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' ' i ; - - . "Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Gain.'9 WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY. OCT 5th 1892. VOL. 11- NO. 26 MERRY MORSELS. I AND RADIANT j REFLECTIONS BY HENRY BU OUNT. punctuated with PurBent Points and Spiced with S weetest Sentiment hd wisdom. is not amiss, his creditors. A bad omen is to owe men Silence is the fence arou Eddie says to kiss a Misd No man is impatient witbj A coal dealer does business on a large scale. The weakness of the w; ills invites the burglar. . Truth is heavy, 'therefore few care to carry it. The bent of many a man crooked. Every utterance creates iome kind of an impression. Keep your conscience bu void of a fence. Calumny is like coal bum it will soil. s inclination is not your farm if it does not Many weaknesses i of h u'man nature are distorted virtues. The man who draws promising writer. Real glory springs from quest of ourselves. ; The rule which boys school is the ferule, s we rP the most f re- duty performed The wisest fellow who agree with us. The parlor is probably quented of all court rooms The consciousness of a gives us sleep at midnight Avoid passion and excitement. Anger of a moment may be fatal. Less argument and more work will make any person better o a note is a the silent con- dread most in hihk are those t Ice a hinge be-a-dore. He perfection. Prayer without work anjd a note without a signature are alike in value. Of all the battles there are none like the unrecorded battles of the soul. George says his girl is cause she is something to God did not make man perfect. made them pilgrims after Never judge by appea coat ma) cover a heart in The gout may be said to be a beacon on the rock of luxury to warn us against it. A. shoe maker in quitting business might be said to be taking a ,last and sole-ful arewell. Most men like to see themselves in ance. A seedy full bloom. "print" but women don silt or satin. It doesn't always foliov that because a woman has a tender hear she is willing to take up with the first tender. t. They prefer We know two brothers! told everything together, ner alike they cannot bd who have to be for thev are so told apart. Deceit is the by way leading; to confu- 'n and disgrace, where thorns of misery 'Q weeds of contempt a We don't know Eddie he i4iide of events" may ,nS upon the "current of csi iea to sip is 6othing potations quiet COugh in the hacking th trouble. '' ! , When a man makes a "ethat miss-take is "Werious inHuence w fathom. i ict the evening pf life be less joy ins morning. The freshness of one are found, but we suppose have some bear- public opinion." charity, for its many a tingling foat of care and mistake in mar- caused by some hich he could not the mornin g gave yo thrft.-.u .. n time, and the qiiet of the evening give you peace td rest through eter- l'ould !"ra Messed prorlise in the Bibl vigor to work remain a co1.J j r . i trtrVVer trialor teTptation wcro not Pen hs doors, a id warm to ones L SUC'ft irnrde nc RJ 1 J; net afraid' ot good cheer, h Cheerfulness. Nature was made everywhere vocal with the challenge of cheerfulness. The taste of men differ immeasurably with re gard to every thing else; but who pre sumes to criticise the blue of the sky, the blush of the rose, the verdure of the dewy mead? Who paints the window with the diamond lern as does the magic frost? What are pyramids which man has raised, compared j with mountains which God has lifted to their solitary and ever lasting grandeur? How do the valleys spread in their tranquil beauty at our feet? For everything that seems even to mai the beauty of natural creation, how many million glories crown it? How many the excellencies of human nature itself is weighed against the defects? And how suicidal is he to his own peace who will persistently see only that which invades it, when, in the sight, he must refuse to see so much more that would give him pleas ure? Our own characteristics make our world. We may take almost anything in life and read it darkly or lightly as we choose. So then, close your eyes and your ears to the repulsive and the discord ant, and only open them to the beautiful and the entrancing. Wieathe your face in brightness and sunny smiles, for a radi ant, cheerful countenance is to the face what tintings are to beautiful and glori ous flowers, or the roseate and crimson and variegated colorings to the sky, when some grand and gorgeous sunset hath lent its most opulent glories to gild and beauti fy the islets of clouds that lie embedded In the ocean of space. It is like the songs of birds, when their precious strains come rip pling in sweetest wavelets from throats