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WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THE
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BY N P. WILLIS.
Why don’t you take the papers ?
They’re the life of iny delight,
Except about. election time,
And then I read for spite.
Subscribe ! you enn not lose a cent;
Why should you be afraid ?
For cash thus paid is money lent
At interest four fold paid.
Go, then, and take the papers,
And pay to-day, nor pay delay,
And my word for it is inferred,
Yoy’ll live until you’re gray.
An old neighbor of mine,
While dying of a cough,
Desired to hear the latest news
While he was going off.
I took the papers and I r ad
Os some new pills in force;
He bought a box —and is he dead?
No ; hearty as a horst!
I knew two men, as much alike
As e’er you saw two stumps,
And no phrenologist could find
A difference in their bumps.
One takes the paper, and his life
Is happier than a king's;
His chikben all can read and write,
And talk of men and things.
The other took no piper, and.
While strolling thro’ the wood,
A tree fell down and broke his crown
And killed him—‘very good.”
Had he been reading of the news,
At home, like neighbor Jun,
I’ll bet a cent that accident
Would not have happened him.
Why don’t yon take the paprs?
Nor from the printer sneak,
Because you borrow’from his boys
A paper every week.
For he who takes the p iper,
Ami pays his bill when due,
Can live in peace with God and man,
And with the printer too.
I » »- I
The Dream of Angels.
Little Katy Bnarks wore a smile to-day
upon her pale fnee, as she shipped along
the street, on an errand for her poor, hard
working mother. Smiles were not often
seen on Katy’s face—she seldom ran and
frolicked like other little girls of her age,
tor she was very poor and had to work ;
not child-work either, but such as children
would never do unless a hard fate forced
them. Whether it was that her little
strength was drained, or whether she was
naturally weak, it is certain that she was a
little sufferer in holy as well as in hcait.
It would have •lone your soul good to
see how happy Katy looked that morning.
Why was it ? A real joy was in store for
tier. There was to lie a picnic for the Sab
bath-school children. She was one of
them, ami had a right to go, though she
was a very irregular attendant. This was
the reason: she had very few clothes that
were decent to appear in, at such a place
as the church, and even when she made
her best appearance, she often observed the
more favored children eyeing her with
silent, curious glances. Kity knew why
they looked at her so, and it was hard to
bear, so sometimes she stayed away, be
cause it was hard.
Still she had not been forgotten on this
(xransion. The superintendent had sent a
special word to her mother. What a host
of unusual and beautiful visions came to
her, in prospect of that long day which
was to l>e passed beneath the shade of
spreading oaks, in company with kind chil
dren and teachers! None bat genial anti
cipations filled her heart as she tripped
along singing snatches of a Sabbath-school
song. How lost she was in the oblivion of
happy thought, that she could have dared
to brush against the rich garments of a
young gill, walking the same sidewalk!
She encountered a scornful glance, upon
looking up in blushing surprise at her own
temerity.
“Yes!” exclaimed the girl to a young
companion with whom she was walking;
“of couise I will attend your picnic! I
would enjoy n promenade there, with this
member of your school here at my side, in
her charming dress!”
The glance was bent full upon the faded.
' torn calico dress, and dark ill-shapen sun
bonnet. which unfortunate little Katy wore.
Truly she did present a forlorn contrast to
i t’ne stylish young miss who was regarding
her so scornfully. Katy took it a’l in, in a
moment —the mournful truth! Her lines
' bad not fallen in the same “pleasant places”
| through which the feet of these fair and
! blooming girls were led ; perhaps God loved
i them best. Such was her mental cry as
I she turned meekly away, while all the
' happy light faded out from her face. The
1 happy vision of the picnic was gone—she
no longer wished to go. it such was to be
I her portion among the happier children.
The young girl who had not yet spoken
I now turned to the scornful speaker and ex
| claimed: “For shame, A mam la Grey!
| How could you speak so unkindly to that
’ poor little thing F’
“Unkindly, iwneodf’ retorted Amanda,
j “Do you think uttdersL-mds decent lan
guagc? Ctrtaiuly she does not know what
CANTON, CHEROKEE COUNTY, GA, WEDNESDAY AUGUST 11, 1875.
decent behavior is. Only see how she
soiled my skirt wi'.h her dirty feet! But,”
she added, with a haughty bow, “since you
seem to admire her, I will leave you to en
joy it.” So saying she passed on, whilst
Lula Miltori, without deigning a reply to
her silly words, hurried after the retreating
form of Katy. She reached her at length,
and found that beneath the little bowed
sun-bonnet a weeping face was hidden.
