"Our Aim will be, the People's Right Maintain
Unawed by Power, and Unbribed by Gain."
WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 23, 1893.
VOL. 12.
NO. 2
O
MERRY MORSELS.
RADIANT REFLECTIONS
AND
iJn
BY HENRY BLO
T.
punctuated with Pungent Points
and Spiced with Sweetest
Sentiment
Xne best, fruit grows on industry
Enerzv is the very heart throb of suc
cess.
Anaer begins in folly and ends in repen
tance.
Loud talking is not allowed in polite
circles.
An hour of pain is as long afc a day of
pleasure.
The blast that blows loudes
over blown.
White hair is the spray flung
breakers on the eternal sea.
is always
up byf the
When one feels the thrill 6t love he
3rinks the sweets sf bliss above.
The tie which binds humanity together
in sweetest brotherhood is amity.
When your heart is filled with Christ,
you havent got much room in t for creed.
All candle makers are really wick-ed
dealers, because the make lij;ht out of
cereous things.
Sympathy is that rorifluent flood, which
baptizes the night of disappoin ment with
'refreshing waters.
He can never truly relish the sweetness
o God's mercy who never tasted the bit
terness of his own misery.
Virtue, wronged, betrayed and crushed
is more to be envied than vice trium
phant, prosperous powerful.
Beauty hath no lustre save where it
ftleameth through the crystajl web that
purity's fine fingers weave for it.
WrinV.es are the furrows which age
plows across the face, when it begins to
make readv for the eternal harvest.
Love's dripping showers or
sunbeams
doth tint each hour of gloom ,
the earth with sweetest flowers
and make
bloom.
Faith is that gorgeous brush with which
, we can paint in richest and most exquisite
colorings the glorious scenes o Heavenly
rest and comfort.
The sweetest flo wers of lif cm w in the
lowest vales of humility, even as the
sweetest cane is that part which grows
nearest the ground.
A contented disposition is
s peiier man
4 . - i
ncnes, for it feels the sunshine
in every-
thing, and hears a song of joy i
P-eof life's current.
n every rip-
i-'ght cares, like a shallow stfeam, make
r
a noie, b.u great ones, like deep rivers,
"w 0n silence and without k ripple of
sound to br-ak the stem of iheif current.
Hope gilds the sky of youth with the
livery lustre of comine o
adorns it with the golden dust flung up by
"e nignt of age in its passage tb eternity.
fu . ...
vunauan lauh is a grand cathedral with
"ivineiv nirtni-.
without
; n inuuns,
Standing
, ou see no glory nor can possibly
"nagine anv
siandine- within, evprv rav
"gru reveals a harmony of Unspeakable
ch"enuor.
maness and love arp thf inffnnz-o that
shali form of humanitv a bi ot lerhood of
Peace and j.,v eternal, these are the well
8Pnngs of the heart of man; these are the
r0'sof that tree of life that flourishes for
ever m the Paradise of God.
is,' g!eal man under the shadow of defeat
aun how precious are the us es of adver
Jl'iand as, an oak tree roots are daily
lengthened by its shadow, so all defects
a good cause are but a resting place on
therad ,o victory at last. f
Ch
asr 1S Sweetest virtue- lt Hke
on an a dark n5ht a g-am of sunshine
thedrC'l:d da'- Its delightful od-jr is like
0rat.r3i;rance of some sweet flo ver, invig
fr 'n; and freshing, and falls like dews
hitef abVCv When lhe pure
pel ot A Cr f charitv is worn on ,he laP
aswe 006 5 character there is always
make ?"erfume lingering about it which
tra, fern's presence sjeet and at-
estbenedll:UVa-SflIOWedbr ho,,
Wilmington.
We like Wilmington. We esteem most
highly its gallant and chivalrous and open
hearted gentlemen. We admire its noble
and lovely and beautiful and devoted and
patriotic and queenly women, whose be
nevolence and whose good deeds and
whose hospitality and whose attractions
are as wide spread and are as numberless
and are as sweetly inviting as the glisten
ing sands which gleam in dreamy white
ness along the musically sounding shore,
as they lie and woo to their shining bosoms
the white plumed troopers of the grand
old sea. For these reasons then we are
delighted to see that Wilmington and its
charming near by resorts are growing
year by year more popular and attractive,
and that hundreds of people flock there to
enjoy the charms and delights and refresh
ing comforts of this God favored section.
