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"Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain Unawed by Power and Unbribed by GairC WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, NOV, 16th 1892. NO. 32 MERRY MORSELS. un RADIANT REFLECTIOHO A" BY HEWRY IDLOyiiT. I i - -rtuated with Pungent Points punctua with Sweetest ana i, Bakers are great men to loif. Good buiscuits are general y kneaded. The baker always j has knead. his hour of Great truths are often said in fewest trords. you can easily tell a dogwood tree by its bark. . j The dentist is no rooster, a pull-it- j , : He is always A pleasant tone and a sweet smile cost nothing. Perseverance is the best school lor man ly virtue Silence your opponent with reason, not with noise Scissors grinders die some Imes of shear exhaustion It is a joy to think the best we can of humankind. Virtue and trade are the for children. ! best portions 3 The surest political appoin tment is dis- appointment A charity entertainment 'poor" show. ! " s generally a When firmYiess is sufficien rashnesS is and yet not unnecessary. , j i A man may be full of airs be a million aire. . j .- Shakspeare discovered that it was no play to write a play. ; i - To say that donkeys have brayings i8 simply an ass umption. The saddest thing under soul incapable of sadness. the sky is a Conscience is at most Imes a very faithful and prudent ad monitor. Ladies are not supposed to swear but they have often been! known to 'darn' things. Young lovers ought to make good de tectives because they are so vest-a-ate. riclinedjo In- Cats are mew-sick-all. Their notes are bad enough but their post ances are violin deed . ! mortem utter- Success is full of promise until men get it; and then it is last years nest, from which the bird has flown. Opinions altar, manners rise and fall, but the moral change, deeds aw is written on the tablets of eternity. He, who is false to presen duty,breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may-have forgottei i Its. cause. When Eddie read about Noah building the Arc he said he must have been the arc-itect of his own temporary salvation. Prosperity treads upon th ; heels of ener gy, when shod with the shoes of Integrity and following in the pathws y of honesty. Some :nen are like pyramids, which are Jy broad where they touch the ground, out grow narrower as thev reach the Ahe facility with which a man forgives his wn faults and then condemns those Mothers U a little surprisln to superficial servers. Lo ve is the golden key which opens the dootothe temple of the i sweetest jovs most thrilling ai,a Purest ecstaues. a raptures5 and Pun is a silver thread ih the needle of versation, which gives a radiant and ---v-vi om.cn to tne w hole texture of entertainment. Asleep, but thh of life never t I --w i Wl and the natt. ...uu h was weaving n the sun went down Is it weaving when comes UP to-morrow. No Pain, no palm ; no th drns, no thrones ; no gloo m. no glory; no trobble, no trium- Uphs; n bitterness, no beatitude; no 088, vno crown. We 'mus needs endure the ,e Panes o tK , . by . - " oeiore we can poss ted ,uJ7.in theIr ulest frJition the swee ssl- eets oth5 gs and the raptures of the A Glorious Scene. We turn for a moment from the chafing stream of politics to write upon a purer and lovelier and more beautiful - theme. We write of a scene that God Himself did paint with richest and most gorgeous col- orlngs that ever filled Heaven's most opu lent dye pots. We write of a grand and glorious-sunset, when the whole sky look ed as if all the beauties of Heaven itself had been collected and reflected upon those cloud islands that slept in the embrace of a roseate sea of molten splendor. In a stroll Sunday afternoon we. were permitted to feast our enrap tured vision upon a grand and gorgeous and I transporting scene of indescribable splendor and loveliness, cesed in I the God-framed 6ettinc of Heaven's own glory and sublimity, and tinted with all the radiant leflections that flash out their brilliancy from the com mingling corruscatlon of. the inimitable solendors of the Throne of God. It was a glorious Autumnal sunset scene. The fire eyed God of Day, having flooded the world with the quivering waves of richest brilliancy, was about to enter his crimson- painted chamber of rest and leave the earth to the vigils of the stars. Fleecy clouds, grouping themselves like mouri tains towering, rugged and jagged, were catching on their soft, tender peaks those rich and exquisite tintings which seemed like the matchless imprint of farewell kisses fnpm the God of Day upon their blushing cheeks. And then the grand, glorious, gorgeous transformation scene began, and in quick succession it would change from one color exquisitely beautiful and trans ports gly ; lovely j to another of richer, grander, more gorgeous