that God Himself did tune to glorious notes of joyousness and of gladness. It is like the mild and mellowed and chastened ra diance of a cloudless moonlight night, when every shadow wears on its bosom that jewel of silvery lustre which seems like those, glistening gleams of radiance flung off from Heavenly splendors. Yes, next to the sunlight of Heaven is the sun light of a cheerful face. There is no mis taking it the bright eye, the unclouded brow, the sunny smile,- all tell of that which dwells within. Who has not xelt its electiifying influence? One glance at this face lifts us at once out of the arms of despair; out of the mists and shadows, away from tears and repining, into the beautiful realms of hope. One cheerful face in a household will keep everything bright and warm within. Envy, hatred, malice, selfishness, despondency and a host of evil passions may lurk around the door, they may even look within, but they never enter and abide there; the cheerful face will put them all to shame and flight It may be a very plain face, but there is something in it we feel, we cannot express, and its cherry smile sends the blood dancing through the veins and for very joy we turn towards the sun, and its warm, genial influence refreshes and strengthens our fainting spirits. Ah, there is a world of magic in the plain, cheerful face ! It charms us with a spell of ete rnity, and we would not exchange it for all the soulless beauty that ever graced the fairest form on earth. It may be a very little face ; one that we nestle upon our bosoms or sing to. sleep in our arms with a low, sweet lullaby ; but it is such a bright, cherry face! The scintillations of joyous spirits are flashing from every feature. And what a power it has in the household, binding each heart together in tenderness and love and sympathy ! Shadows may darken around us, but somehow this face ever shines between, and the shining is so bright that the shadows cannot remain, and silently they creep away into the dark corners where the cheerful face is gone. It may be a wrinkled face, but it is all the dearer for that, and none the less bright. -We linger near it and gaze tenderly upon it and say, "God bless this happy face!" We must keep it with us as long as we can, for home will lose much of Its brightness when the sweet face I gone. And after it is gone, how the rememberance of it purifies and softens our wayward nature. When care and sorrow would snap our heart strings asunder, this wrinkled face looks down upon us, and ths painful ten sion grows lighter, the way less dreary, the sorrow less heavy, for we see the glory of the brightness "Over There" of that brilliant flood light which beams on all hearts and make every countenance as ra diant and as sparkling ss the glimmer of an icicl wben tnobeacrrs are dancing up on its stainless bosom. True Hospitality. In the art of entertaining our friends we are more apt to err in the observance than in the breach. There is no method of ren dering even the most self-obsequious at tention, and to a modest visitor such strained courtesy becomes a positive pain. It is not true hospitality to depart from our regular mode of living when we re ceive a guest, or surround him by a strain ed punctilio, -which Is uncomfortable alike to receiver and to giver. There is a good old homely sound in the term "pot-luck,M which indicates that the guest is to share our fireside, to be one with us, and partake of the goods that may be provided. If all of us live true lives, lives which are not ashamed to have the world see and know, if we did not have poor, w retched skele tons hiding in our closets,w hich we have not heart or bravery enough to clear out of our very homes, and not turn our dwellings into a hostelry for his reception. The wretched thing, which, for a better term, we call pride, but which i6 really the true demon of covetousnes6, is forever turning our homes topsyturvy, creating wretched makeshifts to make an appearance of an over-luxurious board, when we ought to be proud of the simple and homely good fare which we are able to have. How many women possessed of dainty rag car pets, well and tastefully made, over which the sunshine can play forever without any danger of fading them, long anxiously for tapestry carpets, and shut out all the sun shine when they have got them, for fear they may be faded. It is just this spirit that goes through the whole household, the spirit of dis satisfaction with all the homely surround ings a desire to introduce show and glitter and false makeshifts of every kind, which does more to break up family happiness and destroy all chance of ex tending true hospitality to our friends than anything else. If we live