And the Orton Hotel in Wilmington is a
most delightful point from which all these
pleasant and charming resorts can be most
easily and delightfully reached, for it is
beyond all doubt the best kept hotel in
North Carolina. In it can be found every
comfort and every delight that the heart
can wish. It is elegantly furnished, the
rooms are airy, the halls are wide, and the
menu is most wholesome and appetizing.
Its efficient and admirable manager, J. E.
Montague a thoroughly refined and beau
tifully polished gentleman, and his delight
ful assistant, the very affable and hand
some Claude McLoughlin, know how to
run a hotel, and they know how to please
and to charm their guests. As a conse
quence the Orton i a haven of sweetest
comfort and purest delight. After resting
at this blessed shrine of comfort for a sea
son, you can take the fine steamer, Wil
mington, and enjoy a delightful ride down
the beautiful Cape Fear river to Carolina
Beach the Coney Island of the South. In
our judgment it is the finest and most de
sirable resort in the South. The hotel,
which is admirably kept and supplied with
all the delicacies of land and sea, is within
a few feet of the spot, where the bounding
billows of the deep blue sea break and die
in shimmering spray upon the sweetly in
viting shore. And then when night, on
dewy wings, flies down, and stars peep
from the skies, you are lulled to sleep in
the soothing lullaby of the sweetly mur
muring waves, which sing their lequim to
the day that is dead. And slumber under
such influences is sweel and peaceful and
refreshing and delighful, for cooling
breezes ripple across the brow and drive all
heat away, and bring a sleep as sweet as
the perfumejthat lives amid the flowers
And then when the body has been refresh
ed and strengthened by the invigorating
slumber )ou are summoned from this
blest realm of dreamland by the splashing
of the billows which, like the laughter of
merry children, arouse the sunbeams of
morning and usher in another radiant
day of delightful enjoyment and recreation
And in addition to these natural advanta
ges Carolina Beach is under the manage
ment of those who strive to please, and
they spare no expense and no effort to
make every one comfortable ard delighted
and they succeed most felicitously. We
have often spoken of the generous and big
hearted Capt. John W. Harper and that
deep, wide ocean of popularity which
breaks in unending ripples of enthusiastic
praises around his beloved name. And
everybody praises him, for in all of our
journeings round this world of care we
have never met a gentleman who had
more agreeable and engaging and fascinat
ing qualities, and we never evpect to find a
man who can surpass him in gentle courte
sies, and if we do we will immediately
search for his wings, for we know we will
bi in the neighborhood of an angel.
With the proper push on the part of the
people of Wilmington our people, who
look for rest and health with all the social
environments, will find out where to find
them, and Wilmington should not wait for
hotel proprietors and newspapers alone to
make her attractions known. The shop
keeper and banker the commission mer
chant and dry good's dealer, all are inter
ested and all ought to contribute to that
end, and if they will make an effort, and
let all outsiders know what comforts and
what pleasures can be found in and near
Wilmington a tide of travej will set in and
make Wilmington one of the most fre
quented spots on the Atlantic Coast, and
be known far and near as a haven ot com
fort and a shrine of brightest cheer.
The Best Beauty.
Tljere is no charm like that of virtue, no
beauty like that of goodness, and no grace
more bewitching than that of modesty.
Beauty of form or coloring is evanescent;
but that which is based upon the bettei
qualities of the heart, is permanent. Per
sonal beauty may attract the admiration of
the passing hour, but the richer beauty of
moral loveliness commands the deepest
reverence, and secures the most enduring
affection. There are subtler, finer graces
in every-day life than mere external beau
ty. What can compare to a noble charac
ter, when purified and refined by the gra
ces of the Spirit? How sublime is that
life whose difficulties and trials are covert
ed by deep religious chemistry into chris
tian graces, whose weakened and imper
fections are transmuted into spiritual sym
metry and power! If there is in this world
of sin and sorrow an embodiment of worth
and beauty, it is that of a young,lovely wo
man, whose youth and charms are all con
secrated to the cause of truth, and laid as
an humble offering, at the Saviour's feet.
Mary of Bethany, as she annointed her
Lord for his burial, and received the sweet
words of commendation, 'she hath done
what she could," or as she wept tor the
departed Redeemer at the sepulcher, are
pictures that no artist's skill can portray.
