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Noughts on the Bible.
Christian there is nothing bq
rely painful as the arraignment
•A against religion, or the defa
the word of God, especially
days of ethical culture. We
(ob ingersoll and others of his
-re said many cute things in a
aimer, impressing the deluded
their audiences to an extent
.as more or less imperiled the
of their souls. Be that as it
gerholl and his flowery tribe
[isHOKsed a mind, entertained a
or expressed a sentiment wor
iiijorison with those which are
here, in relation to the Bible
iichings.
it MiVH It is the Bible, the
df, which combats and tri
..ost efficaciously in ihe war be
[cri'.lulity and belief."
rt Milton has given his npin
u following words: There
|ougK comparable to the songsof
§o orations equal to those of the
and no politics like those
hcriptures teach."
calls the Bible the
Selden claims
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ilfilian,
the Bible is inspired."
I* ttie space it would be an easy
dd the testimony of hundreds
read and believed in the su
[of the Bible. Statesmen, sci
rrinces and Kings have revered
jW pages, while infidels and
linthe eleventh hour, have left
Poy as to its being the only
•eternal life, and "the con ca
fe death-bed are seldom false."
p.respect the old family Bible
pciou# relic it iB given of God
pes are sacred to the welfare of
»m1 soul. Revere it. Adore
Parpen yonr razor on its
pern cover, nor allow your sis
place it on a chair to supply
i of a second piano stool when
|g man wants to hear the "Car
»enice" as an instrumental
fu "ell to use the scriptures on
*ys~not on Sunday, or other
*«one. Although we are told
fca the soriptures," there is
een the oovers of the Bible
JtnictB as to sit on them.
F°i*a be holy, we must have a
Reverence for holy things.
[hperienc? with the Elevator.
Misther Shmith in, surr?"
J^wid the soger cap, "Will
So I stips intil the closet,
he pulls at a rope,
I .,e ^'ooth l'z tellin' yez, the
1 e building began runnin'
though the divil was
J™- Houly nmrther 1" sez I,
Ifr* and the
FWch was left below there?"
I
Jl
CfP m*U' a'Z-^»
1
8Urr
•«mght when yez come down."
.is it?" sez I "and is it no
out a haythenish balloon
IT
l¥"
Aud with
•JPped Btock 8till) aU(j hp
|L °01'
au^
there I was wid
headl
And that'*
g°iD'
Up tiU tlw
Indian'g Composition.
i8 a
i8
Wav
literary
children of
icom.w,
following
extract
tin effi ?U KirU—shows
btuco*
iave
keen a
ia ^lte
c^ildren
1
y
'.°^8 that have
thvnB
e7,tiuie-
Girls are
ltCd
kinds, and some-
Igirls if several
pie is
10
wants to do auy-
*1* tho I £l,OUt
^tter
XiR ItKVB.
.y ",
1 11 1,1 111
I'lTninplipg
I .it 7
Ukp
'1,l(-r
»aw the Use), where paaajim dips.
I whlNperedlow. I tried to f»y
»iu
rau,p
not U'u but «iK,
I frit afraid that it mi
Kht
l.e n»v—
Veutare or iwthing, b,, i must try,
1^(wTm C8.me filow'
and
ll
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star of
while Cowper admits a
the sacred page."
writes it a precious store
nl the magna charta of a Chris
he worthy John Locke gives
to tJtie sentiment: "It has
its author, salvation for its
there is no
3u which we can rest in a dy
leitt but the Bible."
he question What is the
I)r. Waldo Henry Richardson
ilied: It is a book given of
Utainmg the principles of Chris
lud the rule for its guidance."
:er!» Boyle asserts it is a
i volume it is impossible we
it too much, or esteem it too
in writing of its holy
r, remarks:
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The Bible is n
beautiful
figures its words and
|hts are alike poetical it
has
around its central truths all
I'auty and interest it is a tem
jone
altar
and one God, but il-
k\ by a thousand varied lights,
Med with a thousand orna-
belief in the Bible, says Goethe,
served me as the guide of my
|d literary work.
