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"Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, NOV, 9th 1892. NO. 31 Y OL. 11- WILSON NORTH MERRY MORSELS. k . n Anl ANT REFLECTIONS D BY HENRY BLOUNT. -.iflted with PUngent Points WS5- Spiced with Sweetest ht Faint praise is disparagement Call "the cousin, but cozfen me not Love is sunshine, hate is shadow. A woman is man's gij ardian angel. 3e a friend to yourself, and others will. lars are noted for being enter-pris- Burg a white elove often conceals a dirty band. j A thermometer gains rt oteriety by de- grees. Why should a layman dare for a sitting in the church? When a singer's voice take up his notes. ails, he cannot Kkht-keys, as a rule, hive their hardest work to do in the morningV Experience is the ! name men give to their follies or their sorrows. A veil is a protection against the sun of Heaven and thesons of earth. Wealth may not bring happiness but it forms a very good substitute for it Indigestion has been ccj mically defined as'the ingratitude of the stomach." Some men are so lacking in hospitality that they will not even entertain an idea. When we know how- to appreciate merit we have the germ ot it within our selves. In life you can "go as yj ou please," but you will be happier if you as you go. j ' "f strive to please Men resemble the gods in nothing so much as in doing good creatures, to their fellow Speak kindly and j act kmdly to others, and you will be sure to win affection as well as esteem. Silence is the softest response for all the contradictions that arise from imperti nence, vulgarity, and envy As an archer makes stra ight his arrow, so a wise man makes strai ght his thought, which is difficulty to turnj No character is complete that has not some mental treasures on which it may draw during the treachery When vou srive. take to of fortune. yourself no cred it for generosity unless you deny yourself of something in order that you may give. Vve are told "the evenin g wore on," but ffeare not told what the evening wore on Wat occasion, Was it the tier's day? Soft words may appease bitter words never wil throw fuel on a house in t0 extinguish the fire? close of a Sum- an angry man Would you names in order - "iyuiess mar. is qui ite undisturbed comes tiresome: we must have ups and Wffns; the difficulties whidh are mingled "uniove awaken Pleasure. passion and increase T .. Jfe is like a pack of carlds. Childhood's cards are hearts- youth is captured by ius; mldale age is conquered with u, whne old age is rikd in by the "oie spade. ery increase of knowledge -may possi bl7 render ... Is. , w lujr more aepravea, as tue . ay mcrease the strength of vir- ai is : ls in itself only poWer, and its val --was on if anni;,fd jllbaUU n. are - U of ano :her while you v0ien er tne influence of snvy and mane- wiwk"11 Wait vour 1 pi"ts are cooled tdut LJU may betteri judge, whether suppress the mkler. There . 1 inali unocbe a more glorious object fctewith k a hHman being, re- banner h . Vo,ence meditating in what cental. e might render h mself most ac- odtok- S Creator y doing most nis creatures. If you ' iorit..yJant'knwledke, you must - ' you musf toil for It; and Hw p, Umust toil for it. Toil is Hth ' ... easure comes through toil and AN We work ??d"lgence- hen one gets to rk life i8 a happly one. Autumnal .Reflections. We have again arrived at the season, at which fallen leaves which we see around us, reminds us of the decay of nature. A little while ago the forests were green and beautiful, and seemed all life, with the voices of the feathery tribes which pealed forth notes of iov and eladness. But now the trees are stripped of their foliage, and stand bleak and desolate before the gaze with none of their recent glory. The birds have departed to more genial climes, and to the eye there comes no pleasing pros pect, and to the ear no melodious sound. It is Autumn. Come, let us ponder on this great change in the inanimate creation, and seek to draw from it the instruction which it affords, j And how can we look now upon the withered grass, the tender plant, the tree of earlier growth, and the giant oak, without being reminded of our own decay? All, by their appearance, speak but of death and destruction. And though we know that ere long they will aain revive and resume their former splendor, yet for the present, as we behold them, they bring but sadness to the mind in its moments of contemplation. We know that, in a few months, all. will be clothed in the verdue of Spring, and be beautiful to the view once more. But whence the evidence of this? It is in the faded stalk which so proudly lifted its head to Heaven, but