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"Oifl'Slt'lAN AN 1) hi KUEO.X
llydo Park, Vt.
Johnson, Vt.
"? P. BUTTS, Proprietor,
j j,'. North Hydcpark, vt
1 C. BAKUKK, and O. B. KKIMilTKON, Pro-
J J . pnetors,
Darlington, Vt.
J ? Johnson, Vt.
jns set up on trim, ohhth buiiuu;u. i
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business done with accuracy and dispatch.
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to. HC iillections promptly attended to.
"1 E. B. SAWYER,
'.net iu Aiumi jui j iiha i. . . iijuu i iii.i
aar May M, Friday mid S:iturday8 of each
fc-ti kill North llydc Park. l
i H.C. LAMPHER, -i
Hi KITTY KHKKJr ' A.NU Al I. I'll r.l'.ll,
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'Holiness from parties residing out of the county
HU receive prompt attention.
A KEI.I.EY, Proprietor,
, Hyde Park, Vt.
rt' rented the American Hotel and closed
' l&inn limine to the. public, we nru now pre
icdfto luke. good care of the patrons of buth
iia, iiud hope to give satisfaction to all.
aii Skins, Hides, and Sheep Pelts,
1 Hyde Park, Vt
All work warranted.
Johnson, Vt.
leas, Coffees, Spices, &c,
If vou want pure goods, get such
fts lear our label.
6 ;::rt
n!d respectfully inform the people
landing the hard times, he has
ml the largest and most com-
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r orercd for sale in Northern Ver
1 1 which he is now selling at from
! rmer prices. It will, as hereto'
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ilie ma aim to lurnisn the veiy
quality of work, and at the lowest
1 consistent with GOOD ATORK
I xties wishing MONUMENTAL
"-re especially invited to call
il fixamine this stock. : ,
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BYE. We linircred at Uic htllc irate,
lieiieatli a ilark and dewy cky ;.
Anil when at last we parted, fate
Ilehinil the shadows w hwpered "Wait;"
llutrthc, unlHedinir, muruiurt'd 'Lalc,
Late, sweetheart, it i growinit Into
O, tlicn good night, but not good-bye!"
I watched her fl ittlntr tip the stair.
And liii(;cd to be where thought could fly,
Rut half-way up the darkened uir
8he turned and chid my lonfrinjr tlicre;
"Even love," she cried, "must rest to bear
New buds for blooming I Only swear
You'll not forget h, do not swear
. And lla'U K"..jil-nWUU but act food-bye !"
Her voi la In my memory yet,
A Htill, small sound that passeth by,
For who ran love anil then forget?
But death la sleep; and somewhere yet
Love's morn will rise and never set!
Therefore close up her coflin ; let
Her rest awhile from care and fret;
Sleep well, sweetheart, I'll not target:
"Uood-nij,'lit, indeed, but not good-bye!"
In the still air the music lies unheard ;
In the rough marble beauty hides uuriccn :
To make the music and the beauty, needs
The master's touch, tho sculptor's chisel kecu.
Great Master, touch ns with thy skiirul hand;
Let not tiie music Mint is in us die!
Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let,
Hidden and lost, thy form within us licl
Sparc not the strokel do w ith us as thou wilt!
Let there be naught unllnished, broken, marred;
Complete thy purpose, that we may beeomo
Thy perfect image, thou our Uod ami Lord!-
"Not yet, the flowers are in my path,
Tho sun Is In the sky;
Not Yet, my heart is full of hope,
I cannot bear to die.
"Not yet, I never knew till now
How precious life could be;
My heart is mil of love, O Death!
I cannot conic writh thee !"
But Love and Hope, enchanted twain,
Passed in their falsehood by;
Death came again, and then he said,
"I'm ready now to die !"
I had occasion, about three years
ago, to visit tiie ancient mirgnoi ror
trose. It was earl)' in winter : the
days were brief, though pleasant, and
the nights long and dark ; and, as
there is much in Fortrose which the
curious traveller deems interesting, I
had lingered amid its burying-grounds
and its broken and mouldering tene
ments till the twilight had fairly set in.
I had explored the dilapidated ruins of
the Chanonry of Ross ; seen the tomb
of old Abbot Boniface, and the bell
blessed by the Pope ; run over the
the complicated tracery of the Runic
obelisk, which had been dug up, about
sixteen years before, from under the
foundations of the old parish church ;
and visited the low, long house, with
its upper windows buried in the thatch,
in which . the far-famed Sir James
Mackintosh had received the first rudi
ments ot his education. lucre was
little wonder, that twilight should have
overtaken me in such a place.
