as naturally as neglected garden. vice, and it weeds in a Writing essays for a prize m ed a skull race, particularly i were of a racv nature. ght be call- : the essays Dews at night are diamonds at morn, even as the tears of repentance become pearls ox joy in Heaven. Don't laugh at your wife wl . to stone the hens. She may help her stone the raisins. en she tiies ask you to Strange that when men spruce up they become popular, and girls piAe for them because they seem all ''ok." One noble deed creates an epidemic of noble aspirations, and thd contagion spreads until it permeates every bosom. The higher your structure of aspiration the deeper must be your foundation of ef fort, or else it will cave I in, and totter and fall. The sweetest fruit of enjo Which grows and rinons an ment is that mellows on the luxuriant and full blossofned tree of ty weU performed There is no real growth of character ex- uy a conquest over opposing difficui-ties-the doing right when It is against All r 1 1 ? . "itnnation and prejudicesL "lessings are Strewn nlnncr Lir llke flwers, but we must stobp and pick UP in order to enjoy their beauty and loinhale their precious fragrance !t does us good to admire J hat is good us infinitely n.. J 1 oeautiful ; but it does "lure good to love it. W e grow like "lt we admire; but we becokne one with ..uai we love Never delav till to mnrrnw what reason and conscience ti iJ k . rrned to-day. To morrow is not yours; -,OUgn you should live tc Vai I ' u;nustnot overload it wl h a burden ;1,ul"sown. "cn malice, tinr-fi, !.! t. fac lhKgS 3bOUt VOU' doir hide -our - a veil of gloom and butWt it up in the comfordn l"e fact that tk. ' . (mortification, sunlight of I . , W,V wtoc II CCS, M Clous fruit, are thrvse With the most . . aiC uung u. is th 31 mRt; aMd remember that it e 11, gi.nt oak, the mo larchs of the ret,that recdve hurU ing Qf hr!lTrUCUVe "8h;nl8. "ten worthless ambles upon the ground, ae spread. are flung at Birthday Reflections. We write these lines kind reader, upon the anniversary of oui natal day, and oh how busy is memory with years, .hat have flown into the retreats of the sad yet sweet by-gone. , What varied scenes of hopes fulfilled and dreams all blighted arise to our view as we, sit in our pensive twilight dreaming, and allow our memory's barque to sail back o'er the ccean of the Past. We see sunlight and shadow, joys and sorrows, pleasures and trials, rest and toil , triumphs and defeats,1 hopes blossomed out with delicious fragrance and the rich ly tinted beauty of fullest and sweetest fruition, and disappointments jutting put with the sharpest thorns of torture and deprivation. Yes, all these varied scenes we see as we turn over the pages in the volume of our life. And we shuddei as we read the record over, for we see so many sins of omission, so many sins of commission, so many things that we ought to have done, and ought not to have done, that we feel there would be no hope for us, were it not for the compassionate tenderness of that loving Saviour whose merciful tears can wash such sins away, and make us pure and white like snow. And yet with our poor, sin dwarfed facul. ties we have tried to do our duty to our self , to our country, to our fellow beings to those I poor pilgrims like ourself, who are plodding with bruised and weary feet the rough and rocky road that leads to a better and purer land beyond the skies Yes, we have tried to make life brighter and sweeter for all by throwing the gleams of encouragement here and there, and by scattering flowers of cheer and hope along the dreary wastes some toiling feet must tread. And these efforts to soften the grief and soothe the woes and to amelio rate the trials of others have made our ex istence brighter and sweeter, and in many instances the current of life has been made to flow to the care lulling rythrn of the sweetest felicity and delight. We have found out in our own sweet experience that no one can do a deed of kindness w ith out being benefitted thereby. Its fragrance will sweeten life like the perfume of flow ers, and its recollections will come back like the well remembered strains of some dear old song. And so, to-nigh'., as we sit and turn over the leaves in the volume of our life, we find many pages that are tinted with brightness and glisten with beauty. We have gathered the rarest and sweetest and loveliest flowers of pleasure and enjoyment, and yet we have felt the thorns of trouble and sorrow that always bear them company. The sea of life has been bright and calm, lovely and beauti ful, for Heaven's silverest sunshine has fallen radiantly upon unruffled waters, and made their dimpled bosom glimmer with the corruscation of those endiamoned flashes of quivering arrows shot from the trembling bow .of cloudless skies. And yet that same bright sea has been lashed into groaning by the angry storm of af fliction, and many a tear-crested billow of bereavement has rolled in wildest surgings of anguish across the moaning bosom of its sorrow-clouded deeps. But even then, amid the darkest surroundings, we saw through the bank of clouds a silver lining, brightening the dismal colors of the sombre di apery of gloom that drooped about it, and above the thundering roar of wildly-muttering billows we head that "still small voice" of comfort and of cheer, 4B not afraid; it is I;" and a calm of consolation, as peaceful as that which slept on the bo som of the Galliiean sea when Jesus walk ed amid the billows and smoothed down their crested