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THE NATIONAL TBIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. O., NOVEMBER 19, 1881.
"THE SAXON GRIT."
R.EV. BOBEUT COLLYKB.
"The Saxon Grit which, in New England as in Old
England, has mode a race of men to bo honored, feared,
and rcspoeted. It is as positive as the earth is firm."
Worn-with the battle, by Stamford town,
Fighting the Norman, by Hastings Bay,
Harold, the Saxon's sun, went down,
While- the acorns were falling, one autumn day.
Then the Norman said : " I am lord of the land ;
By tenor of conquest here I sit ;
I will rule you now with the iron hand; "
But ho had not thought of the Saxon grit.
He look the land, and he took the men,
And burnt the homesteads from Trent to Tyne,
Made tho freemen serfs by the stroke of the pen,
Ate up the corn, and drank the wine,
And said to the maiden, pure and fair,
" You shall be my leman. as is most fit,
Your Saxon churl may rot in his lair; "
But he had not measured the Saxon grit.
To tho niorry green wood went bold Robin flood,
With his strong-hearted yeomanry ripe for the fray,
Driving tho arrow into the marrow,
Of all the proud Normans who came in his way,
Scorning the fetter, fearless and freo.
Winning by valor, or foiling by wit,
Dear to our Saxon folk ever is he,
This merry old rogue, with the Saxon grit.
And Kctt, the tanner, whipt out his knifo,
And Watt, the smith, his hammer brought down,
For Ruth, the maid he loved better than life,
And by breaking a head, made a hole in the crown.
From the Saxon heart rose a mighty roar,
"Our life shall not be by tho king's permit;
We will fight for the right, we want no more,
Then the Norman found the Saxon grit.
For slow and sure as the oaks had grown
From the acorns falling that autumn day,
So the Saxon manhood in thorpo and town
To a nobler stature grew aiway.
Winning by inches, holding by clinches,
Standing by law and the human right,
Many times failing, never once quailing,
So the new day came out of the night.
Then rising afar in the Western sea,
A new world stood in the morn of the day,
Beady to welcome the brave and the free,
Who could wrench out tho heart aud march away
From tho narrow, contracted, dear old land,
Where the poor are held by a cruel bit,
To ampler spaces for heart and hand
And here was a chance for the Saxon grit.
Steadily steering, eagerly peering,
Trusting in God, your fathers came,
Pilgrims and strangers, fronting all dangers,
Cool-headed Saxons, with hearts aflame.
Bound by the letter, but free from tho fetter,
And hiding their freedom in Holy Writ,
They gave Deuteronomy hints in economy,
And made a new Moses of Saxon grit.
They whittled and waded through forest and fen,
Fearless as ever of what might befall;
Pouring out life for the nurture of men ;
In faith that by manhood the world wins all.
Inventing baked beans and no end of machines;
Great with the rifle and great with the ax
Sending their notions over the oceans,
To fill empty stomaclis and straighten bent backs.
Swift to take chances that end in the dollar.
Yet open of hand when the dollar is made,
Maintaining the meetin', exalting the scholar,
But a little too anxious about a good trade ;
This is young Jonathan, son of old Jon,
Positive, peaceful, firm in the right,
Saxon men all of us, may we be one,
Steady for freedom, and strong in her might.
Then slow and sure, a the oaks have grown
From the acorns that fell on lliat old dim day,
S3 this new manhood, in city and town,
To a nobler stature will grow alway ;
Winning by inches, holding by clinches,
Slow to contention, and slower to quit ;
Now and then failing, but never once quailing
Let us thank God for tho Saxon grit.
JIMMY AND THE PANTHER
Edward S. Ellis in Golden Days.
Many years ago portions of our country, which
are now thickly populated, were plagued by wild
beasts, who were often excited by the pangs of
hunger to a daring which was foreign to their
nature at other times.
The depredations of the wolves, bears, and
panthers, or "painters," as they were more gen
erally called, sometimes reached such a point
that the State offered bounties for the slaying of
"Many a time," said an old settler, "I have
seen well-worn paths around my barn in the
morning, made by the wolves trotting back and
forth while seeking an entrance to the sheep that
were fastened within."
