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Vol. IX.—No. 42 FROWN DOWN THE TATTLER. Oh. could there iu this world be found, Some little spot of happy ground. Where village pleasures might go round, Without the village tattling— How doubly blest that place would be. Where all might dwell in liberty free from the bitter misery Of gossips’ endless prattling. If such a spot were really known. Dame Peace might claim it as her own, .And in it she might fix her throne Forever and forever. There, like a queen she’d reign and live, While everyone would soon forgive The little slights they might receive. And be offended never. ’Tis mischief-makers that remove Far from our hearts the warmth of love, And lead us all to disapprove What gives another pleasure. They seem to take our part, but when 'They’ve heard our cares, unkindly then They soon retail them all again, Mixed with their poisonous measure. And then they've such a cunning way Of telling ill-meant tales, they say: “Don’t mention what I've said. I pray, I would not tell another.” Straight to your neighbor’s house they go, Narrating everything they know, And break the peace of high and low, Wife, husband, friend and brother. Oh, that the mischief-making crew Were all reduced to one or two. And they were painted red or blue, That everyone might know them. Then would our villagers forget To rage and quarrel, to fume and fret, Or fall into an angry pet With things so much above them. For ’tis a sad, degrading part, To make another’s bosom smart And plant a dagger in the heart We ought to love and cherish. Then let us evermore be found In quietness with all those around. While friendship, joy and peace abound And angry feelings perish. LOAFING. The first duty of each able-bodied and mentally sound person is to take care of himself. He is bound to be self-supporting. lie should do this cheerfully, patiently, constantly. Be fore all else he should take and carry to the end of his life the burden of earning his own living—giving to this precedence over every other use of money and effort, over every form of benevolence, over contributions even for the support of the church. You will hear a man say, “The world owes me a living.” Robust men, who are supposed to have right use of all their faculties are often heard to utter this shameless falsehood. How did they ever bring the world so much into their debt? What equivalent of the living which they claim have they ever put into the world's hands ? The world owes a living to its unfortunates, to such as are physically or mentally in capable of providing for their own needs; this the world owes these as a debt of charity; but to no other man or woman does the world owe a living. The most the world owes to the capa ble is a chance. A chance, he may fairly claim as his natural right, and having his chance, he has a right to food, raiment and shelter only as in gome honest and useful way he earns these things. There was never a more just enact ment than that which St. Paul ex pressed in these words: “If a man will not work, neither shall he eat.” There is no way in the world for a man to have a roof over his head, clothes on his back, and food in his stomach, but by work —his own work or the work of another. A professional loafer is an immoral and. dishonest fellow. His living is a fraud perpetrated upon honest toilers. A good many who will not work manage to live, and some such continue to fare sumptuously every day. There are rich loafers and poor loafers, as the Mother Goose rhyme has it: “The beggars are coming to town. Some in rags, and some in bags, and some in velvet gowns.'’ “I suspect that the beggars who wear rags are not much worse men than those who wear velvet. The rough and tough young man who spends his days in some low drinking-place and his nights at cocking-mains, dog-fights, and pugilistic exhibitions, is not more offensive from a moral and religious standpoint than another whose bank account is large and who gives atten tion to little besides yacht-racing, fox hunting, golf, and other gentlemen’s sports. It will not be claimed that the dirty fellow, reeking with the fumes of cheap tobacco and bad whiskey on Craw ford street bridge, is a much greater nuisance than the son of a rich family exquisitely dressed and perfumed, who stands about the stage entrance to some theatre waiting for his favorite actress, and who spends his money in a genteel way upon nameless vices. One of these is rich because his father worked, and idle because he hates work; the other is poor because he is idle, and idle because he hates work; and each because he is idle is a useless burden wickedly imposed upon honest industry.—J. 11. Nutting in Howard Times. THE POWER OF THE PEN. llow many are there who ever stop to think what power the little pen may have in shaping their future lives ? It may cause some to do good, and others to do harm. A rich man may become poor through its influence, while a poor man may become rich. It causes poverty and disgrace to some, while to others it brings happiness. It robs banks, defrauds the public, and may cause the downfall of nations. It may send an innocent man to prison, and set the guilty free; cause war or peace; can separate families or reunite them; in short, is the cause of trouble and sorrow, and also the instrument to restore happiness. How many are there today who, if they had used this mighty weapon for some good purpose, would not be languishing behind prison bars now, but would be enjoying all the pleas ures of life among friends and loved ones at home. Therefore, instead of putting the pen to evil purposes, let us try to put it to some good purpose that will not only benefit ourselves, but the world at large. G. W. W. —Chicago Record A woman was lately detected by custom-house officials in trying to smuggle lace between the leaves of her Bible. She seemed