There are two roads which run be
tween Cromarty and Fortrose : the
one, the king's highway ; the other, a
narrow footpath that goes winding for
several miles under the immense wall
of cliffs which overhangs the northern
shores of the Moray Frith, and then
ascends to the top by narrow and
doubtful traverses along the face of an
immense precipice termed the Scraf s
Crag. The latter route is by far the
more direct and more pleasaut of the
two to the day-traveller ; hut tlic man
should think twice who proposes tak
ing it by night. The Scarf's Crag has
been a scene of frightful accidents for
the last two centuries. With a knowl
edge of this, however, I had deter
mined on taking the more perilous
road. The night fell thick and dark
while I was yet hurrying along the
footway which leads under the cliifs ;
and, on reaching tho Scarf's Crag, I
could no longer distingish the path,
nor even catch the huge outline of the
precipice between me and the sky. I
knew that the moon rose a little after
nino; tut it was still early in the
evening ; and, deeming it too long to
wait Its rising, I set myself to grope
for the path, when, on turning an ab
rupt angle, I was dazzled by a sudden
blaze of light from an opening in the
rock. A large fire of furze and brush
wood blazed merrily from the interior
of a low-browed but spacious cave,
bronzing with dusky j'ellow the huge
volume of smoke which went rolling
outwards along tho roof, and falling
red and strong on the face and hands
of a thick-set, determined-looking man
well nigh in his sixtiety jxar, who was
seated In fore it ou a block of store,
I knew him at once, as an intelligent,
and, in the main, rather respectable
gipsy, whom I had once met with
about ten years before, and who bad
seen some service as a soldier,- it was
said,' in the first British expedition to
Kgypt. The sightof his fire deter
mined me at once. I resolved on
passing the evening with him till the
rising of the moon : and, after a bnef
explanation, and a blunt, though by
no means unkind invitation to a place
beside his fire, I took niv seat frouting
lfnn, ou a block of granite which had
been rolled from the neighboring beach.
In less than half an hour we were on
as easy terms as if we had been com
rades of years ; and, after beating ov
er fifty different topics, he told me the
story of his life, and found an atten
tive and interested auditor.
"I was born, master," said the gip
sy, "in this very cave, some sixty
years ago, and so am a hcotctunan liKe
yourself. My mother, however, be
longed to the Debatable-land ; my fa
ther was an Englishman ; and of my
five sisters, one first saw the light In
Jersey, another in Guernsey, a third
in AVales, a fourth in Ireland, and the
fifth in the Isle of Man. But this is a
trifle, master, to what occurs in some
families. It can't be now much less
thay fifty years since my mother left
us, one bright sunny daj', on the Eng
lish side of Kelso, and stayed away
about a week. AVo thought we had
lost her altogeter ; but back she came
at last ; and when she did come, she
brought with her a small sprig of a lad,
of about three summers or thereby.
Father grumbled a little. "We had got
small fry enough already, he said, and
bare enough and hungry enough they
were at times ; but mother showed
liim a pouch of yellow pieces, and
there was no more grumbling. And
so we called the little fellow Bill Vv'hyte,
as if he had been ono of ourselves ;
and hegrew up among us, as pretty a
fellow as e'er the sun looked upon. I
was a few years his senior ; but he
soon contrived to get half a foot ahead
of me ; and when wo quarrelled, as
boys will ai times, master, I always
came off secoud best. I never knew
a fellow of a higher spirit : he would
rather starve than beg, a hundred
times over, and never stole in his life ;
but then for gin-setting, and deer
stalking, and black-fishing, not a
poacher in the country got beyond
him ; and when there was a smuggler
in the Sol way, who more active than
Bill? lie was barely nineteen, poor
fellow, when he made the countiy too
hot to hold hiin. I remember the night
as well as if it were yesterday. The
Cat-maran lugger was in the frith, d'ye
see, a little below Caerlaverock ; and
father and Bill, and some half-dozen
more of our men, wrere busy in bump
ing the kegs ashore, and hiding them
in the sand. It was a thick, smuggy
night : we could hardly see fifty yards
around us ;. and on our last trip, mas
ter, when we were down in the water
to the gunwale, who should come upon
us, in the turning of a handspike, but
the revenue lads from Kirkcudbright !