The speaker had lived in Schoharie county, New
York, during the early portion of the present
..century, and had met with more than one mem
" 1 remember," he added, " that father has shot
inany a wolf from the window of his bed-room,
and 1 have seen him stand in his own door, in
the afternoon, and bring down six or eight wild
eats, who were driven to climb some of the sap
lings among the undergrowth across the road by
the hunting-dogs that were sent to rout them
''My brother Jack was three years older than
I, and he developed a fondness for hunting which
father encouraged to the utmost. When he was
fourteen he was one of the best shots in the
country, as he proved in many shooting-matches,
where his competitors were men who had been
known ae crack shots years before Jack was
' Father bought my brother a rifle suited to
Ills years, for the regular weapon was too heavy
for him to handle easily, and he was then tho
happiest boy you ever dreamed of. He would
have become a genuine Daniel Boone, and spent
ail his time in the woods, if father would have
ermitted it. As it was, he was sometimes gone
-all night, and neither father nor mother seemed
to feel the least anxiety about him.
'"If it was you, Jimmy,' said my parents, 'we
would be very anxious ; but when Jack has his
ma with him he will take care of himself.'
u Once or twice I accompanied my brother on
his hunts, but that was enough. I carried no
weapon, and not feeling a tenth part of the in
terest he did, I was almost tired to death when
we came home, while he would have been glad to
continue it for hours longer, had there been any
daylight to help him.
"Some three miles away lived my father's
brother, Uncle Jacob, who was a thrifty farmer,
with a boy about my own age. As they were
our nearest neighbors, it was natural that Dick
and I should pass a good deal of our time together.
Sometimes I was at his house all day. Occasion
ally one of us stayed with the other over night,
but each generally preferred to be at home with
"One day, late in autumn, I was given permis
sion to go and see Dick, but I was specially
warned by my mother that I must be back again
before dark. I readily promised, and started off
in high spirits.
" The path leading to Uncle Jacob's was through
the woods the entire distance, and near the half
way point was a deep hollow, where there was a
small stream of sluggish water, which was
spanned by a log. The branches overhead were
so dense and so matted by vines that it was al
ways dark there, even at mid-day.
"In crossing the log, I noticed in the soft, oozy
ground on the other side the prints of some ani
mal's feet, though I didn't know what kind of a
wild creature he was. I never pretended to carry
a gun, but was so accustomed to seeing and hear
ing wild beasts that I felt no particular fear, and
continued whistling over the path until I reached
my uncle's house.
" It was cold weather, and there were a few
needles of ice thrusting out from the banks of
the little stream, while a flurry of snow whirled
about my head for a few minutes.
"But I need'nt say that that did not interfere
with the fun of Dick and me. We played and
romped together until we were tired, and then
played and romped again. Our principal amuse
ment during the afternoon was the game of ' Hide-and-whoop,'
in the adjoining woods.
" I had no thought of disobeying my mother,
but, all at once, I noticed that it was growing
dark, and, looking toward the house, saw that
my aunt had lit the candle, which was shining
through the window. Night had already come,
and I ought to have started home an hour before.
"Dick wanted me to stay all night, but re
membering my promise to my mother, I said
'No,' and hurried off over the path, without go
ing to the house to bid his parents good-evening.
" ' I don't see how I came to forget myself,' I
muttered, impatiently, as I hastened forward.
' It will be as dark as Egypt before I get home,
and, like enough, father will warm my jacket to
keep me from forgetting next time.'
"I had no fear of any particular wild animal,
but I dreaded a walk through tho woods at night,
as many an older person does.
"The sky had become perfectly clear during
the afternoon, and a bright moon was shining,
but I think that made my situation more gloomy
and dismal. The few arrows of moonlight which
found their way through the branches half de
nuded of leaves, gave a ghostly touch to every
thing. "The trunks of the trees on my right and left
took all sorts of grotesque shapes. Sometimes I
was sure they were walking silently through the
forest, and then they were dancing up and down,
and waving their knotty arms at me.
"They appeared to be putting their heads to
gether, and holding whispered consultations
about me. They nodded their tops, they rushed
down at me, suddenly checking themselves when
almost touching me. Then they all joined hands
and kept up a waving waltz at my side.
"Hundreds of such fancies and imaginings
went through my head, and every step I took
was one of terror. I started to whistle one;, but
the lonely sound scared me, and I stopped in
stantly, walking on tip-toe, and pausing now and
then to listen for ghosts.
"When I reached the hollow where I crossed
on the log I was sure some wild beast was follow
ing me. I heard the soft 'tip-tip ' of his feet be
hind me, and when I glanced around was sure I
caught the phosphorescent gleam of his eyes.