which is now cast down? Or in that stately tree which yet towers so much above its fellows, yet with no covering for its limbs and branches itself a picture of departed granduer? Nay! It is not in these, but in nature, which, in the past six thousand years, has ever been the same, and which we feel will be the same, while earth endures. In the variations of the seasons, it has changed the beauty of the forest to desolation, and again brought forth anew the happy and cheering pros pect which it took away. And because it has done so we rest assured that so it will do with the vision which is now presented to the sight that it, too, will grow bright er and more cheerful, when the cold winds have ceased, and gentle and genial zephyrs shall play upon all surrounding objects. But this annual repose of nature comes to us fulfilled with meaning which we may not thrust aside. It, as already said, tells us of the tomb. Man's existence here is not foiever, nor yet for many ysars. "We are passing away" is written on every hand in letters which the eye cannot avoid. And when nature seems full of desolation, especially is his certain doom brought most vividly to mind. As the leaves fall and are buried from sight in the earth, so do' we, one by one, drop down on our pil grimage and sink away beneath the dust which forms our bed and covering. And oh! how full of darkness and sorrow would be our lot, if we felt that a repose like this would never change that our dust, mingling with that of earth, would not come forth reanimated at the last day, when the earth shall roll from its axis and vanish from the Universe. But we have a nobler destiny. We aie not for time, but for eternity. Autumn may speak to us of death, but the Spring comes on apace te tell us that it is not lasting. So, when we turn our thoughts from the things of earth, let them pass beyond the grave and enter Heaven. And as we live, let our actions show that we have in view the new exis tence to which we shall awake hereafter that when our Autumnal rest is past, cloth ed in the spiritual garments of the just we may dwell immortal in that joyous land, where leaves never fall and flowers never fade, but where all is as the freshness of Spring and Summer, forever without change, beautiful, grand and peaceful. Yes, there is a land of never fading green, where trees never lose the luxuriant rich ness of their leafy glories, or the flowers their fragrance and the beauty of their vernal vigor and vitality; and we do thank God there is in our hearts a blessed hope of glorious immortality, and protected as it is in the arms of religion, and nursed on the faith and promise of Jesus, it too has an eternity of existence and grows stronger, purer and brighter as life runs down its channel; to the ocean of death. And even then its glory beams will flash across the darkened chasm, and illume and brighten up the inky deep which rolls be tween time and eternity, and disclose to the enraptured visions beautiful glimpses of that blessed haven of peace and rest which lies glistening, all bright and resplendent with that glory light which flashes in ever lasting sparkles fron. the throne of God. A Future Iiife. Some idea of the immortality of the soul has been almost universal. It has shown itself in the worship of the dead in the theory of transmigration, in count less dreams and imaginations. Man has felt that his sense of justice, his affections, his highest cravings, would be utterly un satisfied if this life were all. A future life has been the object of his greatest dread and of his most fervent longings. It may have been degraded into an idea of mere sensuous enjoyment, but it has also been raised into the noblest vision of union with that vhich is divine. Can this subject be better closed than by a few words on the influence of the Christian religion? We believe that in the gospel of Christ alone do all the religious instincts of mankind find their full answer. The wheat is sep arated from the chaff, and all that is good is purified, elevated , sanctified. The one living God of the gospel is not a distant Creator, not a hard immovable fate, not a a mere pervading Essence, but the Eternal Father of His human children. The mys teries of sin and death are not expiained but it is proclaimed that the gift of God is victory and eternal life, and that in the new heaven and new earth "there shall be no more curse." The sinful and misera ble state of man is not denied, but he is of fered redemption from the bondage of sin, he is shown the living way to a sure hope of restoration, and he promised an over- abiding Comforter in the spirit of Truth. His