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r . ' ' '' - JLJ "Our Aim will be, the People's Right Mavitain Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Gain." WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, SEPT- 7 1892. NO. 22 MERRY MORSELS. Six Years Ago To-night. Vanderbilt's Palace. Affliction, A Blessing. A Lovo Scene. - .-.. . . 1 i ' 0L. 11-" ; EFLECTIONS AND BLOUNT. punctuated with Piingent Points and Spiced witW Sweetest Sentime ht .t- :JCtc n? 'cars who never lost a train. lie ' i --. owl is a very small bird for its eyes- men are the coolett-headed men in the werld. -n, mprchants vvno se 1 for cash be- Iongs to the no-bill-it y. Bat one thing, on eart wife, that is the mother. h is better than The most wonderful flight on record was when the chimney flue. j Hooks and eyes of tiis world don't amount to a row of pins. Into every soul is a chanber into which no one but God can come. Every thought which pity throws into J the world alters the world. The sweetest thing in this life is the un clouded welcome of a wife i It is not meet that this' regning belle should marry a coachman One must study to knov, know to un derstand, understand to julge. A voung man intending "to press his suit pressed. suit," Srst went and had h Knthinj? will turn a woman s head so completely as ? bonnet that has passedby. The soul that is in earnest Will not stop to count the cost hen. It is t tie same with a Beauty and bashfulness are often united; yet the loveliest maiden is cheek. , 1 - - admired for her The book of Nature is always beautiful; but that fine book gets short of leaves in autumn. No wonder a lazy man amagines him- self in heaven when he is idle, for .hen he is at rest. "'It is a mere matter of form" as the lady said when she was adjustin course' it was. her corset. Of It is all very well' to a promising keep your youth., but the hard' part id to promise in after life. It is hardly fair to sneer at a carpenter oecause you see him drivi Driving nails is not a luxur; ing every day jous pastime. a . . vjcuige says mat atter trying lor years to photograph his girl upon his heart, all he got from her in the end (was a negative. The lessons of life make deeper imprts- sionsthan the lessons of they touch the heart.before head. Those who piously and discharge the duties of the books, because they reach the bonscientiously I closest usually I prosper in .the temporal and spiritnal hies- Anere is no place so chaVming and de Jghvful but what woman's! presence will e it a sweeter, purer and holier atmos- piere. Yot: must love in order to understand 10ve. One act of charitv win teach us more of iove of God than a rriofcs thousand ser- No 0rie has ever vot HU qki to ex- f?. hy a kiss is such a easant thine. . V subject is being constantly investi- 9 Let thos- who would affJct singularity . n access first determih to be be very , and they will be sdre to very l"guiar. -Isrl't it Stran .U- a.; "&v- "irti. we never hear of rte beina- useH tn "e rrm.xt;. . ' ' I - "'ciieists than where else in :"c orld. anv - "fiino ran .1 . ' Cve j vviua' postage stamp ior 1-U i temper and cal "-vit unfit : . . m. You can , 1L Perspires in ev fcry pore, but 1 even change color. lrv man . 15 invented bv a wo- eot tu. ., . J u rr a v in suggest that e to be hue- Red 7 c ea from a desi i'!n all des at once. .-It to im., 0ur Pledge to gither vourself a ucaurif.,1 t ... bh Snana ot worth and merit Present, fori therd 0n.wMch these flowerk bloom are no other RADIANT BY HENRY To-night is the anniversary of a memor able occasion -an occasion that will be fraught throughout coming with the memory of the most f deal through which our people ever passed. Six year ago to-night God spoke in the roaring sound of the earthquake's shock, and no one, who felt the world's terrible trembling that night, will ever forget the sensation of his own littleness and utter helplessness when thus brought face to face with the awe-in-spiring manifestations of the power of the Almighty. The night was calm, serene and beautiful. ,IXn der te silent watching of peaceful stars, whose silvery waves of light sprinkled earth with its noiseless showers of glimmer ing beauty, the world was making ready to sink into that deep and quiet hush which beckons mortal to a realm of sleep and rest. But all at once the peaceful hush, the blessed repose was rudely broken,, the earth trembled in its throes of anguish, its groans of torture came sweeping in the furious mutterings of a whirlwind's roar, and the rich and the poor, the high and the low met on the same plane of fear and awe, and, as if in the presence of God, ac knowledged the insecurity of all earthly things, and the power and authority of God in the affairs of men. Yes, without the least distinction at all all met on same level, and trembled alike at the supposed premonition of coming ruin and the end of all things earthly. But six years ago have passed since that terrible night, and the earth is still a spared monument of His grace and goodness and long suffering. And as we sit and pen these lines the night is just as calm as a sea without winds to ripple its waters, and all things, save the scratching pf this pen, are seem- ingly sleeping as sweetly and as peacefully 1- 1 !. 