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' "Our -4m. unH 6e, tAe People's Right Maintain Unawed by Poioer, and Unbribed by Gain." WILSON NORTH CAROLINA. WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 6, 1893. NO. 22 VOL. 12 i 1 MERRY MORSELS. RADIANT REFLECTIONS BY HENRY BLOUNT. AND punctuated with Punge nt Points and Spiced with Sw eetest Sentiment An echo is but holler mocke-y . Slang is the warts on langudge. Adversity is a file that pride ieeds A broken silence is never repaired. Whenever there is trust there is rest. The hotel cook should be gWen a wide range. Energy is the sand in the draw of en terprise. Industry and frugaity are the jolden keys to prosperity and success. All children are not homeless but some are home less than others. The world is to us what we are to it; we are creators of our own world. Our punster says he would like to see the hair that covers the brow of a hill. If you stroll through a forest all day you will be sure to wish for rest at r ight. A frown is the shadow o ill temper which shuts out the sunlight oi the soul. A man in a passion-resembles coal. The redder he gets the more heat h ; gives out. When a poet tells you thai the ocean kissed the shore, he does not refer to fishing-smacks. One act of beneficence or act of real usefulness is worth all the abstract senti. ment in the world. That thou mayest prove hapby, fall not Into reverie, for the retrenchment of hope s the health of the intellect. No word distills a fouler and more fata poison than that which drips from . the tongue of the vile and malicious slanderer The perfection of wisdom and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to ourpossessions,and our ambitions to our capacities. The eyes of a pretty woman are the in terpreters of the language of her heart. They translate what the tongue has a diffi culty in expressing. When you reach the Jordan of Death and hear the roar of its breakers, all the creeds in the world will avail you nothing if Christ is not there to take your hand, and lead you across the darkling tides. Out of suffering have emerged the stron gest souls, and the most massive characters are seamed with scars. Martyrs have put on their coronation robes glittering with fire, and through their tears have the sor rowful first seen the gates of Heaven. It frequently happens that the garland oi enjoyment, even when It with the very brightest and sweetest and loveliest flowers r s wreathed purest and of pleasure and of happiness, has some thorns of re morse aud briars of regret amid the fra grand and precious leflets.and before we are aware of it, and when we least expect it our hearts are pierced with ltd 1 sharp and jutting points When malice-tinctured tongues speak unkind things about y ou,don'tj hide your ce in the veil of gloom and mortification, bt lift it up in the comfortine sunlight of the fact that the finest trees, w th the most luscious fruit, are those which are flung at and pulled at most; and remember it is the giant oak. the monarch of the forest, that receives the hurtling blasts of the destruc tive lightnings, while worthiest brambles, upon trie ground, are spared. The cares and troubles that peset us in !fe are but the cinders and smike and the flust that fly in our eyes as we go rattling along on Time's railway train to Eternity. ut thank God that wearisone journey ill one day end, and when we leave Earth's dusty cars, we will then go sailling er the placid bosom of the crystal stream ol end''ess life, and al the spra'r that rises rom those sparkling waters of silver light WH1 be sweetened with the fragrance of a Saviour's presence, and made effulgent and resplendent by the brilliant sunbeams fo Gcd's unending love and mercy. An Awful Anniversary. Tne night U calm and lovely and beau tiful, and for an hour we have been sitting by the window and looking up into the quiet, peace breathing heavens, and drink ing in the blessedness of its harmonizing tranquility. The moon is now showering down upon the quiet earth the mellowest beamings of softest silver light, and every thing, yea even the leaves upon the trees, not having the gentle zephyrs to woo and to kiss them and to thrill them and to make them tremble and to quiver like a maiden's bosom when first swept by love waves in all their thrilling power have seemingly gone to sleep under the radiant spread woven out of mellow moon beams and the occasional diamond like flashes of scattered star waves. Seven years ago to night at this writing and about this very hour, the sky was just as calm, just as mild, just as lovely, just as tranquil, and justas harmonizing, when in the twinkling of an eye God laid His hand upon the earth, and It trembled and quivered like a leaf in a storm. Reader, do you remem ber what a feeling of awe and of self littleness and of self dependence ran through your heart when God's thrilling, awe-inspiring warning was heard in the manifestation ot that power which made the world quake and groan and tremble in its omnipotent grasp. No one who felt earth's trembling will ever forget the sen sation of his own littleness, weakness and powerless condition and utter helplessness, as well as the insignificance of earthly pos ession. The rich and the poor were brought to a common level and, as if in the presence of God, acknowledged the Inse curity of all temporal things, and the power and authority of God in the affairs of men. Bv such a phenomenon God rouses men from greed, selfishness and worldly lusts. He shakes up the earthly habitations that they may turn to a king dom which cannot be mdved and which is eternal. He displays his power that men may fear Him. In the Bible God makes pominent the fact of the earth's ultimate destruction. -'Yet once