sense of the need of sacrifice is justi fied by the one great sacrifice of the Son of God, and by the teaching that the christian should follow his Master in the sacrifice of his own will to that of his Heavenly Father. The longing for a hu man ideal and deliverer is fulfilled in the perfect Son of Man, the " Desire of na tions," who came to reveal "the thoughts of many hearts,'' to be "the first-born among many brethren." The hope of im mortality is flooded with light and life through Him by whom "death is swallow ed up in victory." The vision of Paradise Is sanctioned and made into a home by the promise of a "Father's house" prepared for us, of a heavenly city where we shall "ever be with the Lord," and where "we shall be like Him." Amidst all rejoicings, the keynote, of all other religions was sadness over the vanity of all things human, Admidst all sufferings, the keynote of Christianity i joy and triumph. "If God be lor us who can be against us?" "We are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.'' It is true that we are sub ject to the same passions and weakness as other men; the temptations in varied forms beset us. Life and death, sin and suffering, are still shrouded in mystery, which we are nowhere promised shall ever be solved in this life; we only "know in part," we 'see darkly." But we are bidden to trust ourselves and all things to our God and Father. The Judgment Day. The work is done. The Judge arises. His throne becomes another Sinai. The fires of His wrath and the lightnings of His power blend in fearful granduer. The batteries of Divine Justice rock and bellow while their emptied thunders tear through the shivering throng and burst in awful ruin, ills sword is unsneainea rne stars stand back beyond the sweep, of its edge glimmering fire,"Depart,ye cursed,into the heil you have unsurped, prepared for the devil and his angels.pThe Nemeses of the Divine wrath will lift their burning scour ges and before their impetuous charge both devil and men will fly howling from the judgment seat farewell, God! and the tempests of God's retribution overtaking them in their flight, they fall! fall! fall! The dungeons of woe are bolted and the eternity of their night sets in. His sword is sheathed. The tempests float from His throne. The brightness of an approving smile rests now upon His brow. Angels reflect it; the relaxing brow of Justice re flects It; the sweet face of Mercy reflects it "Come, ye blessed" the throne of the Judge wheels into the front its muttering thunders now playing the sweetest music "Come," angels and archangels, and families and friends, fall into grand proces sion , and the magnificent pageant sweeps into the Heavens, rises above the stars, and the choral thunders of the coronation anthem of Christ ring against the arches of the universe. Dreaming Of Thee. The night has come with all her silvery train, The moonlight now is pure ; The hour Is come that I can rest again And dream of you. The air is still, the Western sky is gold, And far on lawn and lea The shadows bring the happy thought of old, And dreams of thee. The sweetest hour of autumn's day is ending; The song of bird and bee To the still time their influence Is lend ing, And sing of thee. The rest serene on earth and Heaven bringeth No rest to me ; No song to me the lonely night bird singeth, Weary for thee. .Thy shadow haunts the balmy autumn even, By land and sea; Between me and the happy moonlit Heaven Rise thoughts of thee. . I stand beneath the stars, whose quiet shining But brings to me, The thought of olden times, the weary pining For thee, for thee. To feel the longing wild, the yearning wearv, Thy face to see; To feel earth's brightest scenes grow pale and dreary, For want of thee. And know that whilt the stars shine on in Heaven, No sun shall bring to me Thy presence. Only as it came this even, ' In dreams of thee. Be Kind At Home. Be kind to dear ones at home. Be ten der, affectionate, considerate and respect ful, and home will be as sweet and and de licious as if angels from Heaven had flown over it, and dropped from their fragrant pinions the sweetest odors of celestial flowrers. Yes, be kind to the noble wife, who pronounced her own apotheosis to womanly royalty, when she trustingly and unfearingly placed her hand in yours, and gave you all that a woman has on earth to give. Yes, be kind to her, respect her feelings, regard her wishes, indulge her whims, bear withher little innocent follies; and the wealth of affection and the purity of devotion and sweetness of endearment she will give in return will more than a million times compensate you for all that you have done, and