furrows, settled o'er the rag-ings- of our own grief-swept heart, and all billows were lulled and quieted in the serene harbor of the blessed promise, "My peace I give unto thee, not as the world giveth, give 1 unto thee." And so, it will be seen that while we are naturally merry hearted and joyous, life has not been exempt from the ills of jthe world, and that our days have not all been spent on the winuy side of care and sorrow. We have had many clouds of sorrovr to trail their shadows along our pathway, but they only served as a background, and brought out our joys in a richer, brighter and more glowing color even as the dark ness of night brings out the stars in bright er and richer lustre. And the nearer we get to the Sunset the dearer and the sweet er, more glorious and more beautiful do the trials and sorrows and clouds of life ap pear, for they seem to catch upon their bosoms reflected glories of Heavenly T-and, and we feel the comfortingjassurance that soon all the shadows of life's dark cloud land will be melted and drowned in the gorgeous colorings of the effulgent splen dors which beam and glow and glisten and sparkle in everlasting brilliancy around the Great White Throne. Thank God for the hope, thank God for the.comforting gleams that have been brought out in these birth day reflections. Tlie Conductor's Story. "When a man has been railroadin twenty long vears He gits kinder hardened an' tough. An' scenes of affliction don't trouble him much, 'Cause his natur' is coarse like and tough. But a scene that took place on my train one cold night -- Would a' melted the heart of a stone. An' among the adventurers which I have been through That night jist stands out all alone. 'Twas a bitter cold night, an' the train was jam full, Every berth in the sleeper was taken: The people had jist turned in for the night, An' the train for New York was a makin,' When jist as the people to a snore had be gun, An' I with a satisfied sigh Had sat down on a chair for a short rest, I heard The sound of a young baby's cry. "It was one o' those loud!, aggravatin' like yells. O' the pattern that makes you jist itch For an gun or an axe an' excites up your mind With mild thoughts o' murder 'an sich, It went through the car, and I needn't re mark 1 ,, That the snorin' stopped right there an' then, An' the sleeper was filled with a bilin hot rowd O' mad women and v.ild, swearin' men. "The curtains jist then that concealed berth 16 Were open an' out come a man, As fine a young feller as ever I seen, But his face was all white like an' wan, He carried the kid that was raising the row, An' commenced walKin' down through the aisle A tryin' to stop its loud screechin but pshaw! It seemed to get wuss every mile. "An idea seemed to strike one old feller jist then An' he said to the pale faced young man, It seemes to me, stranger, that kid couid be stilled By-a fimple an' feasible plan; The noise that its makin' betiays what it need& The child wants its mother, that's plain; An' why don't you call her? Ten chances to one, She's sleepin' somewhere on the train.' "A look then came over that young fath er's face, A look full of 'anguish an' pain; A look that will haunt me as long n I live, As long as I work on a train; An he answered that man, in a hoarse, stifled voice That sounded as, though from afar; Her mother is sleeping on board of this train In a box in the baggage car." His Excuse. The other day George ran ud against a ladv whom he did not see, and jostled htr about considerably. She stormed out "Sir do you take me tor a door, and thus try to walk thrpugh me." And George said "Why my dear Miss you are sweet, and pretty enough to be a-dor-able, and hence that misstep." She 6miled and seemed as if she would be perfectly , willing for George to run up against her again. George says that a dose of taffy will cute the worst attack of temper that a woman ever had, and that he always goes with a bottle of it uncorked and ready for use, and thus escapes right much abuse. Observe The Sabbath. The versatile and inimitable. Fairbrother of the Durham Globe dips his plastic brush in the dye pots of sentiment, and paints this beautiful picture: To morrow is the Sabbath day, which you should remember and keep it holy. Dike yourself out go and hear some par son tell you of the Great Jew the gentle Christ who died that man might live eter nal. Go out to hear and not to be seen. Think of to morrow the blessed Sabbath day and imagine, if you canr what a wonderful chior over all the world will sing: " There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Eternal dav excludes the night And pleasures banish pain. And see the good women with pure, virtuous, upright lives, leaning on that staff of faith of that hope to One day se, the Land. It is the rod and the staff which comforts them, and they walk through the valley and shadow of this old world ; meet with the disappointments which are found upon the bitter banks of time; see Death snd laugh at it in the knowledge that There everlasting spring abides, And never-fading flowers; Because when they laugh at Death they know that it Like a narrow sea divides, That heavenly Land from ours. And so they live and so they go go down without flinching meet that grim Death as though they met a friend they know that all will be for the best, that God is good. And then comes the fellow who stands upon the gloomy brink of Doubt. He says there is no God no Heaven, nothing after the grave, and the narrow prison house ends all. He scoffs