1 S I 1 1 1 4- The moon is sprinkling down ' her softest beamings, and the earth never seemed more sweetand beautiful than at this tran quil hour of peace and rest. And sitting heie by our open window we have been dreaming the sweetest and dearest dreams. Heaven seems so near the earth to-night, and in our sweet and prayerful commu nion our thoughts have arisen on the wings of awe and reverence and adoration and, with incense of thanksgiving, have gone up to Him, who is the blessed Author of us all, and our only help in times Of trouble and peril. And we have been made to realize that the same Hand, which stroke the earth six years ago and tore it asunder in places, is the same one which smoothes down the angry ocean, and holds its wrath in its blessed hollow. And we have realized that the same Hand which fillb the sky with the blackest clouds; in which live those j. furious storms which scatter forth the quivering lightnings in all their dazzling corruscations and destruc-tion-dealing flashes is the same one which sprinkles down, the gentle and refreshing showtrs which give freshness and vitality to a11 growing vegetation. Yes, the same TT J . 1 t J! M J.llLl. 1 It nana tnat oistnis ior our ueiigm anu eui- cation the perfume of the flowers, Is the One which surrounds them with thorns to prick our careless fingers. It is the Hand that spreads such exquisite tints upon the lily and the rose; that decks the autumn forests with their gorgeous draperies of a thousand dyes;that carpets the valleys with their soft, rich velvet of eye-refreshing-" green , and mingles the deep, dark blue of the empyrean vault in old ocean's majes tic waves; lhat sprangle the mantle of the nniverse with golden stars, and emplants their wondrous corruscating fires in the opal's and the diamond's heart ; that teaches the sun's artist fingers to paint the evening skies with all the liquid hues of a million shattered prisms, that bestows his change ful coat on the chameleon, and casts the roseate flush of early morning on the mountain tops and glassy lakes; that en circles the, frowning brow of Heaven with the glittering rainbow coronet, and hangs the wondrously blazing aurora borealis lamps upon the Northern pole. God's i - . i. . ...... hand does it. Yes, in everything, we see His Handwriting, and it tells us of His granduer and power and glory and mercy and loving kindness unto all the children of men. The Idler He who was an idler during the Sum mer should be suffered to hunger in the winter. There is no virtue in providing for the lazy. They have no reason to complain if indignant beneficence shuts up its purse. The News-Observer says that no one can foim an idea of the gigantic scale of the work now in progress upon the Van- derbilts estate that is to be at Biltmore near Asheville, without visiting the spot and seeing it with his own eyes. It is told that Mr. George Vanderbilt, who will be the master of Biltmore, wished to erect a monument to the Vanderbilt name which would be the admiration of the world. His mother is also a leading spirit in the project, and will furnish some of the mil lions required to complete the work. It was she who selected the site for Biltmore. She had searched the entire civilized globe for such a spot, but it was not until she reached Asheville and was taking a drive one crisp, beautiful morning in February, that her eyes fell upon tbe Ideal spot for which she had been vamlv searching, when she looked down into the beautiful valley of the French Brood from the emi nence, ipon which Biltmore has since been christened. And she declared that the T palace should be there. The purchasing of the land was begun, and many of the natives who found that the Vanderbilts wanted it ran up the price to fabulous figures, but it did not deter the purchasers till they were the owners of ten thousand acres of land upon which this magnificent estate will be. The Vanderbilt mansion will eclipse any royal palace of the crown- ed heads of Europe. Six years will be re- quired for its completion and it will cost millions of dollars. Six hundred hands and one hundred and fifty teams of horses are employed at Work and the pay roll is $2o,ooo per week, or over a million dollars a year paid to hands alone. The palace will have a massive front of foifr hundred feet. Architect