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TERMS : Two Dollars a Year,
Invariably if! Advance.
NO. 9
(ijKxgtuitl |joetij).
[Written for the "Clayton Herald"]
Many there are, to hide their own shame,
Who would barter their souls to hell !
"Ana ufeatho mildew on a true friend's name,
And pine for want of more to tell.
Oh! bleeding, bleeding is my heart,
And torn with anguish sore;
For it would act the Christian's part,
And live in sin no more.
Oh ! It would tune a holy lyre,
And chant pure strains of love;
'Twould give each chord a sacred fire,
Drawn from A Choir above.
With angels pure 'twould mingle song,
In Great Jehovah's praise;
'Twould cleanse Itself of ev'ry wrong,
And walk In Wisdom's ways.
'Twould dismiss each cankering thought,
Forgive Its vilest foes;
'Twould deem its wrongs l> 3 * others wrought
Its joys Instead of woes.
'Twould learn to feel and ever say,
" 'Tls noble to forgive,"
And lend a life from day to day,
the holy live.
'Twould have A friend above this earth,
In Whom it might confide;
Eternal und of sinless birth,
In Whom Its griefs to hide.
And oil ! 'twould love both friend and foe,
And ill of none 'LWould speak,
But ever strive to lessen woe,
And urge them good to seek.
Uut hark ! it hears foul Slander's voice,
As wafted
the gale;
;rs her Aspin tongue rejoice,
teething .Scandal's tale.
■■RRt s».
■■RRt s».
lîiitvieëk a Poxv'r divine.
Oli ! lot them feel that they xvould he,
Jehovah, King of kings,
A something more than shame to thee—
•e than worthless things!
J. Bateman Biggs.
Yea !
Clayton, June 22, '89.
[Written for the Clayton Herald.]
Misjudge Me Not.
Oh ! do not deem that I xvould play,
Tho hated traitor's roll;
I'd sooner feel my life decay,
Than bear a perjur'd soul !
out of pure respect,
And came from Frankness' xvell;
•d reject,
Then do not dare my v
Or of the act e'er tell?
Although " too lato" do hot construe,
The lateness into wrong;
'TXvas out of true regard for you,
I dar'd defy the 11 strong!"*
I did not dream you "could forgot,"
Tlio sacred code of Tl'Uth,
act you'll o'er regret,
Whon ago shall dim thy youth.
* »V ('.ml
act of kindness,"
Then " forget" "
And "destroy," If you xx-ill;
I don't live in utter blindness,
Though I "seem so \*ery still."
Clayton, June 22, '09.
♦boosted bravery.
[Written for the Clayton nerald.]
The YYlilstlina: Lady.
Noxv como poor "Jack" and sing a song,
And sing of xvhat you heard;
But pray don't sing one quite so long,
As docs your " wounded bird."
Oh ! pray excuse if Jack should fail—
Ills muse is all unstrung—
To Interest the XVhistling Quail
Jack oft before hath sung.
But ho will try and do his best,
And to the reader lea\ r e the rest—
To guess what he shall fail to say,
But finish up some future day :
There came a sound in warb-ling note,
Gushing from some song-strung throat—
It fell upon my careless ear,
In strains 60 strange—yet soft and clear.
'Twas not a sound of usual tone,
Yet it came from some living one;
• I ask'd a lady to explain,
,'hence come tho curious /drain.
With squinting eye slio ansxver'd sly,
(Her face was rather shady,)
" It is the bird you oft hax'C heard,
Sho is my Whistling Lady."
As quick ae thought to mind I brought,
The "wounded bird" she meant;
8o I away did slowly stray,
With mind on Joking bent.
I oft had read, and with surprise,
About a thing known as " Franchise;"
And I bethought me of a plan,
To franchise " Ex r es " as xx'ell as man.
I would not bruise the poorest weed,
Norxvound the "Stinging Thistle;"
I would not make thy heart to bleed,
Nor ask thco not to " whistle."
So listen well and unto me,
The time's near by—thy Jubilee;
Then mimic, mimic,"wounded bird,"
And let thy "mournful" strains bo heard.
[To be Continued.]
»elcdfït §tori).