more I shake not the earth only but also the Heavens.'' In all the manifestations of God's providences He speaks to men, but the voice is not al ways heeded. Men go on in shame and wickedness, and continue to toil and to struggle and to grasp for the perishing things of this world as if this existence and its accumulations were to endure forever and to satisfy the imperishable longings of the soul. But when God speaks In the earthquake's shock a thrill runs through the hearts of all, and the proudest as well as the humblest, the richest as well as the pooi est, the highest as well as the lowest, all meet together on the same plane of fear, and tremble alike at the supposed premonition of coming ruin and destruc tion. But these thrilling manifestations of God's wondrous power should not fill us all with such abject fear and cowardly horror. It should fill us with feelings of awe, leverence and adoration, and lift our thoughts, purged from all the corroding taints of sin, up to the contemplation of Him who is the Author of us all. We should remember that the same Hand, which shakes the earth and rends it asun der in many places, is the one which smoothes down the ocean into a peaceful calm when a storm has been stirring its foam crested waters into wildest confusion. And the same hand which fills the skv with blackest clouds, and scatters forth the quivering and destruction dealing lightn ings in all their forked flashing, is the one which sprinkles down the gentle and re freshing showers, which give vigor and freshness and newness of life to all grow ing vegetation. Yes, the same Hand which distills for our delight and joy the per fume of the flowers, is the one that sur rounds them with thorns to prick our careless fingers. Yes, the Hand that spreads such exquisite tints upon the lily and the rose; that decks the Autumn for ests with their gorgeous draperies of a thousand dyes, that carpets the valleys with their soft, rich velvet of ever refresh ing green, and mingles that dark, deep blue of the empyrean vault of old ocean's majestic waves, that sprangles the mantle of the universe with goiden stars, and im plants their wondrous con u seating fires in the opal's and the diamond's heart; that teaches the sun's artist fingers to paint the evening skies with all the scattered hues of a million shattered prisms; that bestows his changeful coat on the chameleon, and casts the roseate flush of early morniag on the mountain tops of glassy lakes; that en circles the frowning brow of heaven with the glittering rainbow coronet, and hangs the wondrously blazing aurora bore alis lamps upon the Northern Pole, God's hand does it. Yes, in everything we see His handwriting, and it tells us of his grandeur, power and glory and mercy and loving kindness unto all the children of men. Another lesson taught bv the earth quake shock is that this world affords men no safe shelter, its possessions no perma nent inheritance, and those that put their trust in them must perish with them. Then comes the reflection which is vouch safed in His word that there is to be a new Heaven a kingdom which cannot be moved in which there is an inheritance which Is incorruptible and which will never fade away, where the people of God will dwell forever in righteousness, peace and safety, and where no rude and sudden shocks will ever make a single ripple break upon the placid bosom of that tranquil sea of sweet and blissful repose, so far removed above all earthly cares and woes. He Died Poor. Such is the judgement 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 evanescent monument to his energy and industry and thrift and tact to make and hold money, and to grow rich perhaps at the ruin and downfall of others who fell into the rapa cious clutches of heartless avarice and be came a prey 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 Mes senger of Death was msklng 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 drop about him, for they are gloriously tipped and beautifully tinted with the ef fulgel splendors of a better and brighter world, and he knew and felt and was comforted 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 his wrinkledfeatures, for the pearly gate 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 etetnal home. And yet It is said 'he died poor." Did he? Let us, in fancy, go to the Judgment Seat and hear the Record ing 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 op pressed, and whose mortar was mixed with the tears xf the window, to show forth the glory 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 burdens from shoulders that were too heavily laden, whispering words of cheer to the weak and despondent, giving aid and comfort to the needy and the sorrowing, hushing the cries of the orphans by filling their mouths, and brushing the tear drops from the grief filled eyes of windows that were weening o'er the graves where their husbands were sleeping. And then when the Recording Angel stops to turn another 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 silverest wings is heard, and angels and seraphs and cherubims gather around this sainted spirit, for they come to take part in i the blissful coronation. sA 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 dis heartened, 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- precious alchemy of God's blessed love and mercy 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 bliss 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 only to blessed Im mortality, is heard, for all Heaven's dome with sweetest raptures rings, as this poor man strikes his golden harp and with the angels 6ings. Who Ani I? Adam God made out of dust, But thought it best to make me first. So I was made before