*^au acknowledges that "the
'of the scriptures strikes me
^uifihment," tind Coleridge hath
DOW
"la8tJ1said:
HI you in my wife or must waitt"
late rMWerL*d.: "Vm youfa too
Ktartled i i
rWm.(1 my evfig_
iuJ I "l-on my iiiel
I i Tm
11 in
f"'"I
i •, !, jha!ltl
oi
U'J'
brother's wife.
vo Ledger*
Ike and the Mule,
Old Isaac Saunders has juat been ar
raigned before the court on a charge
of embezzling a mule from the church,
had been assigned to circuit work
Ik
hy the conference, but had failed^to
adhere to his letter of acceptance. In
fact, he refused to preach after makintr
way with the mule, and the three
churches that alternately were to re
ceive food from him combined and had
him arrested. After the examination of
several witnesses, the colored lawyer for
the defense arose and said:
De parson has de law all on his side
becase he ploys a lawyer and de church
don't. Dat am a powerful factor in his
resemblance. An' now I ax de Jedge
ob dis court ter let de prisoner go. I
don make long speeches, but I comes
down to de pint. Dis man ain't guilty
no more nor I was las' year when da
dited me for stealin'a hog. Dis am
convinein', and de court can't stand
aroun' it."
The Justice, also a colored man,
pondered a long time, and at length
said:
De attorney hab stated one fack.
De 'fense hab got all de law, for de
nder side hain't 'ployed no lawyer. An'
I'll state right heah dat some powerful
arguments will be needed to 'viet dis
preacher unless he can't show why he
'be/.-/.led de mule."
One of the church members arose
and told how Ike had disappointed the
church people by not coming, and how
after coming he had startled them by
failing to account fer the church prop
erty.
Ike, being called on for a statement,
arose and said:
I tuck charge ob dat circuit in good
faith, but when da fetch me out a mule
ter ride my faith commenced ter suffer
wid de rheumatiz. Dar is two classes
of niggers de mule haters and demule
lubbers. I'se always been a mule hater.
Well, las' Sunday mornin' I took my
bim-book, my testamiut and mounted
the mule, paratory fer de holy work.
Ob all thirgs in dis worl I think dat de
mule is de uufittenist for gospel work.
You can run a groun' hog thrasher and
think 'bout David and Abraham, but
you can't run a mule in de same con
nection. I rid aloug a piece and com
menced ter frame my openin' prar.
Lord,' I sez, we thank Thee for Thy
goodness De mule stopped in de
middle ob de road an' looked aroun' at
me quirinly. I kicked him an' con
tinued
1
Lord, de crops ob de pas'
year hab reminded us ob Thy—' De
mule begin to lif up his back. Steady,'
sez I, An', Lord, we is—'
4
Whoa,'
sez I, but it was too late, fer de mule
had flung me. Den I cussed and
damned dat mule till his har must ban
been all kivered with sulphur. I got
on him agin. He went ou putty well for
a while. Jes' as I lied 'bout got my
prar half finished, we cum to de creek.
He tucked his head down like he want
ed ter drink, an' jes' as I was drawing
a long bref, he flung me inter de creek.
I los' idl my 'ligion right dar, an' when
I walked up ter de church 1 wan't no
mere fitten ter preach den de debil
would a ben. Course I sold de mule
an' got de money fore I got to de
church, but yer needn't ax me what I
done wid it," 'case I lost it on dc road,
an' I reckon yer'le find it an' my 'ligion
somewhar down in de bottoms.
Ike was honorably discharged.
All the Engiish Knew.
I heard a funny story of a little Bos
ton bov the other day. His father had
amused himself in teaching the bright
little fellow several words and phrase*
in a number of languages, so that he
had quite a reputation as a linguist. An
Englishman of some note dined with
the family one day, and the child was
much interested in watching him ami
listening to his conversation. Alter
dinner the guest took him on his knee,
with the remark, I hear you know a
great many languages tell me how
manv you know." "Oh, I know reuch,
and German, and Italian, and Spanish,
and that is all." "lint you know Kn
clish?" "No, I don't know English,
he answered, with a very positive shake
of the head. "Yes. vou do,
(^rt4unl,
porsisted the Englishman. I
I do not."
replied
girls
off
jjj*1 toow about
the clnId, almost im­
patiently, very emphatically. My J»
pa knows English, I s'pose but I onlv
know two words in English.
what are they?" "'Owe and owe.
HoHton Transcript
HHi SiQNK CITY. GRANT COUNTY, DAKOTA, SATURDAY. MAY 8.