tintings, and still the grand pictu re gallery of the skies grew and Increased in richness and sublimity, and became so gorgeous with its opulence of glory that we reallv fancied that a leak had some where been made In the golden pavements of " Heaven, and that these matchless colorings of the . clouds were but the drippings of some upset dye-pot In the studio of the an&rels. Line scene re- minded us of a lake of molten gold, which appeared to be aboiit two miles wide and six In length. Its banks looked as if they. were built of amethyst and tipped with the richest tints of jasper. Dot ted here and there were seemingly lit tle Islets of topaz flinging out now and then from their shimmering and resplend ent bosom the glisteninlng gleams of of some little sparkling diamonds made out of the flashing particles of shattered and clashing sunbeams, Rocks like sapphire could be seen jutting out of their bed of gold, while around their heads a silver ra diance gathered and sparkled with corrus cations like those which are emitted from the quivering lightning, when the thunder ing storm opens wide Its roaring doors and turns the dazzling torrents out. And then all at once a thousand little leaks in the dyke did creep, and through which poured a thousand shining rivulets of melted diamonds,! and which flung upon every little cloud ship that floated by a spray; so white that we almost fancied that it -j was the mist that had risen from the crystal stream in Heav en, and had settled down upon earth to show mortals below the stainless purity of the River of Life. And then In an ef fulgent blaze of concentrated splendor and gorgeousness and sublimity the sun closed Its fire-fringed eyelids on the bosom of dark-robed night, the shadows crept forth with noiseless tread around the ebon couch of day, and spread their mantle of black o'er the sleeping God of Light; and then, millions of twinkling stars appeared In glittering con stellations, and poured down upon the world of shadows their bright and tremb ling Weamlets of cheering silver light, and wrapped all earthly scenes In that glistening mantle of harmoizing repose that dulls and deadens and soothes tne - . tines of life's bitterest cares ana woes. How grand, how (glorious, how suhlime, how beautiful must Heaven be when these gorgeous scenes, of splendor and of glory are but reflectlc from that Throne of Light on w hlch our blessed Heavenly Father reign var4 ron wWch He scatter ed those matchlesT ''glories which made that sunset scene so gorgeous and so grand, and which made the whole Western sky look like a glory draped vestibule to scenes of bliss supernal . j ' : 1-.; : -'i The Bible As literature. Asa particular book, the Bible Is an unequaled source of literary Inspiration. As a book of lellgious truth, without any Impairment of Its Value or obscurity of its meaning, it may be studied from the liter ary stand-point; in fact, in the light of lit erary criticism , or tested by the unusual canons of the scholar, it will appear more sacred, more beautiful, more divine. Never forgetting that It Is our manual of religion, It is also the vehicle of the most wonderful literature In human annals, and precedes in importance, alt others. There Is no book 60 composite In character and yet so harmonious ' in plan, so multiplex in styles, and yet so uneducational in rhetoric and logic: so varied In contents, and yet so piogressive in its pilosophy and religion; as the Bible. Taken as a whole, it is massive, comprehensive, a relation of the infinite. Studied in Its parts, it stimu lates single faculties while it ministers nourishment to the whole frame. Its his tories are more compact than those of Herodotus, Gibbon, or Macaullay; its science is more accurate than that of Lln- naevs or Huxley or Audubon; its poetry, .whose key is a mysteiy, quiets Homer, Shakespeare and Tennyson; its prophe cies are unique climaxes of wisdom, both in drapery and in substance; its biograph ies excel those of Plutarch, Irving, Carlyle and Boswell; its chronicles of wars are su perior to those of Julius Caesar, Welling ton. Napoleon and Ulysses Grant; its epis tles eclipse those of Pliny, Madame Sevi gne and Francis Bacori ; its laws, in their ethical and spiritual Import, are quite be yond Justinian, Blackafone and the Eng lish parliament; its doctrines, as the sum of infinite teaching, tower above those of the Sanhedrin, the Partriarchate of Con stantinople, and the Council of Trent. Every phase of literature, every form of wisdom is in the j Bible. It ministers to all tastes and arouse the slumbering in tellects of all who' can comprehend the difference between reality and fiction, and who Incline to virtue rather than vice. Ruskin confesses his' indebtedness to the Bible, Homer and Sir Walter Scott for his mental discipline; Charles Reade pro nounces the