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O "Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain Unawed by Power and Unbribed by Gain.'9 WILSON NORTH' CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, DEC. 14 1892. NO. 35 MERRY MORSELS. RADIANT REFLECTIONS ND by HENRY BLOUNT. tuated with Pungerjt Points punctua with Sweetest an sentiment Arabit trail is a hare line, pun is the past tense of due, Tfae poet is a vers-atile gem A false chord of music is a discord. A bird is never a burden to a poor hun ter. A rawing ratal night; is vivy annoy ing- A rain is ever arraigned for doing mis chief. votrhnn is is a nicexondimerit for late dinners. A dissipated man is genera ly a dizzy should be paled man. A ady who never marries named Ida Kline. We wonder if a noise annoys A noice point , that. an oyster. e . Lame men have running expenses the same as other folks. Strange to say , elasticity has snap when it's "broke." The bottom of a gun barrel good base for a charge, j ts greatest s always a The credit gained by a lie lasts only un til the truth comes out. The chief disease of a 1 miser is attacks of tightness of the chest. The man who was lost; in slu mber found his way oat on a nightmare. A husband may be a smok er but his fife won't let him smoke her Let people talk about worn; n's sphere, but their greatest fear is a mouse. Everything requires sleep, ment looks worn when it loses Even a gar its nap. Lovers are fond of the frontj steps, be to a-door. cause thev allege it is the place Tears bring forth ihe richi hess of our natures, as the rain sweetens the smelling briar. A smile in slep is the r effected gleam of a love-ripple upon the cu rrent of a dream. Sarcasm is the throne which is left, when the frosts of ill-nature have wither ed all of the soul's 'sweet 'flowers. Friendship is that rare flower which blooms as sweetly and as beau ifully in the snowy December of misfortune as in the .warm and rosy May of prosperity. Affliction is the furnace thrc ugh which the heart must pass in order to burn off ii - . the dross of all worldly gain, and gild it ith the refined gold of Heavfenly aspira tions. Character is a mosaic which takes a life time for completion ; and trifleL the little "wigs of life, are the instruments most used in preparing such a previous stone ,UI us place. The great truth that needs to be taught every child, impressed upon every and established in eve y mind is, 1 the basis of all happiness loyalty to . ""i and right. HoPe is the radiant star in ent of life, and throuhnf the firma- the dafrkest 'ghtof adversity it sends dowjn a silvery otught to cheer us through the l0m, and bid us upward lool :. PPiness does not consist n our po 10nslut what we are in nled of our- 1 he person who has 4 nd conscience is f.r K.U clean heart than ii he as the owner of the untold millions. The nearer wp r,of J s-t iu uie ji ass tne less ee oefec Church Rteeples, for t le more we cified and Him the sweet one cru- ieel f and need P have and or useless creed, for only Jesus hang- Praver SaVC US throuSh pe gates of :dWithOUt fnd Carcsses . varments, is lik u and honied edof:t , u uiwiu wnen r d when rob- 'e a r i ucut,ups iruit, 'o 'Ubh When wntr frosts hav or e cWin V . exclulslte timings and g Perfume of its bright en- t flow pnd bloom- crs. He Died Poor. Such is the judgment about one who recently died. And yet it was said of this man, who went about, doing good in his humble way that "he died poor," because he had failed to accumulate wealth and leave behind him a bulk of property that would stand a frail and fleeting and evanes cent monument to his energy and industry and thriftand tact to make and hold monev and to grow rich perhaps at the ruin and downfall of others who fell into the ra pacious clutches of heartless avarice, and became aprey to the wolf like fangs of its insatiate greed and hunger. Yes, accord ing to the world's estimate and the way riches are calculated here "he died poor' But go with us, gentle reader, to his death bed and witness the glory light of religious comfort that gathered in a halo of precious cheer around his couch, when the Messen. I ger of Death was making ready to bear his spirit across the flood that rolls between Time and Eternity. No gloomy forebod ings and agonizing apprehensions are his as the shadows of Asrael's wing begin to droop about him, for they are gloriously tipped and beautifully tinted with the ef fulgent splendors of a better and brighter world, and he knew and felt and was com forted with the precious truth that to him the grave was but the glory lit tunnel through which he needs must pass to a higher and sweeter and grander existence, and that Death was but the God sent train of deliverance to bear him to the raptures and the glories of that higher life. And while'his loved ones were