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IffflE Wl L M MIMEOH, "Our -4im tciZZ 6c, the People's Right Maintain Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Gain." WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, NOV. 2nd 1892. NO. 30 ,rnT, 11. V i uptiop8 peri? rice 35 I MERRY MORSELS. AND - a m ANT REFLECTIONS " . lj C 17 t bLUU I BY with Puri and Spiced with gent Points weetest Sentiment A noise has a yellow color. An azure sky is a sure ttW. Anoyester has an austere look. A maiden vain is not made in vain., A smile is the sunshine of. good humor. A lawyer's designs are g 2nerally feasi ble, i Spare moments are the gold dust of time. Deliberation, too prolonged, defeats its own ends. Sands makes the mountains moments make the years. Habit renders wrong-uuius &..iU a sort of second nature. A man takes his bride on to show that is devoted to- The sun is grand; but the moon takes the shine from it when she Eddie says Eve was not afiaid of catch ing the measles because shj had Ad-dam. H In this world it is not whkt we take up, but what we give up, that tnakes us rich. Love gives to life a Heaven ,and makes us feel Eden. Life is full of conpensatidn. The tongue of the deaf and dumb neve gets him into trouble. a bridal tour ner. rosy gleam of we live again in The burden of song might be said to be too great when the singe the tune. - r cannot carry h a man who Lie gives you false You cannot depend upo makes bogus money, impressions. Nothing is ever done beautifully which is done in rivalship, nor rj done in pride. The coachman's occupation is more agreeable than the hostler, is more stable. Help somebody worse off and you will find out you than you fancied. His just a little singular I that the pro duct of the still should make the men who imbibe it so noisv. Some crimes are never d ever heard of a ball player for stealing bases. Edd le says you should never rail at a . man who is on the fence as it mignt prove owense-ive to him. ; No, Eddie the twinklihg stars those ""c ngnts which illuminate the sky, are not.eally wicked like candies, but they do wn-tiwate every night. T ln me places thevcheJir the tassels of eesas a substitute vfdr tobacco, and that reminds us of the old Chewers d thou shalt be Our punster remarked 0001 and shoe making was the "last" on earth, beca 10 Peg away awl th obly which is but the latter than yourself, are better off unished. Who- being arrested adage "Be fir- lappy." the other day 1 sole. use a man was e time to save The ll'rrk L . . , "'"--neartedness of mething great and Joble; it is th triumph of Position. The of the young has cumstance, the truth over hypcicracy and im- luscious fruits becom;..: ,C inose ich grow and ofCK- WuPn the luxuriant -trees gallons faithful- ibaSd -Garments, :"ring and I oush nd hone h unouil tond caresses but it will be as as COmfortlPKS as a ter whk ' "u tne 8,eet arid snows of wln- hereJ, , beaut' H all its fragrance . --"atadedtndgo'ie. irenelfuCe8 and lau8ht-r-tuned voices of'w! 'wilch pierce the lheew and km adows, even tk- w j wintprt . it tthro,,. "7 Jovcl Vitc S" me wxJy of 1 c cnuIorent cnl.. jL T'"9n or a sun-kiss- ns of morning ght and de- Act Well Y our Part, For Tliere Tlie Honor Lies. Yes, do your duty well and faithfully and honest lv in whatever position you may be placed, and the reward that will crown you will come alone from the effort you have made and not fiom the office you may chance to fill. It is the service and not the position which iurnishes the jewels that sparkles with such lustrous brilliancy in the diadem of public approbation, and any one can gem his coronet With just such jewels of worth and excellence, ln this earth-life there are various vocations. Some are high and exalted, others are low and humble. All must be filled, and the one, who performs his duty best, de serves the richest reward and highest hon or, regardless of tne position in which that duty was done. The pilot, who sits on his lofty post of duty, and guides his noble and majestic steamer through the bounding billows of the sea, would be powerless to buffet a single wave were it not for the aid and the co-operation he receives from those soot-rbesmirched toilers way down at the bottom of the vessel, who shovel and pour coal into the red hot jaws of that hell-like furnace, and thus doth feed the hungry mouth which makes the steam that gives to the vessel that strength and that gigantic motive power which laughs to naught the wildest sweep of fiercest billows. And so we say to those who may not win the first prize in the race of life, and fill the highest niche in the temple of renown, you can make yourself felt and useful in whatever sphere you may be thrown. Tis true there is but one mighty Niagara whose thundering roar is wafted on winds of renown to every land of the sun, and induces people of every clime to come and stand upon its awe-wrapped banks, and listen ln speechless wonder to the thunder ing anthems rising in melodious incense to the God of Nature. Yet there are thousands upon thousands of murmuring cascades, which catch the silvery ripples of 6weetly flowing streamlets, and, dashing their ra diant wavelets into foam-crested whirl pools below, they send up their-rising spray in streams of sweetest melody to chant their own sweet peans of praise, and thus help to swell the notes and give more mel ody to the choral harmonies that flow in dulcet waves of enchantment from the stringless Instruments of Nature's match less orchestra. 