“Only see!” exclaimed Lula, “what that
cruel girl has done! Don’t mind her unla
dylike conduct, Katy—she has nothing to
do with our picnic; she is only envious of
our pleasure. We all want you to go and
be just as happy as possible. Dry up your
tears—please do-!”
Lula had taken Katy’s poor hand in hers,
for she eonld plead more affectionately that
way, and she noticed how hot it felt.
“Are yon sick, Katy ?” she asked.
“I was sick,” sobbed Katy, “but I forgot
all about it. when I got to thinking about
the picnic.”
“Well! go to thinking about it again,
and get well; for you must be sure to go,
and we will all be happy together. We
are not going to have any black sheep
along.”
“But,” sighed Katy, “I will be ashamed
to go in such poor clothes, for our children
at Sabbath school often look at meso hard,
it makes me hate to go.”
‘ Don’t let that trouble you; for you are
to have a niciKwhite drees, and hat, and a
pair of new shoes, all ready for you. Only
think of it, and your little heart
easy," cried Lula.” \
Katy's large eyes weri\fixed in wonder
and incredulity upon Lula’s'face.
“Oh ! you dear little surprised one,” ex
claimed Lula, laughing, and shaking her
enjoy yotq; sur
prise a little longer, for I’ve been
to tell you just yet. You must treasure uji
all sorts of joys for your share of the picnic
—the dress will be ready for yon.”
Katy’s tear? were dried, and whilst a
bright light came into her eyes, and a flush
upon her cheek, she exclaimed: ‘‘Yon are
sure it is a white dress?”
“Sure,” echoed Lula, still smiling.
“I never wore a white dress in all my
life,” sard Katy, solemnly; “I will feel like
an ftngel—for that is the way I always
think of them.”
There was something startling in the ex
pression of Katy’s wild-looking eyes, so
that Lula caught her hand again and cried:
“You must have fever, little one. Go
home now, and tell mother to nurse you
up and get you quite well, before the great
day. 1 know more than one who will be
sorry not to see you there.”
“Oh,” cried Katy, with a burst of feel
ing, “if they were all like you”—with that
she could say no more, and she ran off
towards her homo.
Lula walked onward in another direction
with a brisk step, for she had a charge to
execute. She had some money in her
purse which was to be laid out for Katy.
The day before, their superintendent had
called her aside, and laid the money in her
hand, saying; “Lula, I give you this to
lay out in procuring some new clothes for
Katy Brooks. She will not enjoy going
with others, who are so much better dress
ed. I leave it to your warm heart to make
her happy.”
“And to your thoughtful kindness she
will owe it all,” exclaimed Lula, with tears
in her eyes.
Neither of them said any more, but the
noble purpose, and »he warm heart, and
ready hand which carried it out, all bore
fruit, which they may reap, only on the
eternal shores!
Lula bad promised, and she did not fail.
Ready fingers assisted her in making the
soft white muslin, and in trimming the
white hat with its pure white ribbons/
Lula had made it, truly, all in the livery
w b ich is accorded to the angels, because
she said it was Katy’s fancy.
Shecanied the clothes herself to Katy,
early on the morning of the picnic. It
was charming to her to see the innocent
delight of the child. She brushed out the
long hair of Katy, and wound it in natu
ral curls over her fingers, and it was won
derful what a change it made—that graceful
surrounding to the pale little face! Lula’s
fingers touched the hot flesh around the
child’s neck and face, and it made her
think of sickness and caused a momentary
shadow over her beautiful face.
“Are you stiH sick, Katy she asked, in
a tender voice
“I feel sick ’most always,” she answered,
■ “but I don’t mind it to-day. lam going to
be right happy, if only to pleaae you.”
’ “It does please me to see you happy,"
. cried Lula, “but 1 wish I could make you
. well, too.’’
The child hesitated a moment, and then
said, in a low voice, and with a timid
! glance into Lula’s fa<T!: “I did beg God,
I last nigut, when I said my prayers, to ’
, make me well, just for to day, aud when I
' went to sleep, I dreamt that an angel, all ,
dressed in the very clothes you promised
me, came and stood by my bed, and told
me that God had heard my prayers, and
’ that he was going to cure me—that I never
I would be sick any more. I was so happy '
Virtue and Intelligence—The Safeguards of Liberty
after the dream, and lam now. Do you
think I did wrong ?”
‘ Why, no, indeed, little one!" Lula’s
voice was cheery, but she felt that mo
mentary shadow growing darker. What
had such a child to do with dreams of
angels ?