the man, To answer His most holy plan. My body He did make complete, But without arms or legs or feet. My ways and acts he did complete, But to my body he gave no soul. A living being I became, And Adam give to me a name. 1 from his presence then withdrew, And more of Adam never knew. I did my master's law obey, Nor from it never went astray. Thousands ot miles I go in fear, But seldom on earth appear. For purposes which God did see, He put a living soul in me. A soul from me my God did claim, And took from me the soul again. For when from me m soul had fled, I was the same as when .first made. And without hands or feet or soul, ' - I travel on from pole to pole. I labor hard by day and night, To fallen man I give great light Thousands of people young and old, Do by my death great light behold. No right or wrong can T conceive, The scriptures I cannot believe, Although my name therein is found, They are to me an empty sound. No fear of death doth trouble me, Real happiness I shall never see. To Heaven I shall never go, Nor to the grave nor hell below. Now when these lines you closely read, Go search the Bible with all speed. And if that will not avail You can write me down a whale. Christian Character. One mark of ripeness in character is kindness. Ripe fruit his its own perfect beauty. As the fruit ripens, the sun tints it with surpassing loveliness, and the colors deepen till the beauty of the fruit is equal to the beauty of the blossom, and in same respects superior. There is in ripe Chris tains the beauty of realized sanctlfication, which the woid of God knows by the name of "beauty of holiness." Another mark of ripe fruit is tenderuess. The young green fruit is hard and stone-like. The nature Christian is noted for tender ness of spirit. Another mark of ripeness is sweetness. The uniipe fruit is sour. As we grow in grace we are sure to grow in charity, sympath and love. We shall, as we ripen in grace, have greater sweet ness toward our fellow-Christians. Bitter-spirited Christians may know a great deal, but they are immature, and are sour and acid, and very hardand bitter in their censure and criticism upon the supposed short comings of their poor, weak, frail fellow travelers to eternity. Divine Worship. Divine worship consists of two parts: prayer and praise. Of these the more exal ted is praise because it is the language of thanksgiving, the homage of the soul bursting forth in adoration of the divine attributes; whereas prayer is necessarily self seeking, being the expression of our needs and petitions for their relief. Prav er is limited to this moral existence, while the voice of praise shall t.ot cease to re sound througout eternity. The Difference. A man may, in some sort, tie his hope and his honor to this shifting ground tackle, to his business or to the world, but a woman without that anchor called faith is a drift and a moral wreck! A man may have some soit of moral responsibility out of relation to mankind, but a woman, In her comparative Isolated sphere, where af fection and not purpose Is the controlling motive, can find no basis In any other sys tem or right action but that of faith. A man may ease his thoughts to trustfulness In such poor harborage as fame and repu tation may stretch before him, but a wo man, where can she put her hopes in storms If not In Heaven? j And that sweet trustfulness, that abiding love, that enduring hope mellowing every page and scene in life, lightning them with radiance when the world's, storm break like an army with cannon. Who has enjoyed the love of a Christian mother but will echo the thought with energy and hallow It with tears. Life. , Ah, what is life? A bubble. blowrl Across lime s mystic stream. Its secret source, alas, unknown. Its future still a dream? Ah, what is life? An echo's sound ; A passing sunbeams glow; A search for something never found, A pilgrimage of woe? Ah, what is life? A shoreless sea That's swept by gales of sorrow; A tear perhaps, to-day for thee, Oblivion for to-morrow? Ah, what is life? A selfish hour; A thrill of thought and breath ; A hiddeo, budding, thorny flower? Which withers soon in death? Nol Life's a river, broad and deep. That flows to fairer seas, Through pale,mystertous realms of sleep, To God's eternities. A Cruel Visitor. In the quiet hush of daylight's close The skeeter doth appear, And eyes the end of a maiden's nose, With a cruel, wicked leer. It knows the place on which to light, And where to strick his bill, And lingers there all through the night To sip and get its fill. The morn comes on, the maid awakes, And to her mirror goes, Whtn her whole frame with horror shakes, At that awful, swollen nose. She shrieks 'I am a horrid sight A wretched, tortured creeter I know I am a perfect fright Made so by thafdern skeeter." , Cheerfulness. The best thing about a girl is cheerful less. ' No matter how ruddy her cheeks may be, or how velvety her lips, if she wears .a scowl even her ft lends will con sider her ill-looking; while the young lady, who illuminates her countenance with smiles, will be regarded as handsome, though her complexion be coarse enough to grind nutmegs on. As perfune is to the rose, so is cheerfulness and radiant smiles to a maiden, and they make her as refreshing as a bright May morning when radiant with the glimmer of sunbeams, and resonant with the songs of brids and fragrant with te perfune of flowers. A Modest Request. - Farmer's daughter: "I suppose you want my father to take you in for the season?" Tramp. 'No, miss, if you will kindlv sew a shirt onto this button, that's all I ask." The Way. Come rest in my bosom. My own sweetie dear, She sighed and she creened And said goIlj I'm here" - v ,
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