Hall who desi d thfi structure spent a year travel I J ing through the Jroyal palaces of Europe for the purpose of perfecting the design. His work was also under the personal eye and supervision of Mrs." Vanderbilt. Mr. Vanderbilt recently brought over a ship load of rare shrubs and plants from the banks of the river Jordan, from Jerusalem and from along the JDead Sea,, which have been planted and which are now flourish ing luxuriantly at Biltmore, There will be .one ..hundred miles of winding drives through the palace grounds, and on all sides will be the most gorgeous and pictur esque scenery that combined nature and art can produce. A rushing mountain torrent has been turned from its course and detlected around by a new channel which conducts its over a perpendicular rock precipice, making a cataract of a hun dred feet fall. A deer park is being prepared in the grounds and in this there will be a beauti ful herd of deer. Another park is being set apart for buffaloes. Mr. Vanderbilt having purchased a large herd of them In the west where they are now awaiting the completion of their Western North Caroli na home. There will also be a beautiful lake on which will be hundreds of swan. The Best Beauty. The best index of true beauty the beauty that, even when age has plowed its furrows across the face and dimmed the lustre of the sparkling eye is the heart, and the perfume, which comes from it, and which tells what kind of flowers are bloom ing there, and the nature of the soil in which they find their luxuriant growth. If kind words and tender expressions and charitable dealings mark our intercourse with our fellow beings, then we may know that showers of Heaven from the God-collected clouds of goodness hath watered these flowers, and that angels hands are tending them. True- How large a portion of our happiness in j this world arises from its vicissitudes! The truth is become a maxim continually pro- power are immensely greater. We are In posed and immediately assented to, but dined to the same opinion, and believe who considers it? They are the changes that the disparitv of the excess in our of daily life which stimulate hope, regu- churches is due, more than to any other late business, propose rest, and reward la- caus, to the finer sensibilities, the higher bor. Like our daily bread, they must be moral sense, land the purer nature of wo looked for and prepared for. Jane and man. We see this idea verified at the beauty are of little value unless marked. Cross and at the tomb of Jesus. Woman Our actions must , be numbered like our was the last at the one, and the first at the milestones, and stand as they do at their other; pouring out her tears of sorrow be onnmnriatp sites, if we would reioice in our fore the one. and trembling with a fearful I ' I progress. j We are just emerging from the furnace of a severe affliction one ot the severest bodily afflictions that we have ever had, I and the suffering we have endured unnnt be told by human tongue. And yet amid our greatest suffering we found a sweet and precious comfort, a blessed and glo rious solace, for our thoughts were con stantly turned God ward, and so sweet and so precious and so comforting were our communions with Him that we sometimes felt as if we had received a foretaste of the celestial city and had been thrilled with the tides of its choral harmonies, been charmed with the glory light of its illimi- table splendors, had drunk in the perfume of its fadeless flowers, and had strolled with angels through sinless bowers. Yes, Indeed, afflictions are blessings. They are liod sent for some sweet out-nose. It takes the night to show us the glittering and luscious fruit of the sun-nursed or jewels which sparkle so beautifully upon chards of the heart Is ripened and mellow the bosom of the sky, and it takes troubles ed and made so delicious for famished Hps. and afflictions, deep and dark, to make us see in all their lustre and beauty the richer, grander, brighter glories which shine for- ever in Heaven above. But for these shades and shadows of earthly care and sorrow we would see nothing but the glare and the glitter of the tinseled glories of this world, , which, like foam-encrusted bubbles on the shallow brook, break at the j touch, and show nothing but a hollow and empty mockery. And so trials and disap- pointments come, and as their curtains of gloom fall around us, and shut out the deceptive glitter of all worldly glare, it Is then we can look through the folds of the darkness about us and then 6ee those im- perishable beauties which are fadeless and eternal, and which passeth not away. Yes, thank Gd for these troubles, for they are Indeed the rounds in that ladder on which our unfilled and unsatisfied long ings and aspirations climb Heavenward. With