The Man on the Iceberg.
h TT is a man !" said the captain, hrfml
I ing the telescopo to the mate after t
long, steady look ; " and ho seems froz
en hard and fast to the side of tho ice
The iceberg had boon in sight sinco
the weather cleared at midnight, tvhefi
it looked like some high rocky head
land, except that, by watching the
bright stars behind it, we could seo its
gigantic outlines swaying solemnly and
majestically up and down. There was
something solemnly grund in tho slow,
stately movement of such a mass.—
There it floated, largo enough, had it
been land, to have been tho dwelling
place of hundreds of human beings.
Tho lower part was of so deep a purple
as to look almost black, but higher up
it shaded off to a bright azure, then to a
light pale green, whilst on its lofty sum
mit were long and slender spires and
pinnacles and pioces of thin transpar
ent ice, worked into all manners of fan
tastic forms, and either of crystal white
ness, or tinted with beautiful pale pink.
There were bays and promontories,
raves and grottoes, hills and dells, with
every variety cf light and shade. Tho
island was almost equally divided by a
great valley running through its centre.
This was half filled with snow, which,
thawing slowly in the sun, formed the
source of a Waterfall, at a height so
great that it was blown and scattered
into fine rain before it reachod the sea.
Around its base—on which the sea was
breaking with a noise loss booming and
moro musical than when it dashes on
the solid shore—was a broad band of
rozen spray, which, glittering in the
■MûraMooked like the silver setting
IT hire.
nd on the side
black spot. Jt nvus at this the captain
had been peering through his glass
when he said: "It is a man."
Every glass in tho ship was in requi
sition, and every eye strained toward
point. The excitement became al
most frantic, when one of tho watchers
suddenly exclaimed that ho saw the
man move his head.
We approached—so near that the pla
teau abovo and its dread object were at
last hidden irom view by the brink of
the precipice itself, which seemed about
to roll over and crush us. Wo sailed
along the side, frequently lying to, to
explore each nook and corner,
passed. The further encl of tho island,
when wo rounded it, presented quite a
new feature; the base was sapped away
and undermined, for about half a mile,
by a succession of loxv, cavernous hol
lows, extending inward further than xve
could see, xvhilo tho sea rushing in and
out tumultuously, made tho pent up
air within howl and whistle like a hur
ricane. Altering our course again, wo
steered almost duo xvest under the south
ern side, and where its vast shadoxv
spread out far ancl xvido over the ocoan.
It noxv looked even grander, more fear
inspiring, than before, with the
beaming over its rugged crest, or shin
ing through the thinner parts, and
slioxving tho prismatic colors of tho
rainbow. The form of the ice island was
that of an irregulur triangle, and in
about five hours we had sailed complete
ly round it. But there xvas
point at which any boat ever built could
have landed, even if it had been a dead
calm and the sea as still as a mill-pond,
much less in such a heavy surf as was
then faoming and creaming all around
it. No sign of living thing was seen,
excepting one great sleepy seal, that had
crept into a hole just abovo watermark,
and lay there as if he were in eoinfort
uble quarters. No sign of boat, or spar,
or xvreck. It was a pictune of utter des
We hove to again at tho nearest point
from which the man on tho iceberg
could be seen. He lay on his back,
xvith one arm folded, in an unusual man
ner, under his head, the xvhole attitude
being one of easy repose ; indeed, had it
not been for the marbly look of his face
and hands, we could have fanciod he
xvas sleeping soundly. He was clothed
one of the best clnss of seamen, in
rough pilot clot!', xvith large horn but
tons , he had no hat, and by his side lay
a small boat-hook, to xvhieli xvas tied a
strip of red woolen stuff, apparently a
piece of the same xvhich he vvore around
his neck. This, no doubt, tho poor fel
loxv had intended on tho heights as a
thin, clear attiras
signal. In such
phero, xvith tho aid of a powerful tele
scopo, ex*en his features might be plain
ly traced, and his iron-gray huir was
seen moving in tho wind.
The second mnto stoutly declared that
he recognized tho man—he xvas quite
sure of it—an old chum and shipmate of
his, xvith xvhom ho had sailed man} r n
long voynge, and some parts of xvhose
xx-ild, x'aried history he told us the next
evening. What seemed to convince him
more than anything xvas, tho peculiar
way in xvhich tho de ul man's arm xvas
stowed away undei his head—his old
shipmate always si pt so, even in his
Numerous and strange wero the con
jectures and remarks made by officers
and men. "Who, and what was he?