your home will then become a joy-lit vestibule to the bliss- roofed temple of Heavenly rapture, and utterances from her lips will be as sweet and as soft and as musical as the echoes which steal away from celestial 1 harmo nies. Old Papers. Many people like newspapers, but few pre&erve them ; yet the most interesting reading imaginable ls a file of old news papers. It brings up the very age, with all its bustle and every-day affairs, and marks its genius and its spirit more than the most laboured description of the histo rian. Who can take up a paper half a century back, without the thought that al most every name there printed is now cut upon a tombstone at the head of an epi taph. True. Examine yourself carefully, and see if a portion of your domestic trouble be not traceable to some fault or lack of your own. Perhaps when you became a hus band you ceased to be a lover, and your wife may miss the pleasant attentions and thoughtful kindnesses, that are so grateful to every woman. Endeavor to interest her in your affairs, by manifesting a tender care for her comfort and happiness. "T urn over a new leaf yourself, and see if your wife don't. Oeorffo's Experience. George Stalling has had another ex perience as will be seen by the following verses: Beneath the window of her room I tang my sweetest serenade And breathed my passion to the moon as on my light guitar I played; I pictured my affection like the ocean, wide and pure and deep, And in my softest numbers tried to woo my angel from her sleep. It filled my soul with bliss to think that like a modest, shrinking dove Behind her curtain slyly hid she hung upon my words of love, She hung upon my words the while her heart was drunk with love for roe, A heart as constant as the stars that keep their vigils with the sea. And so I sang and sang again the songs I knew she loved to hear Till from theook's department I beheld a shady head appear, And presently a voice remarked: 'Saht while I loves to hear yuh beller, The angel yuh's looking for Is gone out wid another feller." Marriajjo Land. When a couple enters this sweet and holy and blessed domain this God-given, Angel-tended, Heaven sheltered realm of the purest, highest, strongest and most ecstatic emotions of the human heart yea when a couple enters the blessed sphere In which so many precious germs of promise are just ready to bud and bloom and blossom out Into full expanded flowers of luxuriant beauty and richest timings of loveliness yea when they enter this high er sphtre of existence their steps should be timed to the melody ol heart beats, ming ling together In a harmonious and magni ficent rythm, and they should march up to this hallowed God dedicated 6hrine of purest earthly rapture only through the bliss bordered isle of reciprocal love and devotion. Observe this rule, and marriage will give to earth the rosiest and brightest and most beiutiful colorings, and existence will be thrilled with the pulsings of thi holiest and sweetest rapture. Amen, Mary For Love. Young men, banish all ideas of marry ing for wealth! Earn it, then you will ap preciate it and know how to save it. If you cannot bring a dowry of gold to a wife, bring her a pure heart and an untar nished reputation. . Bring her what a Greek maiden once said she would bring to her husband, 4 what gold cannor pur chase a heart unspotted and virtue with out a stain, which was all that decended to me from my parents." Get a wife who is above what earth can grant and lasting as the mind. Then will married life be pleas ant and agreeable, and the end be peaceful and triumphant. The Mind. There Is no sculptor like the mind. There is nothing that so refines, polishes, and ennobles face and mien as the constant presence of great thoughts. The man who lives in the region of ideas, moon beams though they be, becomes idealized. There are no arts, no gymnastics, no come tics who can contribute a tithe so much to the dignity, the strength, the ennobling of a man's looks as a great purpose, a high determination, a noble principal, an un quenchable enthusiasm. But more power ful still than any of these as a beautifier of the person is the overmastering purpose and prevadlng disposition of kindness In the heart. Mow To Kiss. George Stallings came In the office yes terday morning and said, "Mr. Blount, if you get In the notion to swap saliva with your best girl through the labial channel, known as the osculatory performance, please observe this method: Take your girl In warm embrace. Heart to heart, and face to face, Eye to eye, and nose to nose; Sip, sip, sop and the way It flows.'
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