The l.i?t curl w is arranged, so she seize 1
her little charge by the han I, and they both
hurried to the church where the children
were fist assembling. How lovely Lula
jfeced,’a«/untniiidtWW self, she holdfast
the hand of Kity, and secured for her one
of the best seats in one of the wagons.
No one was ashamed to sit beside the little
pauper then I
Ho! for the woodlands! What a merry,
joyful party they were, filling the wagons
and buggies and carriages to overt! >wing !
They were off at last, whirling along in
the bright morning air. Truly all were
happy.
Little Katy was transformed. Few rec
ognized in her the K ity of former d <ys;
yet all were attracted by her radiant ap
Ah ! Katy’s vision, which unfolded to
her then the beauties of air, of sky. and of
earth, and the keen sensibilities which led
her to the rare enjoyment of this festive
scene, were all roused from long slumber
ing, into an intensified existenc-j for the
hour. She moved as if in a rarified ele
ment. She had ne er so sung before, never
so listened to the songs of happy children ;
she would never again, until she heard the
song ot angel choirs.
A color, deeper than the rose, beautified
her pale cheek, a bright hue dyed her
lips, and a glow like the setting glory of
the sunlight, male her eyes b "autifil to
behold
Lula often watched her with delight.
‘How happy she is!” was her thought;
f “it has made lieF*TrTTl5 r '^' ? ” 0”?®
Lula stood near the superintendent, as he
was gazing with quiet but pleased enjoy
ment upon the scene, and whispered to
him: “Look! how gratefully lit’le Katy
is regarding, you. I hive just told her to
whom she o\ves all this—l could wait no
longer.” „ \
There she was, looking timidly towards
him, with gratitude beaming on her sac
and she looked at Lula too. lie nodded
pleasantly towanis her. There was a chord
drawing the three together, in silent but
deep feeling.
To the rest, it wAs one of those days ever
to be recorded among the green oases of
memory. To Katy what was it ? The
one joyful day—it was the Alpha and the
Omega.
At last toe long happy day drew near to
its close. The children began to disperse
—to bid farewell to the grove. Katy rode
home with the rest. They thought she
was only tire.i of her glad d ly’s frolicking,
when she sank down on the floor of the
wagon and rested her head upon one of
the seats. So they did not disturb her dur
ing that hotnevard joyous i\ide. Even the
sweet voices of the children, joined in
chorus as they sing and 'ro le, had no
power to rouse her then. Snc lay so still
that Lula found her out, an\l found, too,
when she tried to lift her out before her
own door, that she was burning with fe
ver and wandering with delirium. Her
young life was burning out.\ She had
<>|>encd her eyes to happiness, arid the Fa
ther, who loved her, never closed them
again. He took her to the green fields that
are always green, and by the eves flowing
streams where a never-ending joy would
fill her spirit.
They laid her in bed, and Lula did not
leave her. The kind superintendent came
too, and listened to her voice, which, in its
childlike wanderings, was like “sweet bells
jangled out of tune.” She wandered in
stiTl, under the trees, and heard
the song of birds all night long.
So her young spirit was oorne out of the
han! life into the’lieautiful one beyond the
shores of death; it was borne away in
blootn ami beauty, because kind friends
had not forgotten her in the festive hour.
They had made one cloudless day tor her
on earth. It closed, and another dawned
for her in heaven. In the morning she lay
still in her pure white dress, which she bad
said reminded her of the angels—and she
was one of them !
Lula, weeping Lula, kissed the cold but
smiling liiw, and remembered Katy’s
j dream. Truly the Great Physician had
i beard the prayer, and answered it. Katy
would never suffer agaiu 1
Love Your Mother.—Little ones, do
you love your mother? You will never
meet an eye as tender, a hand as gentle, or
a heart as kind as hers. No love will ever
be so strong as that which she bears you.
It was she who nourished you in your in
fancy, and soothed, with pleasure, your
feverish cries, when all other ears had
grown weary of them. She would cool the
heavy brow, change the heated pillow, and
! answer your countless calls till the stars
paled in the heavens, and yet no repining
words escaped her lips.
It was your mother who watched over
you in childhood, taught your Juping
tongue its first words, and your tottering
I feet to bear 'your unsteady weight. She I
was happy if your childish heart was full of
joy; or if your brow was clouded, with
loving words and gentle manner, she was
ever ready to disp'-rse it. In youth, she
guided the feet which are so prone to err,
into the patl>» of pt ace and wisdom.
Then we must love her who h .s so mttch
loved us.