'Tis true their strains are not so loud and grand and ocean-toned, but yet they serve to make up that thrill ing diapson of melody which pours its ripples over the embattlements of the sky, and there, amid the angel choir their soft est echoes die. 'Tis true there is but one Mississippi river, whose majestic sweep of waters move on in noiseless majesty to the warm throbbing breast of the sweetly wooing Gulf, and on whose regal bosom vast argosies do float to feed the white winged birds of the bounding billows. Yet there are hundreds upon hundreds of flow ing rivers and graceful streams and mur murings brooks and singing rivulets and rippling Mils, winding here and there their silvery currents throughout pur wide do main, ind they are deemed necessary in the divine economy of God, for the sweet est flowers bloom upon their mossy brink, and in their cooling deeps the thirsty cat tle drink. 'Tis true there i but one Ju piter and Venus in all the sky, yet if their radiant beamings furnished the only waves of light that rolled like'glistening diamonds from off the sea of night, the sky would be empalled with shadows dark and drear, and we would turn not therefor comfort or for cheer. But millions of little stars doth all their glories blend, arid down up on earth's shadows their heavenly radiance send. And so theh mingling beaming doth make the sky so bright, we never dread the shadows that follow the blackest night. 'Tis true that in the forest some monarch oak arise, and point his towering head into the very skies, but suppose no other trees would dare mid it to stand, the shower of the sunbeams would parch and scorch the land; but other growth ricn foliage give, and help to make the shade, and in their cool retreats the sweetest songs are made : for birds you know build nests in bush and flower, as well as in tree tops which up to Heaven tower. So acquit yourselves like true men in each and every sphere, and do not once surrender to any doubt and fear. Your missiles may not hit the mark at which you first did aim, but keep on nobly trying and you will then win fame. Yes, be pure men, be true men, be honest and be brave, and honors brighest banner alike o'er each will wave; and when vour work is ended, and you go home above, God himself will crown you with the laurel of his love. Musical Culture. The brilliant and talented and versatile Miss Effie Ellis writes: "Asa nation we have yet to learn and teach music as a science. Generally it is considered a part of a girl's education the finishing part rather than a master study for man and woman. The day is approaching, where this generation and many others can enjoy the pleasure and reap the benefit of its be ing taught in our schoois and colleges as a science of worth. Why this lack of cul ture? Where does it lie? Partly with parent, partly with, and in teaching. A child is put at school at the age of six or seven and kept there, till graduated, a a lapse of ten or twelve years. The same child is put at music about nine or ten years of age and if not developed into a so called musician in a few years, this study is discontinued. Now, looking at the time spent in the two schools, can we wonder that music has no firm hold upon us, as a nation. As a science it is taught in some schoois and ought to be in all. It becomes an art by specialists and requires money time, and persistent application to reach this standard of perfection. A child can learn musical notes and their respec tive value and relation to each other, cul tivating a taste for it sufficient to judge and enjoy good music. When starting these little ones to school we do not stop to question their talent for mathematics, or not, but they are compelled to study it any how, and how few become expert mathe maticians? Still, all learn enough for daily use. To many, music is a mathematical calculation, A unit and its fractional value. All who study mathematics do not expect to fill the chair of this science at Harvard or Yale; all who study music do not ex pect to star the American stage with re citals, yet each one can cultivate the taste, respectively, as to recognize the beauty of the science. All fault does not lie with parent, but a great deal in teaching. There is in our nature a responsive feeling to touch and