How long had he been there ? How did
lie get there? The general conclusion
was, that he was ono of thecrew of some
vessel wrecked upon the iceburg itself,
of which no vestige remained.
" Yes, like enough," snid ono of the
sailors ; she run into the ice in the dark,
and went down like a stone, same as we
may have done any time these last six
''Perhaps ho was aloft when she
struck, and got latched up Whore he is
"As like to be pitched into tho moon,"
joined another contemptuously. "Why
that ero precipice is three times as high
as the tallest mast over rigged."
"Perhaps, fiotty' suggested a third,
"its some awful cruel skipper, who's
been a hazing and ill-treating his crow
till they couldn't bear it any longe?, ttficl
was drovo to mutiny, and fitit him
ashore there all alono to die by himself,
that they should not have his blood
upon their hands; or, may be, he was a
" Ah, Bill," growled out a previous
speakor, "you've alwas a good word to
say for every ono, you have."
It was a very old man who spoke next,
one who was looked up to as a great au
thority in all such matters, although
he was usually remarkably taciturn,
and would nover enter into an argument,
lie quietly deposited his quid in his hat,
and, as this was always done preparato
ry to his making a speech, his shipmates
waited in silence for him to begin.
" That there ico island," ho said, at
Inst, " was not launched yesterday, nor
yet last year, nor the year beforo, por
liaps; and, by the loooks of him, lie's
been for a pretty long cruiso, in warm
latitude—last summer, may be — and
then come back home for the winter.—
Now it's just thero, I expect, thut a
great piece has broken off and drifted
away ; and, I calculate, 'twas lower and
more sliclvingofi—not so steep and rock
like as it is now. 'Tsvas there that poor
cast ashore from ship or boat.
01 $' trying to make his way up to
take a look arouml and
belay down and
Lflvo. again ;
only NX'he re he
have been covered with miow then, or
he eouldn't have kept his looting."
Having said this much he replaced
the quid in his mouth ancl said no more.
There was no earthly use of waiting
longer, and yet the Captain seemed loth
to give the order to fill and bear away.
" If tho poor fellow had a sparkle of
life in him he would have moved before
this, for it's six or seven hours since nvc
first saw him. But if ho did move, it
xvould only be to slide down over the
precipice, for no living thing could keep
a footing on such a slope as that. Ami
ii there are any more of them nvc should
have seen them beforo this time, al
though we could never get them off, if
xvo did."
Then pausing suddenly in his walk
on tho quarter-deck, he gave an order
to get a gun ready forward, and present
came to tho ansv. or ;
" All ready with a gun, sir."
noxv you sco, must
Fire !"
In a fexv seconds the echo of llio loud
tho Icy xvall; for
report resounded fr
another instant all xvas still, and then
came a noiso like the rattling of loud
thunder, proceeding from tho center of
the berg.
The danger of our proximity to this
vast object now became moro and more
apparent, and all sail xvas made to get
good offing. But xve had barely pro-1
quarter of a milo xvhen the j
same noiso xvas heard again, only loud
er, more prolonged, and accompanied
by a rending, crushing sound, the in
tensity and nature of xvhich is perfectly
indiseribnblo, Tho vast island was
the middle, doxvn tho course
parting i
of the sen, upheax'ing xvhat had boon its
base, in xvhieli xvere imbodded hugo
masses of rock, covered with long sea
Tho other part still remained
erect, but xvas sxvnying to and fro, ns if
it almost must capsize. The convul
sion caused less foam and turmoil than
might havo been supposed, Lut raised a
xvttive of such tiemendous magnitude
that, when it reached our ship, she
seemed about to bo overxvholmed by a
rolling mouutain of xvutor higher than
our mastheads. Tho good ship rose
upon its crest, and, beforo again sinking
into tho hollow, xve saw the man upon
the iceberg, still iu tlio sumo position,
glido swiftly doxvn the slippery incline,
shoot over the edge of the precipice, nnd
plungo into the raging surf.