weeping at his bed side, and were dreading the bitterness of the inevitable parting a beautiful smile of joyous delight broke in sunniest ripples of ecstacy across the wrinkled features, for the pearly gates did open wide at his whis pered prayer, and then the beauteous im print of Heaven's radiance glistened there; and beams of glory round him brightly shone, and told of the splendors of his eternal home. And yet it is said "he died poor." Did he? Let us, in fancy, go to the Judgment Seat and hear the recording Angel as he reads the records of the deeds this poor man did down here, and hear something of the life which he did lead. He did not accumulate wealth; he built no fine houses, whose brick was made with the heart pumped sighs of the oppressed, and whose mortar was mixed with the tears of the widow, to show forth the glo ry and splendor of his riches; he did not move about in the gilded carriage of royal affluence, and have flunkeys to bow in his presence with sycophantic smiles and heartless adulation. No, none of this, but he went about doing good, lifting bur dens frem shoulders that were too heavily laden, whispering words of cheer to the weak and despodent, giving aid and com fort to the needy and the sorrowing, hush ing the cries! of the orphans by filling their mouths, and brushing the tear drops from the grief filled eyes of widows that were weeping o'er the graves where their husbands were sleeping. And then when the Recording Angel stops to turn anoth er page, we hear from the Judge Eternal the glorious verdict "Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joys of thy Lord " And then a rustling of silver est wings is heard, and angels and seraphs and cherubims gather around this sainted spirit, for they come to take part in the blissful coronation. A glorious crown is brought forward, and it is glistening with richest brilliancy, for every kind deed that he had done for the poor, and every kind word that he had spoken to the dishearten ed, and every tear that he had brushed from the eyelids of the distressed had been gathered up by unseen angel fingers, and borne to the blessed courts of Heaven, and under the preeious alchemy of God's bless ed love and mercv they had been changed into pearls and rubies and diamonds, and had been placed as gems and as jewels of richest lustre in that crown of glory which he would wear in biiss forevermore. And then as he bows his head to receive that glittering crown as a reward for his well spent life on earth, another God crowned seraph begins to sip the bliss of that purer, higher birth; and then a shout, known on ly to blessed immortality, is heard, for all Heaven's dome with sweetest raptures rings, as this poor rdan strikes his golden harp and with the angels sings. He Died Rich. Such was the announcement made last week when a rich man went to his eternal reward.Tis true he had accumulated wealth and made his name famous the wide world over; but did he die rich? Was he clothed in the robes of that righteousness woven in the loom of that divine sacrifice made for the sins of the world, or does he stand be fote the Eternal Judge, stripped of all his worldly possessions poor and needy and naked? In another column we have traced the career of a poor man who died so rich; now let us glance at the record, as we find it in The World and see if the rich man died poor. That paper says that other men have risen from poverty to af fluence, and the United .States contain not a few who have created colossal fortunes in a few bold enterprises by the simple ex ercise of their shrewdness, foresight and daring, but the man's great wealth was created through a series of incidents so ex traordinary and so dramatic, and by meth ods so audacious and unscrupulous, and iwith results so injurious to his country, that his career dazzles the imagination, and in the brilliancy of its success one is apt to forget the means by which that suc cess was attained. He has been in finance and speculation what Napoleon was in war and politics the most brilliant adventurer the world has ever seen. Look back upon his wonderful career. As sometimes an assassin is tracked by his footsteps in the snow or by the crimson that have fallen from his fingers, dripping with the life of the virtues so he can be traced by the stains it has left on the records of his time. We follow him into Wall Street, where for twenty four years he was to reign as a king and master. . We see him at Al bany bribing Senators. We see him in New York purchasing judges, defying the law, issuing millions of' securities, not a dollar of which represented legitimate ex penditures. We see him plundering the great property of which he was nominally the trustee. We see him and his compan ion, James Frisk, Jr., the gambler and de raulter, in a series of stock operation opposing