sound, and this must be direct ed a right. Nature as a whole, with dis position must be studied. "The proper study of mankind is man" can be well ap plied while cultivating the faculty and taste for music. There is so much to learn, that is truly beautiful. The deeper we go into its fathomless depths the deeper we want to go. Never an end, always some thing to learn, to encourage us on. Its culture may be classed in four relations; the eye, the ear, the taste and the excutive ability, each closely bearing upon the other. Different minds grasp music in a wholly dissimilar sense. The sale of trashy music will continue just as long as the populace want it, hence the necessity of culture. How much time and money is spent in trashy music and literature. Spent, aye, wasted. So often the servants are companions while Wagner, Btethoven, Chopin, Mendelesshn, Mozart, Lislz and others, with the Bible, Shakespeare, Scott, Bulwer and others in this line, lie unnoticed. If not from a selfish motive, why not cul tivate the beautiful in all things for the sake of future generations, the future of this sunny and promising land of ours! As in lineaments we do we trace a family or kind, so too, by the taste and mind. Hereditary, plays an important part in life. "Not only the sins of the father'' and handed down, but the faculties ot mind, disposition and taste, whether cultivated or not. A Keilection. The glory of Summer has gone by the beautiful greenness has become withered and dead. Were this all, were there no aasociatins of moral desolation of faded hopes of hearts withering in the bosoms of the living connected with the decay ing scenery around us, we would not in dulge in a moment's melancholy. The aeason of flowers will come again the trees will again toss their cumbrous heads of greenness to the sunlight and by mossy stone and widening rivulet the coming blossom will start up as at the bidding of their guardain. But the human heart has no change like that of a tree. It has not Springtime. Once blighted in its hour of freshness, it bears forever the mark of the spoiler. The dew of affection may falU and the gertle rain of sympathy be lavished upon it, but the stone root of blighted feeling will never again waken In to life nor the crushed flowers of hope blossom with their wonted beauty. A Sod Experience. George Stalllngs came In the office Monday morning and his hrow was cor rugated with deep drawn lines of suffering. Every fibre of his being trembled in throes of bitter anguish, and every feature was as pale and colorless as the pallor smitten ghost of a dead snow flake. His eyes glared at us like the headlight of a locomotive. His quivering lips fiercely opened and thus he did pour out the seeth ing and simmering and surging feelings of his lacerated bosom : "Canst thou minis ter to a mind ruined and shattered? Canst thou smooth down the bitter acerbities of thornful recollections? Canst thou up root the aching pangs of painful memo ries deeply buried in my quivering heart? Cant thou give me some sweet nepenthe, and let its deadening potations drown in blest oblivion the woes that will not kill and will not die? If not fling upon wide Sheol's ponderous doors, and let the den sest smoke of the biggest fires of wildest despair hide from sight this wound of mor tification that rankles in my heart." We approached him sympathizingly, and asked him the cause of this stormy bu llion of raging grief. He said that he had an engagement with a girl last night, and went to her home blissfully dreaming of a blissful evening with one whose powers of witchery could make life pass like a dream of rapture, and whose smile could flood earth with the radiance of celestial gleam ings. I reached the shrine of enchant ment said he and was about to felicitate my soul upon its transporting ecstacies, when I chanced to look through the blinds and saw her seated upon another fellow's knee with lips glued, it seemed to me, in love's fondest cement. She said she was trying to biie a speck off his front tooth, but that was too-thin and I left in the bitterness of despair, for I realized then that she had placed the coronet of preferment upon the brow of another, and left to me the thorn studded aureole of the sharpest pointed deprivation. The sad and lonely and mournful heart beats, that surged through my bosom then, seemed as dismal and as plaintive as those waves, of the sea which beat upon the lonely shores of some ice bound Norway of dreariest isolation. And as I walked out in the night, homeward bound, the very stars shivered with fright at my sad sight, and their silent beams, which earthward fell, seemed like the ghastlv frowns of the pallid ghost of that dead dream and that dead hope. Oh Mr. Blount my heart is sinking, sinking down, down, into evtrlasting dispair." After he go through the above pent up emotions of a disappointed dream and blighted hope