Ringing Rocks.
Ringing hill is an eminence in Potts
town, Montgomery county, Pa., and is
bo named because of ine "ringing rocks"
found thereon. An account of these
ih given in the Reading Dispatch, aa
follows: Ihe ringing rocks cover a
space of about three-quarters of an acre.
In tiiis tract bowlders are piled upon
bowlders of all shapes and forme, and
so promiscuously arranged that consid
erable agility is required to walk over
them without falling. As on© steps
from rock to rock, fringing sound, pro
duced by the nails in the boot heels, is
plainly heard. On tapping the stones
with a hammer quite remarkable aceous
tic properties are revealed. Some of
them give forth a rich, full tone which
would probably vie with the best bell
metal if the stones wore fashioned into
bells. One of them in particular, from
the depth of tone, is known as the
State House bell. This was at one
time among the largest of the rocks. It
has been broken off, however, but still
has preserved its strong, full tone. The
general sound produced by striking the
smaller stones resembles that ol a
blacksmith's anvil, some having a
little clearer ring than others, and
no two sounding just alike. In
passing from one to another of the
larger rocks one is reminded of the tap
ping of car-wheels by the train inspect
ors. Thousands of people visit this
natural phenomenon every summer.
The rocks themselves bear evidence of
this, the edges being battered oil' by
hammer strokes, and the sides of many
having names carved upon them. Some
parties, who were unwilling to take the
time or trouble to chisel their names
upon the rocks, have resorted to paint,
and considerable daubing has been done
in various colors. The advertising tlend
has not failed to put in his appearance
and we are made aware of the merits of
patent medicines, of the place to buy
carpets and the like upon every hand.
We have not heard any satisfactory ex
planation of the cause of the ringing or
bell-like sound of these rocks. Some
say it is owing to there being a cavern
under them. This, however, can have
nothing to do with it, as when the rocks
are removed they still ha-^ the same
sound. One large and sondrct&s btfvdder
was taken to the Centennial and attract
ed a great deal of attention there. An
other was sent to England a year or two
ago. There is probably a metallic sub
stance in this group of bowlders to
which the ringing sound may be at
tributed. We have not heard, however,
of any geological analysis.
A Very Sagacious Horse.
A very old and remarkable horse, the
property of Col. John H. James, of Ur
bana, Ohio, has recently died. Old
Bonny, like most intelligent people,
had decided ideas of his own. W7hen
tiie Colonel was in his office Old Bonny,
though never hitched, stood at his
hitching post in front, unless the snn
or tlies became troublesome, when he
would go round the corner and through
a narrow lane into the back lot, but
could be found in one place or the
other, except on a few occasions, be
coming impatient at an unusually long
delay, he went home alone. At noon
he would go up to the steps, and, when
the buggy was unloaded and all the
packages taken out, he would go to his
box under a tree and wait for his din
ner, while at night he would go with
equal regularity and alone to the stable.
Bonny undoubtedly came to distin
guish Sundays from other days.
Whether this was from the ringing of
the church bells, or from the later hour
he was wanted, or from a direct influx
of that wisdom thai teaches the sparrow
to fly, oi: Sunday, without the raising
of a line, he would turn to tiie right
and go to church, while on workdays
he would to the left and go down town.
One of his last exploits was one of the
most remarkable. He had lost two
shoes, and his feet liatl become a little
sore. Pat, the stable-boy, who had be
lieved that Bonny knew more than
many men, took two shoes, tied them
together with a string, shook them be
fore his face, and hung them across his
neck, and then started him off alone,
and he went four blocks, turning two
corners, to Edward Hill's blacksmith
shop, where lie had been shod for
twenty years, and, after the shoes were
put on, went home alone. Since his last
exploit Mr. Hill would freely and con
scientiously make oath that Old Bonny
knew more than half his human cus
tomers.
It is estimated that the average space
occupied by a soldier in the line is a
front of twenty inches, and a depth of
thirteen inches, and that five
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meI* c®^n
stand in a space of one square yard, io
carry the calculation further, 24,200 can
stand on one acre, and 15,488,000 on a
square mile. The entire population of
the United States, assuming it to be
about 45,000,(KM), could be crowded into
an area of three square miles and the
inhabitants of the entire world, esti
mlSS to be ^out 1,450,000,000, on a
space ten miles long and ten miles wide,
or 100 square milei.