characters in Scripture a lit erary marvel. . Mathew Arnold dally reads the New Testament in Greek for its style: Milton could not have written Paradise Lost without Genesis; Re nan's witchery of sty ie Is traceable to the New Testament; and the book has gone Into all professions and among all classes to waken uniformity of thought and similarity of speech respecting the soul, eternity and God. Job has taught the. poets the art of construction, and David has sung and un dying melody into the ears of the race The Book of Ruth is the model idyl, and the Book of Esther and Daniel abound in incomparable dramatic elements; Isaiah has plumed thestatesman for oratorical flights; Jeremiah has opened the fountains of pathos and sentiment in pathetic souls; Ezeklel has furnished a model style of ju dicial denunciation for the criminal lawyer; Paul has taught the thinker to reason and the essay ist to write ; John has instructed theologians and teachers that great truths are not obscure, and complex truths are most simple; and Moses and Christ have inspired judges with dignity and clothed their words and decrees with justice and solemnity. Of all books, whether rhetoric, vocabulary, poetry, philosophy, logic, his tory, or whatever be the end, the Bible should be first and most carefully studied, its literary spirit and form should be close ly traced and discerned, and Its truth should be reverently incorporated into, the daily speech, thought and life of us all. If You Were Mine. If you-were mine, how fair the day and fleet- How swift the night and sweet, Till soft sunshine Would make us glad anew and life com plete, If you were mine! Of love of friends, of hope of Heaven for lorn, Their loss 111 laugh to scorn And not repine! f must be glad though Heaven and earth should mourn. Weary the waiting Is for stolen hours Though sweet foi bidden flowers - Ah! give me love's sign. And come! for, darling, love life, all were ours. It you were mine! Trust Not Appearances. Looks often deceive. Appearances are frequently deceptive. The soothing and lulling Tefraln of the. deep toned music of the sweetly swelling roar of the waterfall arises where object are hurled and dashed to pieces in the foamy grasp of maddened waters. The calm and serene and "beaute ous and hope-giving rainbow has been seen to stretch Its gorgeous drapery .opulent with its variegated tintings of richest col orings a glorious reassurance of the Di vine Promise and yet beneath those same Iridescent glories so calm and so peace-breathing can te seen the tossing and the fretting of the restless and chafing ocean, whose sobbing and moaning billows roll roll on and on forever. A radiant and sparkling maiden, with a happy look ing face, bright as the glimmer of a sun beam, and rosy as the blush of the flowers, and wreathed all over with those rippling smiles on which ecstatic emotions float in dreamy rapture, and with an eye flashing forth the radiance of the starlight of her soul, may seem , as she realizes the power of her witchery, the perfect picture of per fect joy and perfect peace and perfect hap piness, and yet she may be experiencing right then all of the annoying agony of that a-gnawing hut unreachable tick f that has crawled up between her shoulder blades, and is satisfying the craving of his appetite. No, you can't trust to appearances, for thev are deceitful; yea the eye flashes gladness when the heart is in the gloom, and the flesh is quivering when the checks are in bloom. Lulling. ' Eddie has a very sweet and soothing and lulling voice, and his notes are not, as Ophelia said of Hamlet, "like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh,' but they haye that ;dulcet ripple which plays so beautifully upon the tranquil bosom of some serene and placid stream, and they always bring the - blessed balm of peace and calm to restive care and trouble. One might judge from the shape of his mouth and the way he swallows a hot potato, that his voice would resemble the com mingled shrieks of noises made by the filing of a saw and the whirr of a plane, but not so. His voice is much sweeter, much softer, and whenever we are sad and depressed and care-worn and sorrow-laden and gloom-shadowed, we call him to us and sit him down on our knee, and ask him tossing us one of his soothing songs of peace and rest. He takes a wad of tobacco from his mouth, blows his nose violently (for he knows that Is necessary, as he sings through his nose,) turns his eyes skyward like a calf in the last angonies or death , and then he softly murmurs: From Kzay nfeyaty Mountains, From Gttxritaphyz strand, ' Where Hxigptodg fountains Wash Matzitygpoh land. From Passaaazerjeenlcfk AndJLxopvwghexzee, x Parankzin and Belzadchizk, There comes the sound of peace. And then, gentle reader, we feel like dying. Tne Difference. The friendship of men