A sensation of inexpressible relief was
experienced by all. It had seemed so
dreadful to sail axvay nnd leave him
there, unburied and alone ; noxx*, nt any
rute, xve had seen tho last of him.
In order to amuso the children on a
Sabbath, a lady xvas engaged in reading
from tho Biblo tho story of David and
Goliah, and coming to that passage in
xvhieli Goliah so boastingly and defiant
ly dared tho young stripling, a little
chop, almost in his first trowsers sakli
"Sister, skip that,skip that, lie's bloxv
ing ! I xvant to knoxf xvhich licked !"
An Alabama editor, in puffing a gro
eery kept by a xvornan says; " Her to
matoes aro as red as her cheeks ; her in
digo as bluo us her oxvn eyes; and her
pepper us hot as her temper."
Written for the "GüC'ton Herald.'
To " Ylula.'»
llow oft, In my fancy tbxftffirm liavè I seen,
• the truest
When dreaming of n©f*
of true.
F ond m emory still linger; where tliou hast
And recalls that pleasHk, that
vcct In
Though the emblems of egret have hung
o'er my brow,
While lonely and cher i; ess my moment/?
I've passed ; .
Yet may I not hope that ihe first plighted
We ne'er will forget—n i x,v be kept to tho
lust !
And should'st thon in siu-.ncss bq destined
to weep,
O'er the wreck of thy Ik xes now so cheer
ing and gay,
Bo assured there Is one wlVm thy image will
keep, i
Inscribed on his memo ®
until both shall
There is a sweet express! .n in thy youthful
placid face,
Gentle "
away, w
Which bids my spirit in * is yearnings trace
It from car till [ness and ilils vile orb ofelay/
I do not worship lovellh« butolwnys look,
Where God has stainpe« -aiis image liar,
(On woman's face)
And thine Is
•speaking book,
iUaut of him, 1 de
'So calm and pure one cannot, fall t.n sec,
When bowing dow
Such purity of soul portreyed In thee,
That other faces by thy . LUe grow dim.
W. J. B.
o thy likeness of
Millington, June 18, 'GO
An Expensive Barrel.
RED," said M
. Maguffin, "hOW
long do you intend to let that
old barrel stand in
way there ?"
"Me let it stand—did leave it there?"
" Well, it stood aroun l tho front yard»
and I was so tired of sfe&og it that I got
Bridget to carry it Into the wood house,
and she going in there I# night with a
bucket of soap, fell ovt hwrv&i, and '
made a pretty mess of b
barrel J - — 1 -
said Magiiffiti, "to stand VrprnïaîïïHnNTCTP
up the grape vine. I xvaftn't quite done
with it yet."
" Well, it's too late now, Mac, to at
tend to tho vines, and a-r"
"No, it ain't, Sue; I'll do it immedi
let the barrel re
ately alter dinner,
main until I como home."
So the barrel xvas left to stand four
daj's more in front of the wash-house
door, in everybody's way, and especial
ly so in Bridget Mahoney's who had
thrown a double somersault, soap
and bucket included, oyer the thing of
hoops and staves and she didn't like it.
"Begor," said Bridget, "an'—nn' I'd
like to bo enttin' j*ees up xvid de axe—
there yecs go!—torn mo frock by the
dirtily nail in yees. Take that, ye dir
tily spu'.p, ye !"
Bridget in her xvrath up foot^and giv
ing the barrel a kick, it flexv around as
sensible as a thing of life; xvhile Bridget
Mahoney, losing her equilibrium by hor
muscular action against the-barrel—
doxvn she came, all in ft bunch upon tho
her cousin—and who ever
lout her
bricks; just
knexvayoung female Celt xv
cousin?—the soap-fat collector, entered
the back gate.
that had given Bridget tho former tear
j in.her garment; seized upon her skirts
again; a9 she xvhirled into tho xvashery,
and tore a rent from baso to waist. This
Bridget got
awkward, and xvas abqnt to run into the
xvnsh-rooni; whon,
vengeful feelings, the same nail head
ll I
spite or rc
xvas beyond endurution, the blood of th 0
Mahoneys xvas up, and Bridget, in spito
of tho presence of her cousin, gave the
poor barrel such a -«flocession of ncutc
blows and knocks, fist and U. VUnit the
object of her xvrath performed series of
gyrations and flip-flaps, as a whale tun \
might bo supposed to perform in tho J
"Bridget!" calls Mrs. Maguffin, ns
slio viexvs the entertainment Jioiu the
dining-room xvindoxv. " Bridget, what
doing xvith tlio barrel?"