he went out into the engine room, and pretty soon we heard a commo tion there, and going thither to ascertain the cause we found that Jack Dinkins had him standing on his head with his feet stretched skyward, and with the mallet Jack was striking him amidships, saying that the poor fellow's heart had sunk so low that he was trying to get it back to its original locality. And thus ended the first morning lesson in that terrible chapter of bitter experi ence. A Hard Fall. In The Country. We were passing a saloon on Tuesday and saw a drunken man fall heavily to the ground. We assisted him to his feet and he said : Say that (hie; was the biggest (hie) earthquake we've (hie) had yet. No earthquake said we. Why Mister (hie) it was a jarrer, (hie) felt shock, (hie) awful. We assured the fellow that he was drunk and had fallen out of the door, and that it was the hard fall which had caused the shock, and that there had been no earth quake that day. He looked at us for two minutes in blank astonishment, and some what recovering from his bewilderment, he said: "Mister, wish you had told me that be fore. I wouldn't have grabbled hold of the verth like I did. I thoufht the whole thing was a gwine to slide right . out in the ocean, and I wanted to get a good hold on her before she tuk the shuv. So you say she is still solid and not a quaking. We told him there were no symptoms whateyer of an earthquake, and that he might banish all fears. Thank es, much 'bleeged to ye, but if 1 had known all this, I wouldn't laid down just now, but 1 thought it was an earthquake." We recently spent several days In the country, and while there we enjoyed the charms and delights of one of the loveliest and sweetest homes we ever saw. It was to us a green, sweet, flower-laden, bird melodled oasis, for we Inhaled the perfume of the rarest flowers of enjoyment and heard in perfect rapture the minstrelsy of the sweetest song birds of delight. We enjoyed the companionship of some of the loveliest maidens that ever threw witch ery around human hearts and made them throb with the ecstatic puUIngs of an en trancing delirium of sweetest and purest and highest and holiest rapturers. And such scenes of blUs make us love the country. The fields are lovelier than paved streets, and the great forests oaks and elms are more poetic than steep les and chimneys. In the country is the idea of home. There you see the rising and setting sun; you become acquainted with the strs and clouds. The constella tions are your friends. You hear the rain on the roof and listen to the rythmic sighing of the winds. You are thrilled by 'the resurrection called Spring, touched and saddened by Autumn the grace and poet ry of death. Every field is a picture, a landscape; every landscape a poem; every flower a tender thought, and every forest a fairy land. Yes God bless the country, and God bless the lovely maidens who make some country homes a sweet and precious Eden a blessed foretaste of joys that we will find in Heaven. A .Reflection. Afflictions and misfortunes are but the snows and the sleet of Tinjie's colt! Wnter, and make us long for the balmy skies and vernal odors of the everlasting Spring in the Eternal Hereafter. And they are blessings in disguise, for they lift our vis ions up to the glories and splendors of the Celestial City, and in thus seeing them our own lives must needs grow bright and re splendent in the effulgent glowings of those reflected glories that glimmer and glisten and sparkle in the diamond-like corruscations of brilliancy around the Great White Throne where break in shim mering ripples of imperishable and ever lasting lustre the crystal waters In the river of immortality. He Wants Her. George Stalllngs has written a sonnet to his be6t girl in which we find such gushing yearnings as "I miss you, my darling, I call you my darling, darling, darling, I need you my darling," and that "the blank of the dum air is bitter" without her. He evidently does miss her quite considera bly; but whether he wants her to sew on a suspender button or pull off his boots, he fails to state. About Twilight. Eddie has been courting the muse again, as will be seen from the following: The evening for her bath of dew Is partly undressed; The sun behind a bob tailed flush Is setting in the west; The planets light the heavens with The flash of their cigars; The sky has put his night shirt on And buttoned it with stars. Eve-n So. When Eve came to Adam the days of that good man became evil, Herald. Eve-n if that were so, Eve had A dam sight harder time of it than the man, and her sex ha been doomed ever since then to bear many folds more suffering. Suggestion. "Your name, my child?' inquired the matron of the poor little waif that had applied for charity. "Mary Haddell." "Little lamb!" feelingly exclaimed the tender hearted matron.
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