Commodore Vanderbilt. We see him organizing the greatest and most das tardly financial conspiracy the woild has ever seen laying its foundation in the actu al bribery of a member of the President's family, and in attempting to involve in the speculation the President himself Ameri ca's greatest captain. We hear the awful crash of Black Friday's earth-quake, from which Gould, the arch conspirator, saved himself, but in which hundreds were in volved by Gen. Sickles. Gen. Dix and Gen. McClellan. We see him arrested for appropriating the property of the com pany of which he was President, and to save himself we see him make a pretend ed restitution of the misappropriated mil lions. The records of the investigation tell. Judges were his tools. Legislatures were his instruments. Eminent lawyers were retained to devise safe ways in which to break the law. Business men of repute did not feel disgraced to sit on his boards nor hesitate to share in his pillage. And thus he accumulated riches and thus he died, and in the closing scene he did not catch a radiant gleaming of a blameless and well spent life and his ears must have drank in the echoes of the wait ings made by ruined friends and inpoverish ed widows and helpless orphans. And so if this record be right he carries to his Maker "nothing but leaves," and v as indeed both naked and poor. Iiife. Life means immortality, sure and bless ed; life means joy, divinest joy, ever sweet ening and deepening as the ages roll, life means enthusiasm, constant freshening and uplifting of spirit, every day a new day full of untried possibilities and;exhaus ted hopes. Life means love, wide as hu manity, deep as the heart of God; life means expenditure of self for the good of others, source of the purest happiness which the soul can know. A Stag: Party. "Mr. Snaggs, rhat is a stag party?" asked Mrs. Snaggs of her husband. "Paradoxical as k may seem," replied Snaggs, "a stag party is one to which the dears are not admitted. " Will Pass Away. Reader, are you burdened with cares, and is the roadway hot and dry and dusty, and do you feel like fainting by the Way side? If so, cheer up and find comfort in the blessed thought that all these things will one day end, and pass away. Are you the sad victim of disappointment, and is your face now catching the pitiless pelt ings of misfortune's iciest and stormiest winter. If so, remember that as the fiercest blast doth yield to the odor-filled breath of the vernal reason and pass away, so will the rigors and the tempsts of life's hardest winter lose their power and their fury, and will one day end and pass away. Is your heart filled up with the sad, sad ruins of blighted and crushed and shattered dreams, and do you find scattered here and there in mournful heaps the sharpened thorns of bitter memories? If so, remember that these will also fade and pass away. Are vou forced to wear sorrow's crown of sorrow by remembering hap pier days and are you keeping in sacred and sweetest nursery the old faded letters, all crumpled and yellow, once bright and beautiful evidences of a love which burn ed and glowed so warmly and so radiantly, but now so cold and dead, and with noth ing around it but ashes. Are you? If so, remember that even these memories, and all of the relics that love used to wear will end and pass away. Yes, kind, gen tle reader, 11 the trials and all the troubles and all the sorrows and all the heartaches will pass away, and you can rest on the grass spread banks of gurgling brooks, and stiollat will through fragrant meads, mid scenes of sweetest peace and brightest joy . And now if bereavement is wringing your heart in its grasp of anguish, and jeweling your eyes with the glistening gems brought from its deep.hiddeu casket of sorrow, re member that these tears these pearly messengers from their reefy home of grief will one day be dried up in your weep ing eyes, and brushed away by the crim son sweep of the golden floodlight of resig nation, even as the warm, bright sunbeams of morning dry up and brush away those trembling silver tears which the night did weep, and dropped upon the sky's dark face of shadow and of gloom. Then, reader, take cheer and comfort, and when your way is darkest and life seems to be forlorn, remember that out of the deepest shadows there blossoms the rose of dawn. A Reflection. Those who penetrate the depths of hu man existence know that the most im pressive prayer is silent, the purest joy unspeakable. There are poems that have never been written in the language of men songs that have never been sung, but who can doubt but that some of them were sweeter far than ever heard, nobler than ever expressed. Yes, it is possible that there are those who have had visions of ambition just as grand,hopes just as sublime ao any that ever brightened the lives of Milton