They hailed us to strike, in the devil's
name. Bill swore he wouldn't. Flash
went a musket, and the ball whistled
through his bonnet. Well, he called
on them to row up, and up they came ;
but no sooner were they within half
oar's length, than, taking up a keg,
and raising it just as he used tojdo the
putting-stone, he made it spin through
their bottom, as if the planks were of
window-glass ; and down went their
cutter in half a jiffy. They had wet
powder that night, and fired no more
bullets. Well, when they were, gath
ering themselves up as.they best could,
and, goodness be praised 1 there
were no drownings amongst them,
we pumped our kegs ashore, ' hiding
them with the others, and then fled up
the country. Wo knew there would
be news of our night's work ; and so
there was ; for before next evening
there were advertisements on every
post for the apprehension of Bill, with
an offered reward of twenty pounds.
. "Bill was a bit of a scholar ,: so
am I, for that matter, and the pa
pers stared him on every side.
"'Jack,' he said to me, 'Jack
Why to, this will never do ; the law's
too strong for us now ; and if I don't
make away witli myself, they'll either
have me tucked up, or sent over seas
to slave for life. I'll tell you what I'll
do. I stand six feet in my stocking-
soles, and good men were never more
wanted than nt present. I'll cross the
country this very nigl t, and away to
Edinburgh, where Cere are troops
raising for foreign service. Better a
musket than the gallows !'
"Well, Bill,' I sal!, 'I don't care
though I go with yoc. Tm a good
enough man for my inches,' though I
ain't so tall as you, and I'm woundily
tired of spoon" making.' '
"And so off we set across the coun
try that very minute,' travelling by
night only, and pav'" ",our' days in
any hiding hole wo could Unit, till we
reached Edinburgh, and there took the
bounty. Bill made as pretty a soldier
as one could have seen In a regiment ;
arid, men being scarce, I wasn't re
jected neither ; and after just three
weeks' drilling, and plngny weeks
they were, we were shipped off, fully
finished, for the south. Bonaparte
had gone to Egypt, and we were sent
after him to ferret hiin out ; though
we weren't told so at the time. And
it was our good luck, master, to be
put aboard of the same transport.
"Nothing like seeing the world, for
making a man smart. We had all
sorts of people in our regiment, from
the broken-down gentleman to the
broken-down lamp-lighter; and Bill
was catching from the best of them all
he could. He knew ho wasn't a gip
sy, and had always an eye to getting
on in the world ; and as the voyage
was a woundy long one, and we had
the ' regimental schoolmaster aboard,
Bill was a smarter fellow at the end ol
it than he had been at the beginning.
Well, we reached Aboukir Bay at last.
Bill and I were in the first detachment,
and we had to clear the way for the
rest. 1 he r rencli were drawn tip on
the shore, ns thick as flies on a dead
snake, and the bullets rattled around
tis like a shower of May hail. It was
a glorious sight, master, for a bold
heart. The entire line of sand coast
seemed one unbroken streak of fire
and smoke ; and we could see the old
tow er of Aboukir rising like a fiery
dragoif at the one, end, 'and the strag
gling village of Rosetta, half-cloud,
half-flame, stretching away on the
other. There was a lino of launches
and gunboats behind us, that kept up
an incessant fire on the enemy, and
shot and shell went booming over our
heads. We rowed shorewards, under a
canopy of smoke and flame ; the water
was broken by ten thousand oars ; and.
never, Master, have you heard such
ring ; it drowned the roar of the
cannon. liu and 1 pulled at the same
oar ; but ho bade mo cheer, and leave
the pulling to him. t-
" ' Cheer, Jack,' hi said, 'cheer !
I am strong enough to pnll ten oars,
and cheering docs my- heart good.! ,,
"I could see, irt tlw smoke and the
confusion, that there was a boat stove
by a shell just besidet us, and thq man
immediately behind : me was shot
through the head. But we just cheered
and pulled all the harder ; and the
moment our keel touched the' shore,
we leaped out into the water, middle-
deep, and, after one well-directed vol
ley, charged up the beach with our
bayonets fixed. I missed footing in
the hurry, just as we closed, and a
big-whiskered fellow in blue would
have pinned me to the sand, had not
Bill struck him through the wind-pipe,
and down he fell above me ; ' but when
I strove to rise fron -under him, he
grappled with mo in his death agony,
and tho blood and breath came ; rush
ing through his wound in. myj face.