God. "God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes: and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying; neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away." Glo rious consummation! All the other glo ries of Heaven are but emanations from this glory that excelleth. Here is the fo cus and centre to which everv ray of light converges. God is "all in all." Heaven without God! It would send a thrill of dismay through the burning ranks of an gels and archangels; it would dim every eye, and hush every haip, and change the whitest robe into sackcloth. And shall we then, indeed, "see God?" What shall we j gaze on these inscrutable glories, and live? Yes, God Himself shall be with them, and be their God ; they shall see His face! And not only the vision, but the fruition. Oh, how does sin in our holiest moments damp the enjoyment of Him! It is the "pure in heart" alone who can "see," far more, who can enjoy God. Even if He did re veal Himself now, these eyes could never endure His intolerable brightness. But then, with a heart purified from corruption, a world where the taint of sin and the power of temptation never enters; the soul again a bright mirror, reflecting the lost image of the Godhead all the affections of their original high destiny the love of God,Jthe motive principle, the rulling pas lion th glory ot God, the undivided ob ject and aim man will, for the first time,' know all the blessedness of his chief end "to glorify God, and to enjoy Him for- ever. The Reason. -i-: It has been said that while the female mind is not greatly inferior to the male, the feminine moral instinct ana spiritual joy at the other. recrovt ned i now. at this Writing, waving her silvery tce-Ure from the starry throne of night, and sprink ling the earth with a stream of loveliness as full ofenchantment as that which trick les down in chrystal purity upon the mu sical ripples of "gleaming Neapolitan waves." The skv. studded with !i r!ir. i . o " tering Islets, is bending In translucent arches o'er scenes as full of joy and peace and rest as that which made beautiful the sinless bowers of Angel-tended Paradise, Every breeze that stirs the drooping foil- age of our dew-kissed elms Is heavy with the sighs" of fragrant lips of di earn-wooed, slumbering flowers. It Is a scene which awakens the lover's lute. It is a scene which brings about a new Spring-time of feelinc. It Is a scene In whlrh th -. And rierhthere fancv olcture v!ne--lari veranda on one of our elm guarded streets, in the corner of which two young lovers are seated. The sweet South wind, w inged with odors and creeping through a ivyed bower, could not have been softer or sweeter than the utterances which were tuned to those notes of divinest earthly melody, and which showed that their hearts were pulsing, out "the old, old song together." Their heads get nearer and nearer ; their warm breathings mingle to- gether; sigh meets sigh; soul sinks Into soul; and a spell, .borrowed from elyslum, falls upon the bubbling channel of their dreams, and veil Its current with a spray of rapture as sweet as that which Fancy weaves around the brow ot en- chantment. II is Mash. He met her In the garden, And she was all atone. His arm he folded round her waist, And said she was his own, He on her lips imprinted A kiss with true love's zest. And then with passionate fervor, Her soft white hands he pressed. She screamed, and then his ardor Was in a moment dashed: For in those soft white hands she held An egg, that was now smashed. The Difference. "Will you trust me, Fannie?' passionately grasping her hand. he cried 'With all my heart, George, with all rny soul, with all myself," she whispered nestling on his manly bosom. "Would to Heaven you were my tailor," he murmured ;otto voice and tenderly he took Her to his arms. His Mark. How doth the little mosquito Improve the midnight dark, To leaveour forehead and on limb, His sanguinary mark? How skillfully he piles his bill. How neat he makes attacks;- Then stores himself in parts unseen, And dodges all the whacks. - His Own Effort. Man Is not the creature but the archi tect of circumstance. It is character which builds an existence out of circum stance. Our strength is measured by our plastic power; from the same material one man builds palaces, another hovels; bricks and mortar are bricks and mortar until the architect can make them something else. Reproof. Reproof to be effective must be sparing ly administered. Perpetual rebuke is like constant whipping of a lazy horse; he soon disregards it. The marvel is that the hardening process is not more damaging. The scold is hardly entitled to any respect. Mild-eyed Luna has been I fair Emnr rf,tfV tr ir.,t ( i t
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