" It may have been all fancy and I'm inclined
to think it was, looking back to that terrible
night ; but I was then so certain that a panther
was at my heels, that, when I came to the log, I
ran at full speed across.
"How I could do it in the dark was a mystery,
but, under a strong mental strain, a person is ca
pable of performing seeming impossibilities.
"When I was near the middle, the rotton log
suddenly gave way, under the unusual strain of
my hurried footsteps. The distance was not far,
and when I felt it going I made a leap which
landed me on the other shore. Scrambling up
the bank, I ran along the path as fast I could.
"Such reckless traveling was discomforting, if
not dangerous, and I was not long in finding it
out. The path was not marked very plainly,
and I had not gone very far when a projecting
limb caught me beneath the chin, and I thought
for a minute that it had sawed my head off.
Still I rushed on, until I ran violently against a
tree, nearly knocking my brains out, when I came
down to a slower and more guarded walk.
" Just then I heard a scream in the woods to
my right. It rang out on the air with a startling
clearness, and I instantly answered it.
"'Mother has become alarmed,' was my
thought, 'and she has come out to look for me.'
" It was a great relief to find that I was to have
companionship the rest of the way, even though
that companion was likely to visit her wrath upon
me for disobeying her.
"So I hastened forward, and had not gone far
when the sanse cry struck my ear, this time
sounding much closer than before. I answered,
and stopped to await my mother's coming.
" I don't think I had stood there ten seconds
when it suddenly flashed upon me that the
scream which I had heard was made, not by my
mother, but by a panther!
"My hair fairly rose on end, for my danger was
frightful. The panther had doubtless recognized
my call at once, and was rapidly approaching me.
He would be upon the very spot where I was
standing within the next five minutes! What
should I do?
"Evidently there was but the one thing that
could be done. It was useless to attempt to run
away, and so I climbed a tree.
"In my haste and panic-stricken condition, I
forgot that it depended very much upon what
sort of tree I climbed that is, whether it was a
large or a small one.
"The panther possesses prodigious strength and
activity, and I have seen them make leaps since
that night which yon would pronounce incredible
were I to relate them.
"I had gone up about twenty feet, when I sud
denly awoke to the fact that I had ascended a
sapling, which was already bending fearfully low
so much so that it threatened to break off en
tirely with me.
"I saw that would never do, for when the wild
beast should appear on the scene which he was
sure to do very soon he would have no trouble
at all in making a choice supper off me.
'"It won't take me long to find a better tree,'
I said to myself, beg inning to descend; 'and 1
will climb so high that he'll have no chance to
get a sight of me '
'I had got that far in my musings, and was
within a few feet of the ground, when the panther
screamed again no more than fifty yards dis
tant! "I was thrown into a wild panic, and turning
about, went up the tree again, with a precipi
tancy that came within a hair's-breadth of bring
ing the top and myself over upon the ground.
"At the same instant I heard the animal com
ing stealthily through the wood, and I recall
that, even in that appaling moment, I detected
the footsteps of another, in almost an opposite
direction, and along the path in front.
" It thus looked as if two fierce panthers were
about to quarrel as to which should have the
privilege of first rending me to shreds, and I
was convinced that my last hour had come.
" I crouched down in the sapling at the highest
point I could reach without bending over the top,
and could only tremble andj.wait, asking heaven
to protect me.
"In less than a minute 1 distinctly saw the
panther, by the few rays of moonlight which
reached the path, slowly walk along beneath me.
He was directly in the path,and when he reached
such a position that I would have dropped di
rectly upon his back, had I let go, ho gave out
that terrifying scream again.
"No pen can describe the frightful blood
curdling cry of the beast when heard under such
circumstances. I seemed to freeze with affright
as I stared down through the partial moonlight
and gloom at him.
"All at once he stopped, and seemed to be look
ing around. He must have suspected that I was
near at hand and was searching for me. As he
stood, his head was more distinct than any other
portion of the body, and I could easily detect the
glare of the eyes, which were soon turned up
ward. "'Does he see me?' was the question I put to
myself. 'Yes, he does. He is crouching down ;
he is gathering himself for a spring; he can easily
leap the distance; there is no hope; I must be
torn to pieces the next minute '
"But just then the other noise which I had
noticed a short time before developed itself. It
was my brother Jack, who had been seat out to
look for me, and who had heard the scream of
the panther and my answering cries.
"He understood the danger fully, and hurry
ing along, speedily placed himself in the best
possible position to shoot.