" I'll—I'll—take that,
that, ye dirtliy devil!" cried th y , highly
excited and almost breathless kitchen
*e x
' a—an' a—
maid, continuing to jtalopade the fatod
barrol all uround the yai*d.
" Whirra, whirra, nowj MÎ^S'Ialion
oy, me darlint!" exeftrbns the •ousin.—
" What tho deuoe aro yoes at? Be done
xvid yecs kickin' tho barrel! Doesn't
yees see tho mistress and mesilf ?"
"Och !" cries Bridget, all of a sudden
real i zi n g t h o ï i d icnJ ous posit u) |> sh e
cupied. " Och in/RTi l r
culinary department in excessix-e haste, !
, by George," says Maguffin,
jumping up from his easy chair, and
dashing his cigar into-the gra ti^ noxv
Sue, I'll go nnd fix up the grape vino.—
Bridget, where is the barrel?"
t,le !
"Ha, ha !" ejnculatos Mrs. Mac/ "Fred
you should have seen Bridget in a battlo j
royal, this morning, with thut barrel.—
She has either broken the barrel or her j
feet into flinders/"
"Sho must havo been xvell put to
work, faith," says Muc. "Bridget,".ho
continued; descending to the front yard,
** bring out that barrel ; come, bo spry."
"Include, sir," says Bridget, "an'—
an'—bad 'cess to't—it's rny very fat I've
kilt xx id it ; ef yo plaze, I'd rather not
touch it."
"Well, never mind, go bring it out,
and get me the hammer and some nails
in the wood-houso."
Away goes Bridget; muttering all
maimer of Milesian anathemas against
the fated barrel, and which, alter a while,
she brings forth with the hammer and
"There, sir, bad luck to 'em ! there's
tho divil s own it is," and down she
dumps the barrel, over it goes, annihila
ting two llower-pots, and exterminating
a bulb brought from Mexico by tho
militai y brother of Maguffin, and valued
beyond jewels by Mrs. M.
"O, the devil!" cries Mac. "What in
the blazes are you at, you infernal bog
trotter ! Don't you see ?"
" Whirra, whirra !" groans Bridget,
"now-look now, what aro yees at?—
stand up, stand up!" but tho barrel
wouldn't stand.
" O-o-o !" re
Sec what you've done now—upset ano
ther pot, and broke that whole vino off
at tho root ! Clear yourself, or I'll brain
:y ou !
Jet it alono*—
Maguffin in his wrath levelled the
hammer at Bridge]; who took to her heels
just as Mrs* Mac. made her appearance,
and began a wail over her murdered
flowers. It
too bud, and worse to
contemplate, so Mac gave Mrs. Mac the
hammer and nails, while he seized the
mischief-making barrel,
and plahting the headless end down in
to tho grass-plot beficath the arbor, be
gan to ascend.
"Fred, Fred!" cries Mrs. Mae, "don't,
don't! tho nasty barrel will fall over.'»
" Hold your tongue, and tho barrel, I
say—I'll risk it."
But, alas for his confidence! no sooner
had he placed one foot furiously upon
the head, and was about to throw up tho
other, than in went tho treacherous plat
form, down went the right foot ancl lefe,
over went the barrel, and Mrs, Mac,
With a scream, also !
