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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN,
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VOL. 18.
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Charles F. Crisp,
•ittornet/ ai JLa/u%
AMERICUS, GA.
declfitf
B. P. HOLLIS .
•fit tor new at Law*
AMERICUS, GA.
Office, Forsyth Street, in National Bank
building. dec2otf
E~ G SIMMONS,
•tttorneij at Law*
AMERICUS GA„
Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of
Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort &
Simmons. janGtf
J. A. ANSLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY,
Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’
Clothing Store, Americus, Ga.
After a brief respite 1 return again to the
practice of law. As in the past it will he
my earnest purpose to represent my clients
faithfully and look to their interests. The
commercial practice will receive close atten
tion and remittances promptly made- The
Equity practice, and cases involving titles of
land and real estate are my favorites. Will
practice in the Courts of Soutliwest Georgia,
the Supreme Court and the United States
Courts. Thankful to my friends for their
patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf
C A I ?ID
I offer my professional services again to the
good people of Americus. After thirty years’
of medical service, I have found It difficult
to withdraw entirely. Office next door to
Hr. Eldridge’s drug store, on the Square
janl7tf Pv. C. BLACK, M. D.
Dr J. F. Stapleton
Offers liis professional services to the people
of Americus and surrounding country. He
will practice medicine, surgery, obstetrics,
and all other matters pertaining to his pro
fession. A successful experience in tiie past
will guarantee to him success. Calls left at
the residence of Mrs. Mary Jossey will re
ceive prompt attention. janl9-3m
DrT D. P. HOLLOWAY,
DentisT,
Americas. - - - Georgia
Treatssuccessfully all diseases of the Den
tal organs. Fills teeth by the improved
method, and inserts artificial teeth on the
best material known to the profession.
over Davenport and Son’s
Drug Store. marllt
Livery and Sale Sties!
Besides Horses, we have the WEBSTER
WAGON, LANDIS BUGGIES, J. T.
BARNES’ ROAD CARTS, KENTUCKY
MULES, here and en route. To epitomize,
Horses, Mules. Wagons, Buggies, Carts,
and Harness to suit ail tastes and jndge
meuts. Fine styles, substantial goods at ex
ceed ingly LOVV FIGURES. The times con
sidered in all our dealings. Call and see us.
N. G. & J. K. PRINCE,
Cotton Ave. and West End Jefferson St,
jan3tf Americus, Ga.
MEAT MARKET
AND
Provision Store
W. H & T. M. COBB
Having purchased from HABE & COBB,
the Meat Market and Provision Store, on
COTTON AVENUE,
Keep on hand the VERY BEST CUTS of
BEEF, PORK. KID
AND SAUSAGE
AND ALSO A FULL LINE OF
GREEN GROCERIES!
ProviNionH, Etc.,
embracing all kinds of Vegetables and
Fruits in their season, Canned Goods, etc.
It is their aim to keep a first-class establish
ment, and give their custorirers good goods
at the lowest prices.
Highest price paid for CATTLE, HOGS,
and all kinds of COUNTRY PRODUCE.
Americus, Ga., Dec. 16,1882. tf
FOR SALE.
AN EXTENSION TOP, FOUR PASS
ENGER CARRIAGE, for sale at a bargain
Applv to T. S. GREENE,
sept3Stf Opposite Prince Bro.’*Btables.
This is meant for you, call and settle
your account, at
Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store.
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Rev. Chas. F. Deems, D.D., Church of the
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DAVENPORT’S
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per bushel. JOHN R. KING,
lani2-w4t Americus, Ga.
INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS.
AMERICUS, GEORGIA; WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 24, 1883.
VOVYB.'Y.
DIIKE .11 or UK t HAPPY.
Children, make your*motlier happy
Make her sing instead of sigh,
For the mournful hour of parting
May he very, very nigh.
Children, make your mother happy;
Many griefs she has to bear;
And she wearies ’neatli herburdens,
Can you not these burdens share?
Children, make your mother happy
Prompt obedience clieers the heart;
While a willful disobedience
Pierces like a poisoned dart.
Children, make your motherhappy;
On her brow the lines of care
Deepen daily; don’t you see them?
While your own are smooth and fair.