1880.
o Louger a Belle.
The once most beautiful woman of Ar
kansas is now a beggar. She is the
daughter of Sandy
Arkansas Traveler."
married several times, and is now
known as Mrs. Trapnell. In the old
days of Arkansas aristocracy, when the
rich planters and men of note gathered
at the Ashley mansion, Mins Faulkner
was the belle, petted, flattered and ad
mired by every one. Her wardrobe
came from Paris, and her lovers from
everywhere. Slave to the demands of
gayety and conquest, she was haughty,
and considered heartless. Her sway
for years was undisputed, and, when
her financial decline came, she would
not recognize a fact which seemed to
her so preposterous. She married, bat
her husband did not prove to be
wealthy. From this husband, if I am
correctly informed, she was divorced.
She was still beautiful, and. though di
vorced from her husband, she was still
inseparably wedded to society. But
the bright star of her life had begun to
grow dim. Her father died and left
her with comparatively nothing. She
still had offers of marriage, but she dis
dained them on financial grounds. On
one occasion a large party was forming
to visit the New Orleans Mardi Gras
festivities. She was unable to meet the
necessary expenses. A gentleman who
had heard her express herself, and with
whom she was scarcely acquainted, re
marked to her
If you will marry me I will take
you to New Orleans." "I will," she ex
claimed, and they were married. This
husband, I think, died shortly after
ward. Some time after this she met
with an accident. While riding in a
buggy the horse ran away. She was
thrown out and sustained the injury of
a broken leg. This might not have
proved so serious had she not dis
obeyed the instructions of physicians
and disregarded the advice of friends.
She insisted upon receiving visitors,
and would sit all day and half the night,
propped up in bed,'laughing and talk
ing in her gayest humor. Her restless
ness at last rendered {imputation neces
sary. I met her to-day. She has just
been turned out of a house for failiug
to pay her rent. A more forlorn-look
ing woman never lived. She bad been
out begging, and, limping aloug, she
carried a basket. She is quite old now,
and her hair is as white as the record
of St. John. You can tell in a moment
that she has been beautiful, for her
mouth, pearly teeth, her eyes and mag
nificent brow all declare that they were
once organized into a convention of
beauty with a rich suit of hair as the
Chairman.— LouLsville Courier Jour
nal.
A Bumble-Bee Story*
I am the son of a "Jack of all trades,"
and I live in the Old Dominion. My
father is a hard-working man.buta very
great grumbler and, as a general thing,
that kind of men are very passionate.
One day, not many years ago, we as
cended a loft (the kind of old structures
that were to be seen in days gone by,
with the staircase running up the out
side, leading to a small platform where
everything was hoisted up). We en
tered this loft for the purpose of stow
ing a lot of blade fodder.
We had been at work some time, when
father told me to work a little faster. I
said I was working as fast as I conld.
He said it wasn't so, to have the last
word. I said he was mistaken. With
that he picked up a bunch of fodder and
strnck at me. It would seem it was not
a very form.iable weapon but it
proved so to him. It contained those
terrible little insects, bumble-bees.
When he delivered the blow, it stirred
them up, causing them to fly out very
much enraged. They did not stop to
consider who was the disturber of their
peace, but took it for granted that it
was the old gentleman. Having made
up their minds to that effect, they set
to work to devour him. He twisted,
turned, and, without taking time to run
down the steps, made a flying leap for
terra firma, reaching it with a hop, Bkip
and a jump. He then started for the
house at a 2:40 gait on a plank road.
By that time the bees had had enongh,
and so had he. He remarked "that he
was no hog know when he had enough."
But the following day I could have
sworn he was no kin to me. Reader,
what do yon think that man did He
laid it on to me with an apple switch
four feet long. Said if it hadn't been
for me the bees wouldn't have stung
him. I never asked them, but took it
for granted that it must be so. I will
add that I recovered from my whipping
and he from his stings about the same
time. He can tell now, 300 yards off, a
bnmble-bee from a horse-fly.
Rowland and Oliver were two of the
most famous in the list of Charle
magne's twelve peers, and their exploits
are rendered so ridiculously and equally
extravagant by the old romancers that
from th« i ce arose that saying.^ among
our plain and sensible ancestors, of giv
ing one a "Rowland for an Oliver," to
signify the matching one incredible lie
with another.