Foor Maguffin was slightly killed—
his leg laceratod, and his pants torn, bj r
tho aid of two treacherous nails; while
Mi*8.• Mac was more or less stunned and
Wounded into insensibility. Bridget
rati to the rescue, Mrs. Mac screamed»
ved tuid swore equal to tho grand
L...I B Ul iibhiwi lull" ii'lim»' ' ii "
house; Mac, seemin^V inspired by the |
state of h!s cassimeros and bull, jumps 1
no, seizes the barrel, and giving it one
surging loss over tho fence, he hurled
the infatuated thing of hoops and staves
i:.to the street. It rolled and ricocheted,
to the terror of a pair of horses attached
to a farmer's wagon, they possibly be
lieving that the inauguration day of all
creation had arrived, broke loose and
dashed down the street, running over
the same old barrel, by means of which
the wagon was overturned, the varied
contents of the wagon—sundry jugs,
bundles, parcels, eggs and n little boy—
wero spilt all over the street and side
walk within forty rods' compass ! The
barrel Went whirling down the first
open cellar-way, which happened to be
tho atalier of a tin-smith ; he was en
gaged with soldering-iron and molten
pewter ovor a charcoal furnace, and the
noise and confusion of a dingy, 1 timber
some body, like that of tho infernal bar
rel coming at him not only alarmed the
tinner, but striking tho work-beitch and
upsetting the fire and molten pewter,
scalded tho poor artisan and his appren
tice, and sot the shop on fire.
"O, lor, gorry!" roars tho boss as lie
" Scalded to death !"
jumps around.
"Fire!" bawls Ihe apprentice, travel
ing suddenly up the stairs to the street.
"Fire! Muidor! 1 Water!!!"
" Fire—fire!" roars the bos3, pitching
up stairs, followed by a cloud of smoke,
m grfiGy apron burnt to a cinder !
"Run (loxv
cries the man xvho k«*pt
eery" up stairs.
And doxvn in the cellar rushes tho gro
rci . in the tlar i c nn( j smoko; ho steps
upon lho barrel, and over he goes,
\ ureecllill g horribly for help. Down
J n|S b ^ NYO burley firemen ; one seizes tho
burning barrel, and tho other the score-h
and pltt out tho fire !"
"txvo hoss gro
" Put it out !"
ed grocor.
Tho barrel xve
street, liko a hot shot, knocking doxvn
some txvo or three ol tho mob congrega
ted on tlio sidexvalk, and spreading an
alarm that tho cellar had exploded and
kegs of powder were flying upxvards.
"Fire! lire!! fire 11! ' arose tho yell
The engines came, tho bells
hurled up into the
and cry.
rang, the mob thickened, and never xvas
there a more miscellaneous roar of busy
voices and rushing of hither and thith
er, than on this special occasion.
Tho horses had ran about a mile,
knocking doxvn people and doing con
( 8iderublo chunago to themselves. The
! contents of tho xvag
xvero about dono
By dint of very efficient service on tho
part of tho firemen, the coller xvns filled
xvith water, and the conflagration sus
An old, sharp-sighted, vinogurish, fo
male neighbor of unfortunate Maguffin«
j saw him thro
lormcd on Mac, and ho xvas prosecuted/
j it cost him nearly a thousand dollars, iu
tho barrol. Sho in
I time und money, and he heartily ab
1 horred the sight of an empty barrel
from that day to this,
Titf. friends and foos of God share
alike Ilis bountiful blossings horc on
earth, but tho time will come xvhen they
shall bo separated, one to enjoy eternal
1 blias, the other eternal—woe.
rWritton for the " Clayton Herald."]
IIEY have striven for fame and
honor; they have toiled and suf
fered, but to very littlo purpose. Tliej*
tried to mount, but some
held them back. ".It is no use, you
efforts aro ineffectu
seized and
not do it, y
ai; y
"But I have a little talent, and I will
improve that" has been tho answer.
"Its no use you will never succeed,
"no, nover," try something else."—
"Why give up so soon ? you cannot
tell what I am capable of doing in such
a short time; and, oh. I'm so happy
when engagod in braid labor."
"At present, its all nonsense, you are
in love or hnvo turned fool, I don t
know which."
do not possess the talent."
"Don't speak in that way to mo, I
made up my mind only a short timo
ago to gain my object or die ii
tempt, and will you seek to turn mo
from it ?"
" Yes, James, its no use, cerno with
me and be the jol'y boy you used to be.
This sitting up night after night pour
ing over musty old books, and writing
until tho day dawns, will ruin you.-
Your productions aro not appreciated
and you'll bo a great deal happier with
your old friends. We miss you so
much in our clubs, and are longing for
one of your old Stories. No person can
tell stories like James Peerfort amL j
must prove it this very nigy
am on ray way to our clifl
mnst join me." He drowsf
man's arm within his own ai
aging him by unkind and unjust rc
rks, sought to lead him astray.