true lives we can brine; our friends home "at any time that we choose to invite them, and we need not apologize for the simple fare. They will appreciate the old Scriptural adage: ? 'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a stalled ox and hatred there with." She is indeed the truest hostess who makes her guests feel more at their ease, who in the plain old Saxon, can make them at home. The opening of dusty shut-up parlors, which smell of moth-eaten carpets, the parade of the best china on the table with trembling care lest a piece be broken, the setting forth of so elaborate a menu that it tends to gluttony, will never make our friends "at home." If our parlors are always open and we have no bric-a-brac too fragile to be admired by all the family, if no part of the house is too good for our own living, if in short we sacrifice entirely that gloomy sepulchral room which is still maintained in many old families the par lor we shall live much more natural, easy lives and we can then receive our friends into the living room, make them at home to the best that we have for ourselves, and we may always be satisfied that it will please them better than any tffort of strain ed hospitality. Too Willing. "Do you love me as dearly as men have ever loved women?" said Mabel, finding an easy anchorage for her ch eek about the latitude of his left suspender. tt More," said George, with waning en thusiasm, for this was about the two hun dred and fourteenth encore to which he had responded since b" o'clock. "More, far more dearly. Oh, ever so much more." Would you,"she went on, and there was a tremulous Impresslveness in her voice, "would you b willing to work and wait for me, as Rachel waited at the well, seven long years?" "Seven!" he cried, in a burst of genuine devotion, "Seven! Aye, gladly! Yet, and more! Even until seventy tiroes seven! Lets make it seventy, anyhow, and prove my devotion Somehow or other he was alone when he left the parlor a few minutes later, and it looks norv as though he would have to wait about 700 years, for she was fearfully angry when she swooped oat of the room as tb truth dawned upon her that Geerge was not seriously bent on marriage, and that he was entirely too willing to waif. v Beautiful Nights. We have never seen the nlghU more ex quisitely beautiful and entrancing! y lovely than they have been for the past week. Fair Luna, the majestic Empress of the sky, has been waving her silvery scepter from the star-gemmed throne of night, and filling the earth with a matchless scene of indescribable loveliness. The scene has been heavenly ,for every object was bathed in purest streams of stainless lustre, and seemed to ;breathe an odor of peare, of purity, of rest, of love, of happiness and of Heaven. Our beautiful trees, amid whose branches the rippllDg moonbeams brightly crept, and danced upon the quivering bo som of their trembling leaves as South winds made the music in the touch of sweetest iighings flooded our streets with millions upon millions of frolliclng and roliclng shadows, which went quivering here and there with all of the nervous gleamings of trembling stars when they are seemingly afraid of and shudder at the shadows of dark-browed night. Yes, it was a time for the lover's lute, for every thing seemed to feel the thrilling melody of harmonious Intermingling, and every heart opened a channel for the rapturous flowing of love's deepest and most' de lightful currents. No wonder then that so .jnany cozy retreats presented such scenes of beauty and of tenderness and of, sweetness as those the moon so approving ly smiled upon in brightest gleamings, and: would not tell, and neither must we write' about those enraptured communions, which have so much of Heaven and so little of earth in them, and which are some times experienced on a glorious moon-lit evening. And so we will leave the lovers alone in their own love-built grottoes of rapture, and as they sit In speechless bliss, and listen to the heart-beats, mingling to gether in glorious and entrancing rythm, we will indulge just one reflection upon the blessed stillness of uch sweet and calm and beautiful nights. Yes, they wean our thoughts from sordid scenes of earth, and woo them to that beauteous realm of peace and rest amid the blest, and of which these nights are so beautifully typical, and of whose glories and beatitudes we will never know until the spirit of immortality shall kindle its fires upon the ruins of time, and touch a world redeemed with the eter nity of its rapture. Pluck. With the aid or under the influence of 4 pluck,'7 using that term In a modern sense, and in relation to the daily heroism of life in the midst of difficulties, it