Children, make your mother happy;
For, beneato toe eoimi-lid,
All too soon her face, so saiut-like,
Shall torever be hid.
S CY.YrLVftY.OYS.
SODOMO ROCK.
A LEGEND OF THE OSAGE.
On the banks of this beautiful stream,
near Jefferson City, Mo., there rises to
the height of near about 200 feet a per
pendicular limestone bluff, on the top
of which (embracing nearly an acre of
land) are the evident remains of an old
fortification. Lines of rocks ranged
with evident skill show that it was
once used as a fortress of defense, and,
at the only place of possible assault,
the approaches were heavily strength
ened and rendered impregnable against
any mode of attack then known. The
path leading to it was
“So straight, so high, so steep,
With peasant staff one valiant hand might
Well the dizzy pass have manned
’Gainst hundreds armed with spear and
brand,
And plunged them in the deep.”
This place, sometimes called “Sodo
mo Rock” (a corruption of “Le bant
de Mort,” the leap of death,) is made
memorable by the following legend:
In the early part of the last century,
the French court recognized as one of
its brightest spirits, Henri Monier, a
youth of noble birth, large fortune, and
raro accomplishments of mind and per
son. Tired of luxurious ease, he had
obtained the reluctant consent of the
Regent to accompany an expedition
under the direction of John Law to the
Mississippi river, to work the mines of
Missouri and to gather wealth for the
bankrupt kingdom. The dull and plod
ding life of a miner did not suit the ard
ent and restless spirit that followed
colonial venture, and leading a band of
twenty young comrades, Gapt. Monier
left Mine la Motto and plunged into
the wilderness. His object was to find
the river, that flowing from the south
west, rippled over beds of gold, was
frequented by buffalo, and inhabited
by the beaver, whose fur was then as
valuable as gold. To trade with the
natives, who were represented as peace
ful, our adventurers took with them
trinkets and beads, and mirrors, and
bright-hued cloths that have ever been
the first articles of savage commerce.
Of course the church, more anxious
about the souls of the heathen and the
spread of the gospel, had its representa
tive, and the spiritual care of the ex
pedition tested on Father Hyppolite.
The traders found no trouble in
reaching the Osages, nor in gathering
the furs expected. They found nogold
or silver, however, hut lead and iron
in abundance, which their successors
have converted into a wealth exhaust
less in supply and far more beneficial
in its product. The Indians were sim
ple and confiding. Father Hyppolite
was in ecstacies. The natives listened
to the gospel with respect that seemed
to the holy Father to be genuine devo
tion. The adventurers had gathered
their load of furs, had built their boats
and were preparing to cut loose and
float down the stream, which they
learned would carry them down to the
great river, and to the headquarters of
the Mississippi Company.
In his visit to the towns of the Osa
ges, Henri had made for himself hosts
of friends among the savages. His
manly form, his skill with firearms,
his generosity, his courage, tested in
many a combat with the wild beasts of
the forest, had won their admiration,
and he was regarded more as a god
than He whom the holy father had held
np for their worship. Among those
who looked upon the young noble with
a feeling amounting to idolatry was
Moteda, the young daughter of Miska,
the chief of the tribe. From a constant
association in trade and in danger the
warrior had learned to love the young
soldier as his son. The young people
were in frequent companionship, and
Henri had undertaken to teach her to
speak French, which easy language
she had learned rapidly under his
promptings and those of love, the most
marvelous of all teachers. No wonder
then that the Indian maiden shared in
her father’s love for the stranger.
The day was set for the departure of
the traders. Henri had taken his mus
ket and gono to the woods perhaps to
take his last shot. As he returned to
the post a faint cry fell upon his ear,
and turning he saw the Indian maiden
in fierce encounter with a wildcat,
whose kittens she had just killed with
an arrow. It might have fared badly
with Motena but for the timely bullet
of the Frenchman’s musket. After she
had thanked the young soldier for his
timely aid, Henri held out his hand
and said: “Good-by, Motena; at day
light I shall be on my way to my own
people. What shall Ido for you when
1 get home?”
She looked at him steadily for an
instant, and bnrsted into tears, she
threw herself at his feet.
“O, Henri,” she exclaimed, take me
with you. I cannot live without you.
Don’t leave me here, I shall die if you
do.” And her tears flowed afresh.