" No, Fred, I cannot go. I shall not
go. Nothing shall deter mo in my re
solved purpose. .Youcan wound mo by
unkind remarks, and say my produc
tions aro unworthy notice, find if you
have spoken truly, I'll strive till I mako
them worthy. My heart is in my work,
and living my thoughts arc bused upon
its fulfillment, If 1 die my work «hall
be partially performed, for my future
revelations lie in my mind and God
y hall judge them."
tho at
nil ! y
ie young
'■" l yutiTll never saucuod;
m# rk me, never! no, never,
One young man went to tho gaming
bible, llie other to his homo to
"ith muses. James Peerfort struggled
'or fame and honor, ennobled himself
and others. Fred I lay ton sought to en
joy himself in xvandoring from ono sa
loon to another and risking his all at the
gaming table. A friendly hand clasped
his and a familiar x'oico xv bis pored;
" You can never be happy xvhilo thus
engaged/ Noxv mark me "never, no,
never/" "No, never"—lioxv many have
given up; hoxv many have xvliispcred
farewell to their holiest object in life
after hearing thoso xvords. Fexv have
the courago to uriso abovo them. Fexv
the strength to press onxvard though
foes assail. To somo it seems as a spur
and the flashing eye and thoughtful
broxv indicates, "I will succeed in spite
of their prophesies."
Young child you can never learn to
x\*alk, don't try. Young man, y<
nevef become distinguished, don't exert
yourself. The raco belongs not to tho
swift, but the strong; and ho who list
ens to "no, never," must have no hopes
of succeeding. Speak it man, in envy<
Speak it woman without nn object?
take away nmbition, but leflvo us heurts
in sympathy with toiling ones.
Saturday Night.
What blessed thing«? Saturday nights
are, and xvhut xtould the people of this
world do xvithout them ? Those breath
moments in the march of life; those lit
tle twilights in tho broad and garish
glare of noon, xvhen pale yesterday look
ed beautiful through the shadows, and
laces, changed long ago, smile sxv'cotly—
again in the hush, xvhen ono remembers
"tho old folks nt homo," iv<l the old
arm chair, and tho littlo brother that
died, and the little sister that was
Saturday nights make people humane!
set their hearts to boating softly, as they
used to do before the xvorld turned them
Into xvax drums, and jarred them to
pieces xvitli tattoos.
The ledger closes xvith a clash ; the
iron-cloored vault conics to xvith a bang;
up go tho shutters xvitli a xvill ; click
goes the key in tho lock. It is Saturday
night, and business breathes free again.
Ilomexvanl, ho ! The d *or that has boon
ajar all tho xvcok gently closes behind
him—tho xvorld is shut out! Shut in,
rather. Here are tho treasures after all,
and not iu the x'nult, not in the book —
save the old family Bible—and notin the
The dim and dusty shops are sxvcpt
up, tho hammer is throxvn doxvn, tho
apron is doffed, and labor hastens with a
light step homeward bound.
"Platnrday night," faintly murmurs
tho languishing, ns she turns wearily
upon her couch ; "and there is another
to come
"Saturday night at last!" whispers
the weeper hIjovo tho dying; "and it is
Sunday to-morroxv and to-morroxv."—
Industry and persover.
groat essentials, and me applicable to J
everj r honest man.
eo aro txvo
They Won't Trouble You Lone.
Children grow up—nothing on earth
fast as children. It Was but
pi ay lug
yosterduy, und that lad was
with tops, a buoyant boy. He is
and gone now. There is no more child-«
hood for hi of or for us. Life has claim
cd him. When a beginning is made it
is like ravelling a stocking, stitch by
stitch gives way Jill all is gone. The
house lias not>fcliild~ Yn it—there is
moro noise in the hall—boys rushing
pell mell ; it is very orderly now. There
dro no more skates, sleds, balls or sta-kfrjfl*"" 1
left scattered about. Thing! are iieat
enough now. There is no delay for
sleepy folks? there is no longer any
task, before you lie down, of looking
after anybody and tucking up tho bed
elolhes. There aro no disputes to set
tle, nobody to get off to school, no com
plaint, no Importunities for impossible!
things, no ups to mend, no fingers to
lie up, no faces to ho washed, or collars
to be arranged. Thero was never such
peace in the house! It would sound
like music to have some feet to clatter
down tho front stairs ! Oh for some
children's noise! What used to ail us
that we were hushing their loud laugh,
checking their noisy frolic, and roprov
ing their slumming and banging the
doors ?