is pos sible not only to surmount what appear to be insuperable obstructions, but to defy and repel the enmities of climate, adverse circumstances, and even disease. Many a life has been saved by the moral courage of a sufferer. It is not alone In bearing the pain of operations or the misery of confine ment in a sick room that this self-help be comes of vital moment, but in the monot onous tracking of a weary path arid the vigorous discharge of ordinary duty. Csteem . All of us have at times felt the spur to good conduct that is given by conscious ness that others think well of us and ex pect good things of us. It arouses all the energy of the nature to retain such esteem and to prove that it was not . unmerited. All good and all evil may be largely strengthened and developed by being drawn into notice, and may likewise be weakened and crushed by being Ignored or dropped out of sight. In honestly making the best of things and of people we not only in crease the happiness of the world, but also strengthen and enhance the good that is in it. Be Bright. The company of a good humored man is a perpetual feast; he is welcomed everywhere- eyes glisten at his approach, and difficulties vanish in. hi6 presence. Frank lin's indomitable good humor did as much for this country in the old Congress as Adam's fire r Jefferson's wisdom; he clothed wisdom with smiles, and softened contentious mind into acquiescence. Keep In good humor. To 3Iy Sweet Sweetheart' It is something sweet when the world goes 111 To know you are faithful and love me, still. To feel when the sunshine has left' the skies That the light Is shining in your dear eyes; . Beautiful eyes more dear to me Than all the wealth of the world could be It Is something dearest, to feel you near. When life with Its sorrows seem hard to bear; ' , To feel, when I falter, the clasp divine Of your tender and tiustlng hand In mine. Beautiful hand, more dear to me Than the tenderest things of earth could be! Sometimes, dearest, the orld goes wrong, For God gives grief with Ills gifts of song, And poverty, too, but your love is more To me than riches or golden store. For I think of you and cares grow light For your love can make the w,hole world bright. So True. On the cold pillow of chilly Indiffer ence, and beneath the rough blanket of unappreciation, the heart, once warm and tender and true and as sweetly Responsive as flowers to the dew, has been known to drop off Into the terrible respose of fcel ingless lethargy from which It never again awoke, and in which It only saw the hor rid skeleton of that sweet and precious and thrilling but blighted and perished dream which once tinted life with such roseate gleamings of bliss, and made earth seem like Heaven. And this perished dream lift's canticle of sorrow begins its endless current, for: The thickest ice that ever froze, Can only o'er the surface close; The living stream lies deep bslow. And flows and neyer cease to flow. - The Cause. If we find that our time passes slowly and heavily, we may be sure there is some wrong within. Either we have not enough to do or we woik mechanically, without heart or energy. If past time looks short and empty, It is because it lacks a distinct record of noble alms, definite re solves, worthy endeavors. If the imme diate future looks tedious and uninterest ing, it is because we are not living full, rich and earnest lives. Self-Restrain t. Under some circumstances enthusiasm, should not be repressed. But because the value of self-restraint is so manifest In many directions, the mistake is often made of supposing it to be equally valuable In all. Thus It happens : that enthusiasm is checked that ought to be welcomed; feel ings are kept back that should be express ed; and desires are subdued that need to be gratified, sympathy quenched tht might have blessed the community. Safer. 44 No, George," she said, "I cannot mar ry you. 1 shall always esteem you as a friend, but I cannot be your wife." "Clare " he said brokenly, "will yon grant me one favor before I go away forever?" "Ye, George," she replied kindly. "What is it?" Please put your refusal down on paper. I'M feel safer, you might sue me for a breach of promise." He Learned "The great trouble with you, John, i." said a lady to her husband, who wa suff ering from the effects of the night before. "You cannot say no. Iearn to say no.' John, ami you will have fewer headache. Can you let me have a little money, thU morning?" "No," said John, with appar ent case. Xot Built That Way A girl can sing aad a girl can d2r.ee, Ad a gir) can work crochet. But sho can't throw and hit a church For she alat built that way. " 1 .
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