for each other has a taint of selfishness in it, and is ' more or less shaped and promoted by business relations and mutual interests. But not so with the friendship of a woman. It is generosity itself and has In it a perfect little heaven of purity, sweetness and ex alted virtue. Happy and blessed and rich ly fortunate Is the man who has a true woman for his ft lend and thrice happy and fortunate is he who has her for his wife. To fill such a role to be her hus band's friend Is woman's grandest tri umph, and it gems her coronal with jewels of richest lustre. The glory of her life takes not its hues and Its colorings from the hollow bubbles of sycophancy which float on the shallow stream of adulation which flows out from hollow and empty hearts, but it takes its most gorgeous tint ings from the trust and the confidence and the admiration and the heart worship of her husband, based upon her own exalted virtues, and strengthened and Intensified by the matchless light and splendor of her queenly and angelic womanhood. Just Try It. Love's sweet rapture never die. It thrills and vibrates forever and forever. The man who has once enjoyed the sweet and delicious perfume ef a woman's love will carry In his memory forever some token of Its blessed Influence. He may become an outcast from society, and stand out amid the woes of the world a vice-wrecked hull of a once splendid ves sel of manhood. And yet, even then, though smeared all over In sin and shame, he still retains some recollections of the flowery Mav of feeling, and looking across the daik, deep and chilling waves; which roll between that love tinted past and the present, he catches a faint perfume of that old and withered flower which once bloom ed so beautifully for him, and while Inhal ing its blessed fragrance the present is for gotten, andlife is threaded once more with the high and transporting raptures, born amid Its luxuriant bloom. "You may break, you may shatter the vase If you will; But the scent of the flower will linger there still." Truth. Fling her in the most tremendous bil lows of popular commotion, cast her Into the sevenfold heated furnace of the ty rant's wrath; she mounts aloft in the Ark upon the summit of deluge; she -walks with the Son of God untouched through the conflagration. She Is the ministering spirit which sheds on man that bright and indestructible principle of life, light and glory, which is given by his Mighty Au thor to animate, to illuminate and inspire the mortal soul, and which, like himself. Is the same yesterday , to-day and forever When wealth and talent and knowledge and authority; when earth and Heaven it self shall have passed away, truth shall rise, like the angel of Monoah's sacrifice, upon the flames of nature's funeral pyre, and ascend to her source, her Heaven and her home the bosom of the holy and eternal God. The Grave. There exists no more elevating or pur er influences upon the human heart than the tender associations that cluster around the burial ground. No heart however callous, can enter the precincts of so sacred a spot, without feeling higher and nobler impulses within him. When the unhal lowed spirit of envy or revenge struggles for mastery over the better Impulses of nature, we can turn to the grave and feel a pure' air, fermenting our Inmost being, with its soft irresistible power. Ah then. Indeed will the impetuous surges which momentarily sweep across the soul's great deep subside; and a feeling of mournful quietude steal over it as oil upon the wa ters; then will chastening repentance calm the troubled sea of passion, as surely as when He stretched stretched forth His hand over the storm lashed ocVan, and whispered "peace be still . That Butt. Our punster saw two combative goats lock horns in earnest manner and goat each other In characteristic style. He wanted to separate them, and so catching one of them by that brief sample of an an atomical conclusion, generally recognized as a narrative on other animals, he called to us to seize the other. We asked him what he wanted to do, and he started our own wonder at the precodousnes of youth. and scattered a shower of sorrow on the gray hairs of his venerable and patriarchal farther, by saying Oh Mr. Blount I just want 10 un-butt-on their horn." Laughter. Laughter is healthful to the body as gtadnet s is to the mind, and there is not a more beautiful spectacle than a smiling face, If you know it is a true Index of a soul within. We do not speak of that species of idiotic laughter which Is sure to follow the exhibition of any low trick or the utterance of a coarse jest, but that geni al outburst that enliven the social circle when nen, like true philosophers, forget their past cares, and put off till the morrow all apprehensions regarding the future.
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