NO. :J8,
Newly-Married Couples.
II is the happiest and most virtuous
State of society in which the husband
aulkner, the and wife set out together, and with per
She has been feet sympathy of soul, graduate all their
expenses, plans, calculations, and de
sires with reference to their present
means and to their future and common
interest.
Nothing delights man more than to
enter the neat little tenement of the
young people who within perhaps two
or three years, without any resources
but their owu knowledge of industry,
have joined heart and hand, and engage
to share together the responsibilities,
duties, interests, trials and pleasures of
life. The industrious wife is cheerfully
employing her hands in domestic du
ties, putting her house in order or
mending her husband's clothes, or pre
paring the dinner, wlnle perhaps the
little darling sits prattling on the floor
or lies sleeping in the cradle, and ev
ervthing seems preparing to welcome
the happiest of husbands and the best
of fathers when he shall come home
from his toil to enjoy the sweets of his
little paradise.
This is the true domestic pleasure.
Health, contentment, love, abuudance
and bright prospects are all here. But
it has become a prevalent sentiment
that a man must acquire his fortune
before he marries that the wife must
have no sympathy nor share with him
in the pursuit of it—in which most of
the pleasure truly consists- and the
young married people must set out with
as large and expensive an establishment
as is becoming those who have been
wedded for twenty years. This is very
unhappy it fills the community with
bachelors, who are waiting to make their
fortunes, endangering virtue, promot
ing vice destroys the true economy
and design of the domestic institution,
and it promotes inefficiency among fe
males, who are expecting to be taken
up by fortunes and passively sustained
without any care or concern on their
part, and thus many a wife become
as a gentleman once remarked, not a
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helomeet," but a helpeat."- -Goldm
Age.
A Physician's Mistake.
Dr. Clemenceau, the eminent Parti'
ian physician, is also a member of the
French legislature. He is a brisk and
busy man, keenly cognizant of the fa«t
that time is money," and one day,
while he was in attendance at hisMon#*
martre consulting room, two men
simultaneously solicited an interview
with him for the purpose of taking hia
advice. One of them, admitted to hi*
presence, and asked, WThat was th*
matter with him complained of a
pain in his chest whereupon he was
ordered to take off his shirt, and Dr.
Clemenceau subjected him to a careful
examination. Bt fore the doctor, how
ever, sat down to write his prescrip
tion, he rang the bell and ordered hia
servant to show the other patient into
the consulting room. As the latter
entered the door-way, Dr. Clemenceau,
witliput looking up from the desk at
which he was w-riting, said to him:
Jnst undress yourself, too, if yon will
be so good. We shall save time by
your doing so." Without a moment's
hesitation, the second visitor proceeded
to take off his clothes, and, by the time
the doctor had finished writing his re
ceipt, taken bis fee, and dismissed the
preceding patient, was stripped to the
waist ready for inspection. Turning
toward him, the doctor observed
You are also suffering from pain in
the chest, are you not?"
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Well, no,
doctor," the man replied,141havecalled
upon you to beg that you will recom
mend me to the Government for a
place in the postofflce."
Cats as Carriers.
The wonderful instinct of locality
which the cat shares with the carrier
pigeon has been put to some practical
use in Belgium. Thirty-seven cats, re
siding in the oity of Liege, were recent
ly put into bags and then taken a long
way into the country. Here they were
liberated at 2 o'clock one afternoon, and
at a quarter to 5 ou the same evening
one of them returned home, while ali
his companions arrived there within
twenty-four hours after being set free.
It is, therefore, proposed to establish a
regular system of cat-communication
between Liege and the neighboring vil
lages by means of cats. This is a some
what novel part for pussy to play, and
if it be feasible we hope that she will
be properly protected in it.
The Honnd.
The hound is a most interesting dog.
How solemn and long-visaged he is—
how peaceful and well-disposed! He
is the Quaker among dogs. All the
viciousness and currishness seems to
have been weeded out of him he seldom
quarrels, or fights, or plays, like other
dogs. Two strange hounds, meeting
for the first time, behave aa civilly to
ward each other as two men. I know a
hound that has an ancient, wrinkled,
far-away look, that reminds one of the
bust of Homer among the Elgin mar
bles. He looks like the mountains to
ward which his heart yearns so much.

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