Ere I had thrown hint off, my com
rades had broken the enemy, and were
charging up the side of a 'sand-hill,
where there were two field-pieces sta-i
tioned, that had sadly annoyed uV in
the landing. There came a shower of
grape-shot whistling around me, that
carried away my canteen, and turnep
me half round ; and ' when I looked
up, I saw, through the smoke, that
half my comrades were swept; away by
the dischargej and that tho survivors
were fighting desperately over the two
guns, hand-to-hand with the enemy.
Ero I got up to them, however, and,
trust me, master, I didn't linger,. the
guns were our own. Bill stood beside
one of them, all grmi and bloody, with
his bayonet dripping like ah eaves
spout in a shower. He had struck
down five of the French, besides the
one he had livelled over me ; and now,
all of his own accord, for our sergent
had been killed, he had 'shotted the
two pieces, and turned them on hi
enemy. They all scampered clown the
AP1UL 25, 1877.
hill, master, on the first discharge.
"In tho morning, when we were en-
gagedcookingour breakfast with U:av
es of the date-tree, our colonel and two
oflk-ers' oame up to us. , . Tho colonel
was ou Englishman, 8 "brave a gen
tleman as cixr lived,-ay, and as kind
an olllcer too. lie was a fine-looking
old man, as tall as Bill, and as well
built too ; but his health was much
broken. It was said he had entered
the army out of break-heart on losing
his wife. Well, he came up to us, I
say, and shook Bill by tho hand as
cordially as if he had !oen h colonel
like himself. lie was a brave, good
soldier, he said, and, to show how
much he valued goxl men, ho had
come to make hiin a sergeant, in room
of the one we had lost. He had heard
that he was a scholar, he said, and he
trusted his conduct would not disgrace
tho halberd. Bill, you may be sure,
thanked the colonel, and thanked him,
master, very like a gentleman ; and
that very day he swaggered scarlet and
a sword as pretty a sergeant as tho
army could boaRt of, ay, and for that
matter, though his experience was lit
tle, ns fit for his place.
Continued next week.
"Give me the lowest place; not that I dare
Ask for Uiat lowest place ; but thou hast died
That I might live and share
Thy glory by thy side.
Hive me the lowest place ; or If for mo
That lowest place be too high, make ono more
Where I may sit and see
My God, and love thee so."
Let us get back to that word, "who
soever." "God so loved the world
that He gave His only begotten son
that whosoever belicvcth in him should
not perWi, but have everlasting life.
Now that word is broad enough to
take in every man, woman and child
in this assembly. Thank God, "We
don't have to preach that every man
will be saved who behaves himself.
AVe can preach tho Gospel to the vilest
sinner, and oiler him a pardon, how
ever a ilu he have been. God invites
the whole world to be saved. Gam
blers, thieves, drunkards, vagabonds,
doivjt leave one out, the blackest of
the black, go preach the Gospel to him,
tell him he can be saved, tell him
Christ died for his sins, and that the
way has been opened from the' grave
right straight to tho throno by tho Son
of God. Ho will snap your fetters
and let your captive soul free. He i3
the Savior from sin. He will not only
blot out your sins, but He will give
you power1 over sin. Mr. Moody
told of a visit of Governor Pollock to
a murderer whose death-warrant he
had signed. After the interview the
prisoner asked the 'sheriff who, that
man was who had talked so kindly to
him and prayed with him.' "Why,
that was Govnrnor Pollock." The
condemned man turned deathly pale,
and,' lifting up both hands' lie cried :
Governor Pollock ! Sheriff, was that
Governor Pollock?" "Yes, that's
Governor Pollock." "AArhy didn't you
tell uie before ? If I had known, .that
was Governor. Pollock I would have
fallenat his feet .and cried, 'Mercy !
mercy !' I would, have asked him to
pardon me and to save me. Oh, sher
iff ! . why didn't you tell me that was
the governor The poor man wept
and wrung his hands in agony, to think
the governor had been right iu the cell
with hiin, and. had the power of par
doning him and setting hiin free, and
he didn't know he was tho governor.
Sinner', lining you good news to-night.