The hidden beauty of love and trust are
revealed to none save Him who fashioned
the spirit within. Such a one is worthy of
the reference of every true and noble hearty
and she will command it, when the flower
of her loveliness is faded, and the light of
her beauty is quenched. Aye, there is in
deed no light like that which beams from
beauty's eye, naught so sweet as words
which flow from woman's lips. The sun
beams cannot paint upon the azure can
vas of the ky that blended bow that can
vie in brilliant colorings with her glowing
cheek; but alas! alas! the eye must lose its
brightness and expression; the cheek must
blanch, the lips become pallied and silent,
the form once so proud and graceful and
active, must lose its vitality, and bend be
neath the weight of years. But there is a
part of woman's loveliness as lasting as the
God who formed her for the bliss and
purity of Eden. Age need not dim the
lutre of her soul, or time despoil the beau
ty of her heart. Truly the beautiful stirs
the soul, and liks us with angels, and
makes us long for the supernal. Yes, in
deed, true beauty U spiritual ; to be pretty
is something else. The text is a good one
for young girls whose ideas are painted.
We talk eloquently of a pretty woman's
features, of the deep blue or the dark hazel
of her eyes, of the rose of her cheeks, the
transparent whiteness about the mouth
and cnin, the delicate curve of the brow,
and the exquisite chiselings of the lips.
But in a beautiful woman we see none of
these things; we are simply dazzed by the
spiritual light which beams from her eyes.
To be always beautiful one must feed this
flams; love, sympathy, sacrifice at once
the food and essence of womanhood can
alone keep it brightly burning. Have you
not seen women who have dressed and
danced and wasted it all away until nothing
was left in the eyes, but a painful hardness,
which one might not be able to ex
p'ain, but which nobody can mistake?
The color goes from the cheek, and the
lustre from the eyes, and the spring from
the step, gracefulness from the gait and no
beauteous trace of benignity or kindness or
compassion of faith is seen on the face,
now wrinkled and ugly and sorrow-furrowed.
Cultivate your heart, sow seeds of
religion there, and )Ou will cultivate your
face and make it radiantly beautiful, for
the brightest glory that ever beamed from
a woman's face is caught up in the sun
bursts of the blessed religion of Jesus
Christ. Yes, the beauty of holiness is the
glory of Christ. It is the great attraction
of his character. The angels in his pres
ence are in a constant ecstacy of delight as
they behold it, and it is the song of their
heart day and night forever. Clothed
with it they never cease to be inexpressi
bly happy. It is a beauty that never fades.
The most beautiful things of eaith are
wilted by the blasts; but the beauty of ho
liness adorning God's children will retain
its chastened splendor eternally. That
which allures angels and saints to Christ
himself will in their own character make j
them forever delightful to one another.
A Broken Heart.
Good-by my little toopsie woopsie pre
cious little sweetie, he said as he rubbed
his nose against her alabaster cheeks and
bit her caressingly on the upper end of her
left ear. Esmeralda Higgins kissed her
hand to Vivian Buchingham the white,
shapely hand that he had held so tender
ly within his own broad palm the night
before, as 4)e stood in the hallway and
whispered in her willing ear the words
that to let "of his great love for her whis
pered them softly, and with a tender ca
dence that added to their earnestness. He
had come back this bright morning to see
if she were still true to that love he had 60
freely given her and she had told him
again henceforth her very thought should
be of the solemn tie that bound them to
gether. When he had gone, Esmeralda
entered the house, and taking a piece of
chawing gum from ttie toe of a bronze
figure of Mercury that stood in the parlor
bay window, went about her daily duties
with a feeling of intense peaceful joy in
her heart, and a heelless shoe on her foot.
"Yes, he will be mine all mine," she
said softly to herself. "I shall bask in the
sunlight of his smiles, and taste the nec
tar of his rich clinging kisses. Ah! life
for me will indeed be happy when a priest
hath made me Vivian's wife, and seating
herself at the piano, she ran her taper fin
gers carelessly over the keys, and then
there rolled forth upon the fresh morning
air the sensuous measures of "Pappa's
Bunion's Better now " Suddenly she
shifted the cut, and before Pansy Perkinst
who had entered the house unperceived'
and stood in the doorway, could speak,
Esmeralda had glided into the. weirdly
beautiful symphony in J minor, ''Since
Terrace Joined the Gang." When she
paused tears stood in Pansy's eyes the
tone poem in the second verse had been
too much for her sensitive nature, "Do
not play that again," she said, stepping in
to the room. You know I am subject to
fits."