We wish our neighbors would only
lend us
urchin or two to make a lit
tie noise in llu-so promises. A homo
without children ! It is like a lantern
and no candle ;
garden and no flow
ers; a brook and no water gurgling and
( i8hing through its .channel.
/ ° »fe want to bo tried, to bo vexed, to
be rim over ; to hear children at work
with all its varieties. During tho secu
lar days this is enough marked. But It
is the Sabbath that puts our homos to
the proof. That is the Christian family
dux*. The intervals of public worship
spaces of peace. Tho family seems
made up that clay. Tho children are at
home, and you can lay your hands upon
their lioads. They scorn to recognize
tho greater and lesser love—to God and
to friends. Tho house is peaceful, but
nut stil:. Thero is a low and melodious
thrill of children in it. But tho Sabbath
conies too still now. There is arilence
room at the
hearth. Th-* bedaffoms arb s t ,wc»rld too
orderly. There »«too much leist
too little care. Alas! what mean the»
things ?
Aro those signs and tokens?
waning?— II. J V. Beecher.
Is somebody growing old ?
Is life
r riie Value of Brains.
Working as an ordinary hand in n
Vhiludolphiii shipyard, until within a
fexv years, Was a man named John L.
Knoxvlton. His peculiarity xvas that,
xvhile others of his class xvero at the ale
houses, or indulging in jollification,
ho xvas incessantly engaged in studying
upon mechanical combinations. Ono
of his companions secured a poodlo clog
and spent six months in teaching the
quadruped to execute a jig upon his
hind legs. Knoxvlton spent the same
period in discovering somo method by
Which he could saw out ship limber in a
beveled form.
The first man taught his dog to dance
—Knoxvlton, in the same time, discov"
ered a mechanical combination that en
abled him to do in txvo hours the work
that would occupy a dozen men, by *1«
and laborious process, an entire day.—
That sa xv is noxv in use in all the ship
yards in the country. It cuts a beam to
a curved shape as quickly as an ordin
ary sawmill saw rips up a straight
Knoxvlton continued liis experiments.
lie took no part in parados or target
shootings, and in
xv nuis he secured n
short time after
patent for a machine
that turns any material xvhatexrer into a
perfectly spherical form,
portion of his patent for a sum that is
equivalent to
used cleaning off cannon-balls for
lle sold
fortuno. The rnachi
tho gox'crnmcnt.
When tho ball comes from tho mould
the surfuco is in crus tod, nnd the ordi
nary process of smoothing it was slow
and xvearisome. The machine, almost
instant, and xvith mathematical
accuracy, peels it to the surface of the
metal, at the same time smoothing out
any deviations from the perfect spher
iodal form«
Tho same unassuming man has in
vented a boring machine, that xvas tested
in the presence of a minibor of scientific*
gent lemon. It bored at the rate of
txventy-txvo Inches nn hour, through n
block of granite, xvith a pressure of but
three hundred pounds upon the drill/
A gentlemen present ollercd him ten
thousand dollars upon tho spot, for n
part interost in the invention, % in Europo,
and the ofl'er xviis then accepted.
The moral of all this is that people
who keep on studying are sure to
achieve something. Mr« Knoxvlton
doesn't consider himself by any means
brilliant, but if once inspired xvith an
idou, he pursues it until he forced it into
tangible shape. If every laxly xvould
follow copy, tho xvorld xvould bj less
filled xv th idlers, and tho streets xvith
grumblers and imscoutonts.— S*:i€ntißc
Tell me, llattie, xvliy that, suclnoxs,
toll me why that look o: care ; why hm
flmvn that look of gliu!nos9, that thy fae 0
xvas xvont to wear; 'tis useless, Charley,
to dissemble, xvell my face may xxvar a
n ; I have lost my largest bair-piu
and my chignon s coiuiog-duxvn.
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