" He was close to the panther, and drawing a
careful bead, at the very instant the beast was
gathering his muscles for one tremendous spring,
he sent a bullet directly between the eyes.
" The dreaded creature uttered one wild shriek,
ma.le a spasmodic leap, and fell dead.
"Taking my hand, Jack hurried home with
me. Mother was waiting with a good, tough
hickory branch, which she1 had cut, and when
she was through with thewiip and me, pieces of
the former were strewn all around the room, and
Jack told me, a few days later, tliat the outcries
in which I indulged on that occasion far sur
passed those made by the panther which I es
caped so narrowly."
The camisard, or French tefugee cloak, is con
sidered very stylish.
Muffs of velvet and lace will be much in vogue
Feather head-dresses are adopted by fashion
Bridesmaids wear white Oeider roses and
small tulle veils.
Immense white satin bows are worn at the
belt with white evening dresses.
Large Alsatian bows of moire silk are worn
upon the heads both by young and elderly
ladies, the latter choosing black alfme.
Red plush bonnets adorned with flaming red
feathers, held by large, old-fashioned paste buck
lers, are the choice of a ftvr eccentric ladies.
Real silver aud also fine steel buttons are dis
played, cut in facets which sparkle like diamonds
and look exceedingly rich upon street Jackets of
Cornet wreathes of pure white or gay-colored
flowers will be very fashionably worn with full
evening toilets, with the hair arranged a la Jose
phine. Pearl-gray silk stockings, either plain or deli
cately embroidered in line pink flowers, are the
rule of the hour. They are worn with Stephanie
sandals of plain black satin, fastened with tiny
Scarfs, sashes, and revers are made of the new
striped and plaited fabrics in silk and wool. In
dresses of monochrome color the panel facings,
camisole, pelerine, and cuffs are frequently made
of these bright materials.
Gloves, no matter how long, that button up
the arm are no longer considered in bestrstyle.
Two or three buttons at the wrist only are al
lowable. The remainder of the glove is in a
solid piece fitting loosely over the arm.
The " redingote John," or the coachman ?s redin-
gote, as it is otherwise called, is a very fashion
able early fall wrap. It is tailor-made, and has
a coachman's cape of the same material, with long
coat-tails, after the style of a coachman's over
coat. Later on this cape will le changed for one
of fur or plush.
Pretty hand screens or other house ornaments
are made of the large oval straw fans for sale
everywhere during the past summer. Clusters
of bright flowers, ferns, and bits of wood-moss
are arranged as a frieze around the edge of the
fan, and in the centre is set a large bow of satin
ribbon. Two of these fans tied together'make a
very pretty mantel ornament.
Heavy double box-plaited ruchings adorn the
bottom of the skirt of many handsome costumes.
Jackets are givingplaee to long dolmans. French
pelisses, cirde and Pompadour or Mother Hubbard
In Paris dark gray and dark green will bo the
popular colors for out-door costumes, and in furs
the largest orders have been for natural beaver
and Kamschatka seal.
Once upon a time there lived two brothers
the one rich and the other poor. The rich
man, however, gave nothing to the poor one
who earned a miserable living by trading in
corn ; and sometimes he was so badly off that
he had no bread for his wife or children. Once
he was trundling his barrow through the forest,
and suddenly he perceived on one side of the
road a great mountain, naked and uncultivated;
and, because he had never observed it before,
he stopped in astonishment As he stood thus,
twelve great wild men came up, and, thinking they
were robbers, he pushed his barrow among the
brushwood, and climbed up a tree to watch
their proceedings. The twelve men went up to
the mountain and exclaimed, "Semsi-Mountain,
Semsi-Mountain, open!" Immediately the hill
parted in two, and, the twelve men entering it,
closed again as soon as they had done so. In a
little while the mountain opened, and the men
came out carrying heavy sacks on their shoul
ders, and as soon as they had all emerged into
daylight they said, Semsi-Mountain, Semsi
Mountain, shut yourself up!" Then the hill
closed directly, and there was no opening to be
seen, and the twelve men went away. When
they were out of sight the poor man descended
from the tree, feeling curious to know what
was hidden in the mountain. So he went up
and said, "Semsi-Mountain, Semsi-Mountain,
open ! " It opened directly, and stepping in he
found the hill was hollow and filled with gold
and silver, and in the further part of it heaps
of pearls and precious stones were accumu
lated like corn. The poor man did not know
what to take, for there were so many treasures
to choose from ; at length he filled his pockets
with gold and silver, and let alone the pearls
and precious stones. As soon as he got outside
again he said the words, " Semsi-Mountain, close
up ! " and immediately all appeared as if there
were no opening to be made. He went home
with his barrow, and had no cares to trouble
him, for with his gold he could buy bread and
wine for his wife and children, and could afford
to live freely and liberally, besides giving to the
poor and doing good to everybody. But when
his money came to an end he went to his
brother and borrowed a measure, with which he
fetched more money, but touched none of the
precious stones. A third time he borrowed this
measure; but this time his brother's cupidity
was excited, for the rich man had for a long
while been dissatisfied with his property and
his already beautiful house, and he could not
conceive where his brother got so well paid, or
what he did with the measure. So he bethought
himself of a stratagem, and spread the bottom
of the measure with pitch; and, when his
brother returned it to him, he found a gold piece
sticking in it. Thereupon he went to his
brother and asked him what he had measured
with the measure. " Corn and beans," said the
other. Then the rich man showed the gold
piece, and threatened his brother if he did not
tell the truth to take him before the sheriff.