Esmeralda kissed her tenderly, and held
out a piece of chewing gum. ''Thanks,
darling," said Pansy , ''but I have sworn
off." "Sworn off," asked Esmeralda, "and
may 1 ask why?" The pink suffusion of
blush stole into Pansy 's cheeks. "Because
Vivian asked rne to," she replied. "Vivian
who?" the words came from Esmeralda
quickly. ; ''Vivian Buckingham; 1 am en
gaged to him you know." "You engaged
to Vivian Buckingham?" said Esmeralda,
an ashy paleness ovcrspreaded her face,
and may I ask since when?" ''Why cer
tainly," replied Pansy. ''We have been
engaged since last evening. He came to
the house quite late and proposed. I ran
over here on purpose to tell you about it.'
"I congratulate you said Esmeralda; but
her voice was unsteady. ''Well I must go
now," said Pansy, and kissing Esmeralda
just forward of the left ear, she departed.
The stricken woman sat alone. All
around her were evidences of the wealth
that should make one happy, but her heart
was desolate. "He's a daisy," she mutter
ed slowly, ''but he has broken my heart."
Looking up she saw her mother standing
in the doorway. ''Can you find my crimp
ing irons, ma?" she asked. ''I think so," re
sponded her mother. ''Well, I want them.
My heart is broken and I am going out to
see if I can make another mash, for if I
don't I will die with a broken heart.''
Gossip.
Gossip is always a personal confession
either of malice or imbecility, and the
young should not only shun it, but by the
most thorough culture relieve themselves
from all temptation to indulge in it. It is
a low, frivolous and too ofttn a diity busi
ness. There are country neighborhoods
in which it rages like a pest. Churches
are split by it. In many persons it degen
erates into a chicnic disease, and is practi
cably incurable. Let the young cure it
while they may, for if they once get into
the detestable habit of it, it will grow un
til every utterance becomes a stream of
vilest &lander, and bearing on its bosom
everlasting blight and ruin.
A Perfect Toast.
A woman's name the fairest boast
That human lips can utter;
Woman alone shall be our toast
We don't want ahv but her.
Wasted Passion.
They sat on a bench with a wide-spreading
tree
Between them and the ravs of sun.
And he pressed his tnit with the vigor of
youth,
While the big bugs fle hither and yon.
His eloquence spoke of a heart nearly
crushed
In the jaws of a great gnashing woe;
"Some time," said hesternl), "when gore
from your sight,
You'll regret you treated me so."
"Some time," she replied, with exquisite
scorn,
As she looked bloody daggers at him,
"I might listen with pleasure to what you
have said,
But now there's a bug on my limb.''
The Old Story.
She asked as they parted at the door,
And he pressed a kiss on her beautiful
brow:
"Dear George have you ever loved be
fore?" And he answered, ''Never as I . do
now."
"And you," he said, as her lashes fell
And almost curtained by eyes' deep
blue,
"Have you ever loved before? Pray
tell"
And she answered, uNever as I love
you."
Oh My!
''Will you be my wife, darling? Answer
me now sweetheart; tell me will you crown
my life with its greatest blessing, your dear
presence. Answer me Sybil, will - you
marry me?" Lifting her blushing face, he
continued, ''Speak darling, come to my
arms, your rightful resting place.rny queen,
come.' "George, my love, I come." 'At
last," he said, "I can claim my own: these
pure lips are mine, to crush With my cares
ses, 0. Sybil, ft is worth a life to taste the
sweetness of your pure mouth.
Yes, but Geoge I cannot say as mtich
about you you drink whiskey. Please let
me go. I want fresh air.
His Toast.
The other evening George was called
upon to respond to the toast Woman,
God's best gift to man and in his thrilling
and soul electrifying burst of impassioned
eloquence and burning oratory he got two
lines of Pope on vice mixed with tw
lines ot Scott on woman. He said:
Oh woman In our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please
, But seen too oft, familiar with thy face
We first endure, then pity, then em
brace. One Brief Year.
She My darling, it seems sucfra little
while since we entered this house to he
gin life together. The glad springtime
had just begun, the air was vocal with
birds and fragrant with flowers; yet, just
think, it's almost a year.
He That's so. I received a notice
from the landlord this morning that if I
wanted to stay in this house I'd better
come around and renew the lease. He's
going to raise the rent on me, too. Yes,
it's nearly a year.
That Wood Shed.
They sat on the front steps. 4,Oh dar
ling," he murmured sweetly, ''don't you
know that you presence would sried
would shed "
'Never mind the woodshed, Charles;
but do go on with your pretty talk."
No cards.
Properly Punctuated Poesy.
The . is now at JCST
When like these
In every of the land
, sd between the c c
Come from the Ing scribe whose name
No 'j has found,
But he's an his fame
On o more renowned.