“Wliy, Motena,” he replied, as he
raised her from the ground, “it impossi
ble—”
“Oh no! no! no!” she interrupted.
“Don’t say so. It is not impossible.
Take me, Henri, and I will be your
wife, your servant, your nurse, vonr
slave, anything to go with you. I’ll
join your faith—oh don’t say no. I
will never go back to my people again.
Oh don’t day no.”
Her tears continued to flow.
All the chivalry of the young noble’s
heart was stirred. He knew that she
would never return to the usages of
her tribe, and that a frightful fate
awaited her there. She had trusted to
his honor and his love, and then a
vague glory of adding a convert to the
faith came up before him. All these
things inflamed into love the kindly
affection that he had felt for his now
friendless pupil.
“Come then, Motena,” he said gen
tly, and he led the enraptured girl to
the stockade.
That night the chief came for his
daughter and went away without her.
Her Indian lover came to persuade her
to return, but in vain. Consultations
were held leading to determination on
one side and revenge on the other.
Henri’s comrades, anticipating mis
chief, had conncelled surrender, but
now aroused by love and religious de
votion, he utterly refused. In the
morning the traders, from their stock
ade, beheld their boats in flames, and
saw the two guards murdered by a
host of savages. All hopes of escape
were now over and the garrison pre
pared for defense. They were soon
driven by burning arrows from the
stockade, and taking with them what
provisions they had and all their arms,
they sought refuge upon the rock that
overlooked the river and the woods be
low them. . Assault after assault was
made upon their new abode, but every
day saw anew line of defenses made,
which the savages were unable either
to prevent or to storm. At last the
Indians terrified at the losses they had
sustained, determined to destroy the
garrison by famine. Keeping out of
range of the firearms, the Osages cut
off all supplies, and though, as hunger
gradually pressed, a few volunteers
would now and then leave the defenses
for food, they had never returned. Ne
gotiations were then tried in vain. The
sight of a white flag was always rec
ognized by wild yells and flights of
arrows.
At last Motena arid Henri offered to
surrender to save the residue, but as
they left the lines they were met by a
shower of arrows and were with diffi
culty rescued from immediate death.
They had both been fatally wounded.
That night they vtere united in wed
lock by Father Hvppolite, and morn
ing dawned upon the sole survivers of
the fort—the dying lovers and the
kneeling priest.
“Henri,” murmured the dying bride,
“I can not die without making one
more effort for your life. Help me to
the edge of the rock, I will call upon
my father. Perhaps he will save ns
yet.”
The young noble drew his bride as
best he could, reached the edge of the
precipice safely, and succeeded in gain
ing an upright position for himself and
Motena.
“Father,” cried the Indian girl, as
she waved the white flag.
But the word trembled on her lip.
A hundred arrows pierced the young
lovers, and clasped in each others arms,
they fell from the precipice and per
ished in the waters below.
An hour afterwards the fort was en
tered, and Father Hyppolite captured,
clad in the lull robes of his order,
kneeling at the alter and praying for
the souls of his departed children. Af
ter a long debate, he was permitted to
return to his people, and from his reci
tal succeeding voyagers have to this
day called the rock “Le Sant de
Mort.”
She Knew Her Bights.
New York Sun.
On Monday afternoon, just as the
gas was being lighted, a young man
entered the forward ladies’ cabin of a
Fulton ferry boat. All the seats were
occupied except one, and he made his
way unsteadily toward it. He had evi
dently been making too many New
Year’s calls. As the boat started he
placed his had on the seat and went to
look at himself iu the mirror. In his
absence a colored woman entered and
took the vacant seat. The young man
saw her, and rushed to get ahead of her,
but was too late.
“That’s my seat,” he exclaimed.
“No, salt, dis yar’s de ladies’ cab
bing.”
“But I had the seat before, and you
are sitting on—”
“Xassar. Yo’ was heahbefo’, but I
is heah behind, an’ its none o’ yer biz
ness what I’s sottin’ on.”
“Dais no use verlosserpedin’ fer me.
I knows my rights accordin’ to der fo’-
teenth commandment. Niggah’s good
as white, an’ de manicipation procla
mation is a womancipation proclama
tion likewise. Go ’way, or I’ll call a
ossifer.”