The poor brother therefore related all that hap
pened, and the rich man, harnessing his horses
to his carriage, went away, determined to xrofit
by the circumstance, and bring home greater
treasures. As soon as ho came to the moun
tain he called out, "Semsi-Mountiin, Semsi
Mountain, open!" The hill opened immedi
ately, and he went in. There lay all the treasures
before him, and for a long while he stood. con-.
sidering what he should take. At length he
seized the precious stones and took as much as
he could carry; but when he wanted to leave
the mountain he had forgotten its name, for
his heart and mind were full of the treasures
which he had seen. "Simeli-Mountain, Simeli
Mountain, open!" he cried; but that was not
the right name, and the mountain moved not,
but remained closed. Soon he became terrified,
but the longer he thought the more bewildered
he became, and all his treasures availed nothing.
In the evening, however, the mountain opened,
and the twelve roblnjrs came in, and as soon
as they saw the rich man they laughed and
exclaimed, "Ah! have we caught you at last,
mv bird? Did vou think we had not remarked
your two previous visits, when we could not
catch you? But this time you will not go out
"It was not me, but my brother," cried the
rich man. But his protestations were of no use,
and beg as he might for his life, they had no
nieroy, but cut off his head.
Take any number you please; and, having
written it down, write it backwards; that is,
make the last figure of the first the first figure
of the last, and so on, so that the first figure of
the first shall be the last of the last ; subtract
the lesser from the greater, and multiply the re
mainder, or difference, by any number you please.
From the product thus obtained rub out one
figure (provided that that figure is not 9) and
add together the remaining figures as if they
were all units, and if the sum contain more than
one figure repeat the operation : that is, add to
gether the figures of the sum as if they were all
units, and repeat this until the sum is expressed
by a single figure. And then tell what the
figure is, if two or more play the game. The
figure rubbed out will always be what is required
to make 9 when added to the final figure. For
instance, if the final figure be G, the figure rubbed
out was 3 ; if tho final figure be 2, the figure
rubbed out was 7 ; if the final figure be 9, the
figure rubbed out was 0.
Trading without capital is like building a
house without bricks, making a fire without
sticks, burning candles without wicks ; it leads
men into tricks, and lands them in a fix.
The dull November days are rome.
The fields and trees look bare.
From hollow lop: the partridge drum
Sounds on the chilly air.
The earth in gloomy silence lies.
The grass and flow'rs no more
Lift em raid blades or bright hued eyes
To charm the sight. Beforo
The cruel winds the dead leaves drift,
. The sunlight strives in vain
To find in leaden sky a rift :
Breorily falls the rain. Okii
SELLING THE FARM.
Well, why don't you say it, husband? I know what
you want to say ;
You want to talk about selling the fann, for tho mort
gage we cannot pay.
I know we cannot pay it. I have thought it o'er and o'er,
For the wheat has failed on the corner lot, where wheat
never failed before.
And everything here's gone backward since Willie- went
off to sea,
To pay the mortgage and save the farm, the homestead
for you and me.
I know it was best to give it; it woa right that the debt
The debt that our thoughtless Willie, in the hours of h!a
And Will would have paid it fairly, you know it aa well
If the ship had not gone down that night when no other
ship was nigh.
But somehow, I didn't quit hoping and have ever tried
(But I know if our Will was alive on earth he'd surely
been here to-day.)