to act on the presumption that her piety would carry her through. But, strangely enough, the custom-house officer was kindled by her devout spirit, and wished to read the Bible also. We are not told whether he turned to the story of Zac oheus or the story of Matthew, who was sitting at the receipt of custom; but he found the lace somewhere be tween Genesis and Revelation. This is by no means the first time that things have been put into the Bible that did not belong there, with the view of smuggling them into Chris tianity. Thus the doctrine of the his toric episcopate, to which we have just alluded, and the doctrine of close com munion, are not found in the Bible. They have been read into it. It is so like wise with the doctrine of infant bap tism and the doctrine of the trinity. They are interpolations quite as much as the lace which the pious worn- THE BIBLE AND SMUGGLING “IT IS \EVER TOO LATE TO MEAD.” STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, MAY 21, 1890. an hid between the lids of her Bible. To be sure, when they have once been put in, they may be found there; but they do not belong to the book itself. They are not a part of its tissue; they are contradictory to its spirit; and it has cost the Church altogether too much to read them in and then to read them out again.—Christian Reg ister. RETROSPECTION. Looking back on events of the past is laden with reminiscences of various kinds, the recalling of which causes both pain and pleasure. Time and hu man existence have been eventful to a greater or lesser degree in obedience to the law of nature which demands ei ther progression or retrogression, as has been evidenced in the ever varying conditions of mankind and the ages past. Every human life has had its pleas ant and unpleasant experiences, com monly termed its ups and downs, and upon the former the mind of man has been prone to dwell, excluding to a great extent the latter, else how can the repetition of those things that caused annoyance and turned apparent success into defeat be accounted for? Retrospection demonstrates forcibly that a spirit of optimism is essential to a pleasant sojourn here below, and that those lacking in this spirit have been justly rated as the weak-minded element of the human family cannot be denied. It recalls the often repeated assertions that disappointment in life has been the common heritage of man kind, and that of the many individuals who have existed not one has been per fect; that to man’s inhumanity to man can be ascribed many of the failures of life. Cultivation of the power of retrospection is not, as many suppose, a waste of time; on the contrary, it is good employment for the mind, for it develops the memory and stores it with knowledge of events past of a general and personal nature which, aided by the sure advance of enlight enment, equips one to grapple with the perplexing problems of life. M. A. C. It is. time enough to bid trouble “good morning.” when it walks in the door. There is no condition of affairs but it might be worse. Who can be seriously oppressed when there is an open door somewhere, where a smiling wife and rosy-cheeked children wait to greet the weary breadwinner? If your load is heavy, is there not some poor fellow near by who has a heavier bur den? If the clouds are black above you, a kind action to a neighbor will often make them fioat away from the face of the blessed sun. The world is given to grumbling. Envy and discontent are guests unbid den to many a man, who is in sorrow because of their presence. And often he never thinks of the only sure remedy for the cure of his sorrows. Drive them out and the day of trouble will pass. Help the thing that you can help, and put aside foolish grief for things that you cannot help. Look at the bright side of life. Keep your heart open for the joys and close and seal it to dismal woes. Think it over calmly and you will discover that there is more sun shine than cloud, more light than dark ness in the world. Keep trouble away and listen for the strains of happiness and content that are on every breeze. Don’t encourage trouble. Don’t meet it half way. Dor i grieve today for what you are afraid may come tomor row. Don’t wear yourself out with useless sorrow, 'f it is dark, stand, bravely, facing the east, that you may see the first glorious streak of the dawn. Keep a place ready for the children of laughter, but have no room for the troublesome daughters of de spair. If you will consider, you will see TROUBLE that it is the petty things of life that worry and annoy, but out of these petty troubles great griefs are born. Sweep away the little things; be great enough to despise the uncomfortable tritles and give the cold shoulder to trouble.—Fargo (X. I).) Argus. FAULTFINDERS. What an unhappy class of people! Even the name denotes that fact, but with all the unhappiness they cause others from being perpetually finding fault, they do more harm to them selves. Yet some of these gentlemen! ?) take keen delight in making trouble for other people, even though they hurt themselves by so doing. The pleasure of seeing others unhappy seems to alleviate their own suffering. They put me in mind of a story I once heard of a gentleman who, while trav eling in the south, saw a small colored boy hitting his linger with a hammer and drawing his face into all manner of contortions. The gentleman went up to him and said, “What are you hitting yourself for, my boy?’’ The boy turned to him and said: “Because it feels so good when I stop." That little colored boy was a fair specimen of the faultfinder; hurting himself to obtain a pleasure that was utterly incongruous. How promising are the lives of such people! Look ing forward to what? To the ever continuing petty trouble. And he will not see that he is the one who is mak ing all the trouble, but keeps right on in his stubborn, bull-headed manner. Nothing is exempt from his criticism; nobody is sacred in his eyes, except himself. There are faultfinders in every walk of life and all trades and professions. I will endeavor to illustrate my ideas by using a subject for each one as it presents itself before my mind. We will take a man who is nailing a cover on a case or something of that sort; he does not attend strictly to his work, but begins to look about him, and suddenly we hear him utter words that would ill become the columns of any newspaper. They are not endearing epithets to the poor finger he has hurt, or to the hammer, either. But they are words of faultfinding. The hammer head is too crooked! The handle is too short! And what kind of a nail is this ? Or the wood is not suited for making cases! He will find fault with every conceivable object except the right one, and that is himself. Now what sense is there in this ? It shows that the person is of a selfish disposi tion. Then again, it shows a mean, contemptible inclination to quarrel and grumble at everything that comes in his way, making it unpleasant for all around him. Another kind of faultfinder is he who grumbles at the good fortune of others. They are envious of anyone who is happy. They are covetous when they find others are possessed of some thing they have not. Among this class is the imaginary invalid. For exam ple, we will take a person of this kind who has a slight illness; he seems to be in misery all the time; for on ac count of his obnoxious habit of fault finding no one wishes to attend him in his illness. Nothing suits him, although as I said before, in most cases, his sick ness is only imaginary. He is thrown into a perfect frenzy if anyone ap proaches him without putting on a funereal face, and if the person does do this, why, he will still grumble and say, “I know I am going to die, but you don’t need to tell me so by putting on such a long face.” There is another specimen of this selfish class who does not like to see anyone get along smoothly in the world. In a place of this character there is always someone who is con tinually finding fault with others, little thinking that if they were to observe TpDivio. ( SI.OO per vear. in advance ■ turns. | Six Months 50cents. closely they would find the same, if not greater defects, in themselves than the persons they are finding fault with. They often try to put a stumbling block in the way of another person. They endeavor to pull them down to their own level. Such people are not the ones who command the respect of their fellow men, but rather their con tempt and aversion. They are not fit for any respectable society, and so long as they persist in this contemptible practice, they will not maintain the love and respect of those with whom they associate. They must be ignor ant, or else they have very little self knowledge. Some of them, at least, have a fair amount of learning, but their system of ethics is plainly de fective. What a pleasant life such a person must lead! What pleasant thoughts must combine with it to make It so. He is always in hot water. Shall we belong to this clique of faultfinders and chronic grumblers, who begrudge others any good fortune and complain because they are not as fortunate, and who even find fault with other people's moods? Bah! Such individuals are not worthy of note except as we would notice a dog with a broken leg. They are to be pitied in a certain sense. It seems to me that no sound person would be capable of this malicious habit. Of course we may have reason at times to find fault; there may be cases, and I may not say exceptional ones, for very frequently we have good rea son to blame, and at such times it may be our duty to do this for the delin quent's own benefit. But there is no excuse whatever for a person to be continually finding fault with things that do not in the least concern him. As you value your ow r n manly principle ‘’drop it” and “drop it now," not only for your own benefit, but for the benefit of those with whom you come in contact. There are so many different classes of faultfinders that it would be diffi cult for me to try to depict them all. But the chief one to which I refer in this essay is that class who are always trying to find flaws and blemishes in the character and actions of others. They are found almost everywhere. They evince great pleasure in trying to cause the unfortunate victim all the misery and humiliation they possi bly can. What good critics some of them would make if their criticisms were directed against some object which needs it more than they do themselves! They look for the peccadilloes in oth er people's character and actions, and criticise harshly that very fault w r hich they themselves possess to a far greater extent. They see the “mote” in others’ eyes but not the “beam” in their own. Now, there is nothing that will possi bly save us more trouble than self communion; look within before we find fault with anyone’s character or actions or work, and w r e will possibly find that we are living in a glass house, and that it is very dangerous for us to throw stones at anyone, for in the end we may be made to see that the fault is far worse within ourselves. There is no profit to be gained in the barren soil of faultfinding and unjust criticism, but there is a more happy and enjoyable existence to be gained in the climate of self-communion and generosity towards the faults of others. There are many people in this world who will find, if they try the shoe on, that it is a perfect fit, and I sincerely hope that w r hen they get it on, they will keep it on. Always wear shoes that fit, and this one is guaranteed to fit the majority.—No. 1428 in Reforma tory Record. Nothing, indeed, but the possession of some divine power can with any cer tainty discover what at the bottom is the true character of any man.—Burke.