or Shakespeare; but "the setting of a great hope is as the setting of the sun," and the sun of their ambition has set amid the dark clouds of neglect, envy and des pair, leaving not so much as one golden footprint behind. Those who, perhaps, would have been illustrious benefactors of their, race, the most devoted followers of science, have had their life barks driven rudely along hy the adverse winds of time, and at last have entered the port of death, their names unknown, their deeds unsung. It is thus that many a bud of promised genius has died unfolded, its fra grance still within it; many a gem of brightest lustre has been washed under the dark rocks of oblivion by the tides of so ciety. Potency Of Liittle Things. Little drops of water, Little grains of corn, Make the festive whiskey And the morning horn. And the little cocktails, Humble though they be, Make swelled heads and fill The penitentiary. Home Sweet Home. Little word, but none o potent and magical in its influences. Why U it thai "Home Sweet Home" so thrills the puUcs and warms the blood and mists the eve whenever it is sung to the world? It is because it does appeal so powerfully and tenderly to human souls, and because it never fails to inspire a sentiment that ani mates every bi east. No other word stirs such emotion no other sound is so freighted with holy memories. Visions of gold in far off fislds may allure our stray ing footsteps, but we cannot forget the old fireside, however coarse; nor its friends however unlearned and uncomely ; when the winds are sighing their dismal misere, the memory of all steals over us 'with a heart breaking tenderness akin to the pathos that saddened the Swiss guards. Dearly as they loved their honor, the love of home and associations was strongar the killing exile could no longer be borne and the dis grace and penalty of desertion were for gotten in the unconquerable yearning for another glimpse of his native hills, and the old garden orchard and streams. Hear the story of Rob Roy, when compelled by his great foe to leave his much loved father and flee for safety in stranger lands, how his and every other heart broke under meiancholy.plaintof poor Helen, until he cried out in his grea sorrow, "1 would not have that touch of the heart break again no! not for all the broad lands once owned by the ;MacGregors." "Lochabar no more" was too much for the old High- ' land Regiment In Canada, for the remem brance of home's familiar haunts and the groves and voices and hand clasps of friends saddened every heart and moistened every eye till laid down their arms to forget they were soldiers, and wept as children. In our wanderings we may find regions more beautiful, skies more blue, flowers more fragrant, and friends as loving, but the scenes and associations and tender attrac tions of home will ever stand first in love and last in memory. Mother's Hoy. In The Ladies Home Journal we find the following excellent picture of "Moth er's boy:" "He does not use vile . lan guage, lie is considerate of others. He plays with a vim and dash born of enthusi asm and good health, but he is considerate of boys younger, weaker, and smaller than himsef. lie is tender in his treatment of his sisters. He does not cause his father anxiety by doing things that would displease him. He does not go into the class-room without preparation for the studies oi the day. He treats his teacher with consideration that boys should treat their elders and superiors. He goes to btd early, and is up with the lark. He has a due regard for his own personal ap pearance, and keeps his lace and hands and clothes clean. He reads good books to elevate his mind. He is loving and gentle with his mother. He finds pleasure in her society. He is ever ready to save hei weary footsteps by anticipating her wishes. He is saving his pennies. He is generous to those who do not treat him fairly. In a sentence he Is a manlv boy. There are such mother's boy6 in the world. They are the hope of the future Longings. Come into my heart, love, life Is slipping by, come and chase the shadows from a darkened sky; come and to an aching heart bring love's healing balm, come and still the tempest sweet, with thy blessed calm. Life is now a weary life, full of grief and pain, come and make its saddened hours, breathe a sweet refrain. Come and through the gloomy clouJs, cast love's bright ray, and lighten up the dreary road to eternal day, I Not Familiar. Literarv Young Man (at party) Miss Jones, I suppose you . are familiar with with Crabbe's Tales.' Young lady (scornfully ) I was not aware that crabs had tails. L. Y. M. (confusedly)- I beg pardon, Miss; I should have said read Crabbe's Tales? Y. L. (still more scornfully) Ad I was not aware that red crabs had tails either. C : 1 J
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