There is One greater than any govern
or. Ho is here to-night. He is here
for a purpose. He is ' here to save
sinners ' He is here to pardon you.
He don't want you to perish ; He don't
want yon to be lost. He coincs to
give you a pardon, AA'hat does he
say ? "Cojne, now let ns reason togeth
er. . Though your sins bo as scarlet,
I ; will mako them ss wool; though
they po red as crimson, I will inake
them' as anow" Do you want a par
don? Take it ! Take it 1 It is for eve
ryono., Oh, may God help you to
believe. it to-night and be saved I
Profanity never did any man the
least good. ' No man is richer, or hap
pier, or wiser for it. It is disgusting
to the refined, abominabio to tho good-,
insulting to those with whom we asso-H
ciute, degrading to themiu'd. unprofit
able, needless and injurious to society,
There arc few 'things more painful
to a spiritually sensitive man than to
hear light-minded people treat serious
things with lightness. As a pure
minded maiden shrinks with wounded
feelings from jusiing words spoken
against tho mother she loves, sd does
the truly relgioous man shrink from
laughter-provoking jestjj pointed at
Scripture facts, or framed from Scrip
ture text put into ridiculous associa
tion.' They hurt him, and are as pois
oucd arrows to him, wounding him
and leaving their poison behind.
AVe may illustrate this latter effect
of lightly jesting with Scripture text,
by calling to the recollection of our
elder readers a certain quatrain, sung
soino thirty years since at the concerts
of a bund of singers then and since
cvry deservedly popular. Thisquar-
taiu was a jest upon one of the most
solemnly beautiful texts in Holv
AVrit namely, "All flesh is grass."
It represented a horse biting his cler
ical master becotisc It had heard hiin
quote those words. The jest itself is
ot a very low order ot wit, but it was
so comically sung, that inunencc audi
ences were convulsed witli laughter on
hearing it for tho first time. - AVe
venture the assertion that thousands
of Christians who joined in the general
merriment carried nwiiy that metrical
jest sticking to their memories like a
burr to the dress, and that for years
it spoiled the beauty of the ascociated
Scripture. Personally, we aver that
even to-day we can neither read it,
nor hear it read, without the recurcncc
of a temptation to laugh.
. There is an example of the lightness
which vulgarizes a lofty idea by low
associations, in the April number of
the Atlantic. A writer in the "con
tributors' club," speaking of the pop
ular admiration for robustness, de
scribes AVcston, tho pedestrian, finish
ing his five hundred miles' walk on
Saturday night. Then says the con
tributor, "He mentioned that he would
attend divine service tho next day,
and sent to the chorister a request to
have the hymn sung, 'Nearer my God
to the V Jivu hundred miles nearer than
all the rest of us.Truly, there is some
thing spiritual in gymnastics." Possi
bly there may be. But we submit that
this light treatment of an aspiration
which in itself is the sublimest that
can move the human heart, is unwor
thy a literary magazine. If Weston was
weak enough to utter so sorry a joke,
the Atlantic ouglit not to be clownish
enough to give it point. AAre expect it,
at least, to treat serious things with
becoming seriousness.
But worse than the Atlantic, is a bit
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of doggerel, lately printed in a relig
ious journnal which shall be nameless
in this article" In' this vulgar com
position, the Saviour is described as
standing at the grave of Lazarous
where "He paid, in resurrection coin,
the sinters for His board !" And again,
giving a reason why tho sheet filled
with all sorts of animals,' was shown
to Peter in his celebrated vision at
Joppa,it assures the world that Simon's,
wife while " card at work upon a bill
of lure, lound that " her stove, it
seems, wa'n't good to draw or, else
the wood was wet I" Besides this
inanity, the grand miracle of the feed
ing of the hungry multitude is described
a, time .'. .. . when breaking off
a chunk of bread would make, a whole
loai grow. ......
Truly this is lighter than froth. Its
vulgarity is offensive to : good taste
Its association of grand . and sacred
facts with low ideas and rude phrases,
is revolting to Christian feeling The
influence of such writing is to degrade
our most holy things, and unfit the
mind to bo profited by their graver
treatment from the pulpit. Surely,
we have- a right to demand better
things from the religous press.