I thought that the merciful Father woud somehow care
for the lad,
Because he was trying to better the past, and because
he was all we had.
But now I am well nigh hopeles, since hope for my boy
For selling the farm means giving him up, and knowing
for sure he's dead.
Oh ! Thomas, how can we leave it, the home we have
always known ?
We won it away from the forest, and made bo much our
First day we kept house together was the day that you
brought me here,
And no other place in the wid, wide world will ever bo
half so dear.
Of course you remember it, Thomas I need not ask
you, I know,
For this is the month, and this is the day it was twenty
six years ago.
And don't you remember it, ThomaH, the winter the
barn was made ?
How we were eo proud and happy, for all our debts
were paid ;
The crops were good that summer, and everything
worked like a charm,
And we felt so rich and contented to think we had paid
for the farm.
And now to think we must leave it, where here I was
hoping to die,
It seems as if it was breaking my heart, but the fount
of my tears is dry.
There's a man up there in the village that's wanting to
buy. you say.
Well, Thomas, he'll have to have it, but why does he
But there, it is wrong to grieve you, for wo have enough
And in all our petty troubles you always have borne
your share ;
I am but a sorry helpmeet since I have so childish grown.
There, there, go Tip to the village; let me have it out
Poor Thomas, he's growing feeble, he steps so weary
There's not much in his looks to-day like twenty-six
But I know that his heart is youthful, as it was when
we first were wed,
Aud his love is as strong as ever for me, and for Willie.
our boy that's dead.
Oh, Willie, my baby Willie, I never shall see him more;
I never shall hear his footsteps, as he comes through
the open door.
"How are you, dear little rnothe-r?" were nlways the
words he'd say;
It seems as if I would give the world to hear it again
I knew when my boy was coming, be it ever so early or
He was always whistling " Home, Sweet Home," as he
opened the garden gate.
And many and many a moment, since the night that
the hip went down.
Have I started up at whistle like his, out there on the
road from town ;
And in many a night of sorrow, in the silence, early and
Have I held my breath at a foottep, that seemed to
pause at the gate.
I hope that he cannot see us, wherever lus soul may be;
It would grieve him to know the trouble that's come to
father and me.
Out there is the tree he planted, the day he was twelve
years old ;
The sunlight is glittering through it, and turning its
leaves lo gold;
And often when I was lonely, and no one near at hand,
I have talked to it, hours together an if it could under
stand And sometimes I used to fancy, whenever I spoke of ray
It wflrf waving it leaves together, like clapping its hands
It may be the man that will own it, that's coming to
Will be chopping it down, or digging it up, and burning
it out of the way.
And there art the pansier yonder, and the roses he
helped to tend
Why, every bush on the dear old place is as dear as a
tried old friend.
And now we must go and leave them but there ! they
have come from town ;
I hit ven' t had time to smooth my Imir, or even to change
I can see them both quite plainly, although it is getting
And the Granger's whistling "Homo, Sweet Home,''
as he comes up from the gate.
I'll go out into the kitchen now, for I don't want to look
on his face.
What right has he to be whittling that, unless he has
bought the place?
Why, can that be Thomas coming? he usually steps so
There's something come intt his footsteps like twenty
six years ago.
There's something that sounds like gladness, and the
man that he used to be
Before our Willie went out from home to die on the
What, Thomas ! Why are you sjmiliiig, and holding my
hands so tight?
And why don't you tell me quickly must we go from
the farm to-night ?
What's ''th'at ! "You bring me tidings and tidings of
wonderful joy ; "
It cannot be very joyous, unless it is news of my boy.
Oh, Thomas t You cannot mean it ! Here, let me look
in your face.
Now, tell me again it Li Willie that's wanting to buy the
JOHN PLOWMAN'S PROVERBS.
Faults are always thick where love is thin.
There's no use in lying down and doing nothing
because we cannot do everything as wo should
Eaten bread is forgotten, and the hand that
gave it Ls despised.
Most people will help those who do not need it
It is never worth while to do unnecessary
Never try to prove a thing which nobody
All the neighbors are cousins to the rich man,
but the poor man's brother does not know hini
A man of wonts and not of deeds
Ts like n garden full of weeds.
Most men who go down hill meet with Judos
before they get to ihe bottom. Those whom
they helped in their better days generally forgot
thedebt, or repay it with unkindness.
"When God means a creature to tly he gives it