and laughs and jeers. But after all he must die age comes or disease comes, and just before the final reveille, just before the last time he sees the lands where Jordan rolls between," he confesses that he is wrong; He sees Bright fields beyong the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green. And then repents. And we have the divine assurance that it is never tpo late; that the fellow who comes limping along at the eleventh hour stands just as much show as the one who got reserved seats two weeks ahead but then procrastination is the thief of time, and you can't alVays get a dray when you want it. Better go to church to morrow and have them to show you that you have been monkeying with Time. They will sing to you and when they strike down near the bottom of the hymn Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore You might get a better idea of what yoa would like to do. The churches are free, if you do not wish to whack a little to the parson to help pay running expenses so, my friend, you had better take a whiil to morrow morning. Her Pieture. Her eyes have caughc the peerless light That sparkles on the skies at t.ighr. She smiles, and stars at once grow dim; Agleam, a flash: our senses swim. A voice as soft as silver bells: Eolian harps and ocean shells Breathe music less bewildering; It conquers care to h ar her sing. Her steps as if a snow flake fell; As graceful as the wild gazelle; That form, ye gods! 'twould wake the smart. Of envy in an hourfs heart. Those lips but language can't express. Their cherry charms: one rapt caress,. Would warm a frozen heart, 1 deem; But misery! how they melt ice creem. A Light Affair. Mary had a little lamp, Twas full of kerosene; She tried to make a little light, 4 And the haint lnce benzine. Eddie's Effort. Eddie has been studying the dog for some time, aid hat submitted the follow ing as a partial result of his meditation and re flections upon the K. 9.. The dog is a digitigrade .carnivorous ani mal. This will be news to most person, who had always supposed that a dog a as simply a dog. It has been bruited about that the dog is the best friend to man among the brute creation. He pants after the thief. When oce he gets hold of the thief's pants, he makes breeches. A barking dog never bites ; that Is to say, when he begins to bite he stops barking. Conversely, a biting dog never barks, and for similar reasons. The hair of a dog will cure his bite. This is a curious superstition among hair brained young men w ho are fast going to the dogs. , Dogs are dentists by profession. They Insert teeth wirhout charge. The sea dog loves his bark. Did you ever see one that didn't? The bark of a tree is unlike that of a dog. Even a dogwood knows this. Dogs are not always kind, though there are many kinds of dogs. Every dog has his day, although dog days last but a few weeks in the year. There must be a Sirlus error here. The dog's star is the dog's planet. They planet so that their days come while the star is in the sky. They do not fear it. It is not a Skye terror. When a dog enters a pitched battle he uses the dog's tar. Brutus said, "I had rather be a dog and bay the moon than such a Roman." He had seen dogs-rOamin around on the bay. .A living dog is said to be better than a dead Hon.1 There is no ly in about this-, but a dead dog is dog gone bad. Tray was a good dog, but a tre i$ worse than the duce when it is against you. .Dogs were the original Argonauts They have never given over their search for the fleas. The bull dog is a stubborn fellow. He is not easily cowed. A great many stories about the dog have obtained currency. The man who has left a part of his clothing with the dog has cur-rent. See? Puppies are born blind. They are not sea dogs then. Theie are many types of dog, Including doguerrotype. But perhaps we had better paws here. Howl this do for the dog? Small Sins. Avoid little indiscretions. Even though hat mless in themselves at first, yet they will grow and grow antil they become as big as mountains in their pernicious influences, and will spread a rum as wide as the sweep of a tornado. Even a word or insinuation, thoughtlessly uttered, has been taken up by malice tinctured Hps and viperous tongues, and in a week the repu tation of an innocent fellow being is soiled by the mildew of suspicion, and a bright life goes under the dark cloud of , reproach. We don't estimate the bigness of little things or the power they possess. It U the first leak in the ship which starts It to a watery grave. . The kiss of the gentlest ztphyr can keep in motion the waters of an ocean, and the smallest pebble will start a ripple which will grow and grow until foam crested billows sweep in roaring fury across the deep, stirring its waters in to wildest surgings, and scattering de struction o'er all things within their angry sweep. And so with our little acts of im prudeuce and Indiscretion. They start ripples of strife and trouble and sorrow which grow and grow, and swell and swell, until the "wildest billows sweep down the river of time, foaming and foam ing and tossing and tossing, spreading dismay here, and making wrecks upon the ocean of eternity. The Next Thing To It. The father had gone away an J left his only son in charge of the store. A-re you the bead of the firm" asked a man with a saaiple case, entering the es tablishment. ' "No, sir," remarked the young man with great urbanity 'I'm only the heir of) the head." V V (7 v
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