When you go forth into the world, if you
are in prosperity, many hearts will be
. thrown at your fleet; bpt sq soon as fortune
'■ frowns, these friends will desert you for one
more favored by fortune. ’Tis then a
. mother’s love will shine the brighter; and
' in the depths of her devotion, will make
you forget that the world iscold and cheer
, less; that friends are false; aud that life is
i full of disappointment.
Thea kt your mother see that you think
of her; perform those little nameless at
tentions which can only an wer the demand
of a loving heart.
Opposite Examples.
I ask the young man who is forming his
habits of life, or just beginning to indulge
' those habitual trains of thought out of
which habits grow, to look around him
and mark the examples whose fortune he
would covet or whose fate he would abhor.
Even as we walk the streets, we can meet
! with examples of both extremes. Here
behold a patriarch, whose stock of vigor
three score years and ten seem hardly to
' have impaired. His erect form, his firm
! step, his elastic limbs, and undimmed
senses, are so many certificates of good
conduct; or, rather so many jewels and
orders of nobility with which nature has
honored him, for his fidelity to her laws
' His fair complexion shows that his blood
has never been corrupted; his pure breath,
■ that be has never yielded his digestive ap
» paratus to abuse; his exact language and
- -kv®D apprehension, that his brain has never
! been ciragged-O?. stupefied by the poisons
of distiller or tobaccbiHSt- Enjoying his
’ appetite to the highest, he has
the power of enjoying it. As he drains the
cup of life, there are no lees at the bottom.
' His will reach the gaol of existence
together .• Painlessly as ..a caudle burns
’ down m its socket, so will he expire ; and
a little imagination would convert him
into another Enoch, translated from earth
1 to heaven without death.
But look at an opposite extreme, where
an opposite history is recorded. What
wreck so shocking to behold as the wreck
of a dissolute man I The vigor of life ex
-1 hausted, and yet the first steps in an hon
orable career not taken. In himself a lazar
house of disease; dead, but, by a heathen
ish custom of society, not buried. Rogues
have had the initial bitter of their title put
into the palms of their hands ; for murder,
Cain was only branded on the forehead ;
but over the whole person of the de
\ bauchce or the inebriate the signatures of
infamy are written.
How nature brands him with stigma and
opprobrium I How she hangs labels all
over him, to testify her disgust at his exist
ence, and to admonish others to beware of
his example! How she loosens all his
joints, sends tremors along his muscles,
and bends forward his frame, as if to bring
him upon all-fours with kindred brutes or
degrade him to a reptile’s crawling I How
she disfigures his countenance, as if intent
upon obliterating all traces ot his own im
age, so that she may swear she never made
him! How she pours rheum over his eyes,
sends foul spirits to inhabit his breath, and
shrieks, from every part of his body, “Be
hold a beast f ’
Such a man may be seen in the si recta of
our cities every day; if rich enough, he
may be found in the saloons, and at the
tables of the “upper tenbut surely, to
every man of purity, and to every man
whose wisdom as well as whose heart is
unblemished, the wretch who comes
cropped and bleeding from the pillory, and
redolent with its appropriate perfumes,
would be a guest or companion far less
offensive.
N ow, let the young man, rejoicing in his
manly proportions and bis comeliness, look
on that picture, and then on this; and then
say after the likeness of which model he
intends bis own erect stature and sublime
countenance shall be configured.
Poetry.—Poetry is the interpreter of the
soul, and translates all thought into one
language. While we eat the fruits of au
tumn, it reminds us of the blossoms of
the spring; and while we inhale the odor
ous breath of May, it foretells the forests of
December. It makes the marble of the
sculptor live, the canvas of the painter
speak, and the anvil of the artisan nng a
chime. It is the handmaid of religion; the
rose in the wreath of the bride, and the
chaplet ot the dead; the mirth and the
music of the marriage, and the awe and
the silence of the burial. It is the voice of
peace, the song of love, and the sigh of sor
row. It sparkles in the smile of hope, and
glitters in the tear of regret It is seen in
the downcast eyes of modesty, and in the
ingenuous expression of manhood. It is
heard in the song of a robin, seen la the
shape of a dove, or felt in the down of a
swan. It is the truly beautiful, and the
I beautiful truth.
A’OLUME 1.-NUMBER 2.
ALL FOR FUN.
Voices of the night—Cats: r
Hard drinking—Chewing ice: ~
A child's kingdom—Lapland.
Staving business—Making barrels.
An executive office —The fiangmhtt’k.
Common pleas—Please shut the door.