This light treatment of serious things
too often enters into social life. . In
sonic circles the conversation is princi
ply made up of jesting reparteces and
lively stories. AVittkisms make tho
hours jocund. Merriment drives . out
seriousness, and laughter grows rude
and noisy. Precisely--hoW far ju'oh
relaxation maybe innocently permitted
depends largely, we suppose, on the
individual ' conscience.' ' Laughter is
certainlly not a sin. : With- Cowper
we may ask,
"Is sparkling wit the world's exclusive right?.
The llxeil fee-simplu of the vain and light?"
But when it passes the boundary of
I innocence' we do not pretend to do
VOL. 1. NO. 2.
termiuo. The shadow of condemna
tion creeps over tho conscience whefl
that line is passed, and happy it Ko
who heeds its first shades Happier
still is ho who bridles both lip ami
laughter liefore ii'o shadow falls i
Lift A f AILUrtt I
AYhen Dr. Lvrhan Iieecher wai
pastor in Boston, he had many con
versions at his church, especially bf
young men. Ono who had beon anx
ious for sonle tune, and had attended
several inquiry meetings, being asked
on ond of these occasions how he wad
getting on, replied that ho was in tho
dark, and had received no light. DVj
Beecher having learned the nature of
the young man's business, said to hurt,'
" Do you think you can be a rumseller
and get to heaven ? God will never hhns
you in such business1. You must reV
nouncc it, or you can never be a Chris
tian. For your sonl's sake abandou it;
You must quit It or go to hell.1
Those words went to Ms bearii
He attended one or two more inquiry-meetings
and Was hd mora Boe'ri
seeking to become a Christian. It
was a tinning point with him. Ho
concluded not to give up rurrtscliing;
Some time after this, a pious rela;
tlve w ished to s,ee him on the Sabbatli
and called at his residence, but hewn
absent. A friend of his went to" hi
store, and hearing some ono inside,
knocked several times at the door and
obtained admittance, only to find hini
busily engaged, on tho Lord's day, iir
drawing liquors, and nrranging for
their sale during the week. He apol-
ized for being thus occupied, by
saying, "he had so much on his mlml
he could find no other time to attend-
to it."
lie was obsorbed in his chosen bus
iness, seemingly forgetful of God and-
eternity. lie was an energetic mau,-
and in this nefarious traffic accumula
ted a large property".
Somo who were well acquainted1 witli
him, and were inquirers at the sa'mb'
time, became devoted followers of tho
Savior, and of their ability did much
to promote tha cause of Christ. They
frequently tried to impress on him tha
importance of something better than
worldly good ; of a treasure hi heaven
of a life consecrated to the service ol
God, but without effect.'
In the latter part of his life he wa
in a state of unrest, and keenly felt
his want of preparation for heaven.
He acknowledged that his life was a
failure. He expressed a decided con
viction that those, however poor, who
were serving God, were richer than h
with all his wealth ; and that ii was of
the highest importance to begin life by
becoming Christians. His lasi illness
was of short duration ; he was hot tt-
ware of the nearness of death till a few
hours before ho breathed his last.
AVhen his speech had failed him, his
countenance showed great mental dis
tress, even anguish and despair. Il
passed away, and gave no sign of trui
repentance or faith in Christ. Young
man, It may now be a turning noiuf
ih your history. Remember some op
portunities occur but once ; amistal
then is a mistake for life and for eter
nity. Hear the voice of the blessed
Savior. "Seek first the kingdom of
God and His righteousness." - Say not,
to-morrow I will do so, but make tho
required sacrifice at once: and devott
your heart, your influence, your life,.'
to Christ" "Seek Hun while He ina)
be found"' Reii; Cusliing.,
Judge L. ,of Lafayette, Ind .
not only dispenseth justice with evei
hand, but at times indulgc'th in the jo
cose : During the progress 6f a certain
trial involving the ownership' of a calf,
it became of importance thai the jury,,
in order to arrive art a Just conclusioiiy-.
should b'e sent out to, view for them
selves the 'chattel iu dispute'. Tho"
plaintiff, who had p'ossessiolr 6f the
animal, lived some twer rniles from
the court-house, and oho of tho elder
ly jurymen demurred to tho idea of
being sent so far. The judge", in his1
usual round, full voice, replied1 r "Gen
tlemen; T anticipated this objection,
and had the calf brought to the court
yard. I thought it i less trouble to
bring in one . calf than to send out
twelve." The jury emerged into th
opeii air, and, iu presence of the calf,
For what purpose wasf Eve made?
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