Noose paper—A marriage certificate.
How can a pugilist stand up and set-to’.-
The scale of good breeding—B nafural’.-
How to keep a hotel—Never part witlii
ft. [
When is a door not a door? When it's
a-jar.
When is a bed not a bed ? When, it’s a,
little buggy.
Sure to produce short crops—The bar
ber’s shears.
Carpets are bought by the yard and worn
by the foot.
When is a dog’s tail not a tail? When
it’s a-waggin’.
The home stretch—The stretch across
the maternal knee.
Order is heaven’s first law,, and it has>
never been repealed.
Beware of tlie man with half-shut eyes.
He’s not dreaming.
Nothing makes a person laugh so much
as a set of new teeth.
Speaking of the round world, much can
be said on both sides.
Walsting sweetness —Putting your arm
about a pretty woman.
To make a tall man short—Try to bor;
row five dollars of him.
A musician and a sailor should always
know how to sound the C.
An old bachelor’s definition of perpretna!
motion—A lady’s tongue.
Sunday is the strongest day in the week.
The rest are all week days.
As you can not avoid yonr own compa
ny, make it as good as possible.
Why Is a bald head like heaven ? Be
cause there’s no parting there. (
Why is a compositor like a cripple ? Be
cause he can’t get on without a stick.
“That’s the end of my tail.” as the tad
pole said as he turned into a frog.
f '•What word is always pronounced wrong,
- Leyen by the best scholars ? Wrong.
like a penknife? Be
cause the blades.
When I tell him he hates/flattery,'hfL.
says he does, being then most flattered.
“This is the rock of ages," said the father,
rocking two hours and the baby still awake.
When is a scolding woinm most offen
sive? When she is deaf as a post, and
rails.
“Bob, how is your sweetheart get ting on?”
“Pretty well, I guess. She said I needn’t
call any more.”
Who was the strongest man ? Jonah ;
because the whale couldn’t hold him after
he got him down.
Why Is a young lawyer like a national
bank note? Because ho ie a legal tender
and somewhat green.
Speaking of becoming attire, what thing
is most likely to become a woman ? Why,
a little girl, of course.
A young man who keeps a collection of
locks of hair of his lady friends, calls them
his hair-breadth escapes.
One who thinks he knows all abnnt
farming says that the best way to raise
strawberries is with a sjKion.
“I would quite as lief have a good kiss
as n new cashmere,” wrote a young miss,
while in the ecstacy of first love.
Schoolmaster : “ What is nothing ?”
Boy: “It’s when a man asks you to hold
his horse and just says ‘Thank you.’ ”
When we see a man begging his tobacco,
we feel like reminding him of the old ad
age, that “beggars must not be chewsers.”
A woman in Scranton, Pennsylvania,
put her tongue to a flat-iron to see if it waa
hot That household is remarkably quiet
these days.
In a letter to a friend, a young lady states
that she is not engaged; but that she sees a
cloud above the horizon about as large as a
man’s hand.
A young lady, being asked by an enthu
siastic politician what party she was in
favor of, replied that she preferred a wed
ding party.
“It’s a shame, husband, that I have to sit
here mending your old clotlies I” “Don’t
say a word about it, wife. The least said
the soonest mended.”
“You need a little sun and air,” said a
physician to r maiden patient seeking his
advice. “If I do,” was the curt reply, “I’ll
have to wait till I get a busband."
A down-east boy, sixteen years of age,
left his home eight years ago with the lofti
est aspirations. He said he would make
people open their mouths. He is now a
dentist.
Parton is ungracious enough to remark
that many American ladies, were they sen
tenced to be hanged to-morrow, would ask,
as their first question; “Have I a hanging
dress ?”
“If a man bequeathed you a hundred
pounds, would you pray for him ?” said a
Bnnday-achool teacher to a pupil. “No,”
said he, “I would pray for another like
him.”
Just think, if you swear off using tobac
co and buying clothes after the first of
January, you can save $5 per week at
least, and $5 per week for one thousand
years is $260,0001
When a young farmer’s wife made her
first boy’s pants precisely the same before
and behind, the father exclaimed: “Good
ness! he wont know whether he’s going to
school or coining home.”
A little boy carrying some eggs home
from the grocery, dropped them. “Did
Sou break any ?” asked his mother, when
e told her of it. “No,", said the little fel
low, “but the shells came off some of em."
A little girl was told to spell “ferment,”
and give its meaning in a sentence chosen.
The following was literally her answer:
“Ferment, a verb, signifying to work. I
love to ferment in the garden.”