He was compelled to wait until the
boat reached the slip before he could
obtain his tile, and when he recovered
it, it looked like a concertina in repose,
and he had to try it on his foot before
he could use it.
Your account is due and I need the
money, so call and settle, at
Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store.
THE CURFEW HEROINE.
It lacked quite half an hour of Cur
few toll. The old bell-ringer came
from under the wattled roof of his cot
tage stoop and stood with uncovered
head in the clear, sweet-scented air.
He had grown blind and deaf in the
serv'ce, hut his arm was as muscular
as ever, and he who listened this day
marked no faltering in the heavy me
talic throbs of the cathedral bell. Old
Jasper had lived through many changes.
He had tolled put his notes of mourn
lug tor good Queen Bess, and with team
scarcely dry he had rung the glad tid
ings of the coronation of James.
Charles I. had been crowned, reigned,
and expiated his weakness before all
England in Jasper’s time; and now he,
who under his army held all the com
monwealth in the hollow of his hand,
ruled as more than monarch, and still
the old man, with the habit of a long
life upon him, rang his matin in sor
row.
Jasper stood alone now, lifting his
dimmed eyes up to the softly dappled
sky.
The walls of his memory seemed so
written over—so crossed and recrossed
by the annals of the years that had
gone before—that there seemed little
room for anything in the present. Lit
tle recked he that Cromwell’s spears
men were camped on the moor beyond
the village; that, Cromwell himself rode
with his guardsmen a league away; he
only knew that the bell that had been
rung in the tower when William the
Conqueror made curfew a law had
been spared by Puritan and Roundhead,
and that his arm for sixty years had
never failed him at eventide.
He was moving with slow step to
wards the gate, when a woman came
hurriedly in from the street and stood
beside him; a lovely woman, but with
face so blanched that it seemed carved
in the whitest of marbles with all its
roundness and dimples. Her great sol
emn eyes were raised to the aged face
in pitiful appeal, and the lips were
formirg words that he could not under
stand.
“Bpeak up, lass; I am deaf and can
not hear your clatter.”
The voice raised, and the hands
clasped and unclasped, and rung them
selves together palm and palm.
“For Heaven’s sake, Jasper, do not
ring the curfew to-night.”
“What, not ring entfew! Ye must
be daft, lassie.”
“Jasper, for sweet Heaven’s sake,
for my sake, for one night in all your
long life, forget to ring the bell. Fail
this once, and my lover shall live,
whom Cromwell says shall die at cur
few toll. Do you hear? my lover Rich
ard Temple. See, Jasper, here is mon
ey to make your old age happy. I sold
my jewels that the Lady Maud gave
me. and the gold shall all be yours for
one curtew.”
“Would ye bribe me, Lilly de Yere?
Ye’re a changeling. Ye’ve na the
blood of the Plantagenets in yer veins
as ye’re mother had. What, corrupt
the bell-ringer under her Majesty, good
Queen Bess! Not for all the gold that
Lady Maud could bring me! What is
your lover to me? Babes have been
born and strong men have died before
now at the ringingof my bell. Awa!”
And out on the village green, with
the solemn shadows of the heavens
lengthening over it a strong man await
ed the curfew to toll for his death. He
stood, handsome and brave and tall—
taller by and inch than the tallest pike
matt who guarded him.
What had he done that he should
die? Little it mattered in those days,
when the sword that tho great Crom
well wielded was so prone to tall, wltai
he or others had done. He had been
scribe to the late Lord up at the castle,
and Lady Mand, forgetting that man
must woo and woman must wait, hail
given her heart to him without asking
while the gentle Lily De Vein, distant
kinswoman and poor companion to her,
had without seeking found the treas
ures of his true love, and held them
fast. Then he had joined the army.
But a scorned woman’s hatred hail
reached him even there. ’ Enemies ami
deep plots had compassed him about
and conquered him. To-uight he was
to die
The beautiful world laid as a vivid
picture before him. The dark green
wood above the rocky hill where Rob
in Hood and his merry men had dwelt,
the frowning castle* with it drawbtidge
and square towers; tho long stretch ul
moor with the purple shadows upon it;
the green, straight walks of the village;
the birds overhead, even the daisies at
his feet he saw. But, ah! mere vividly
than all, he saw the great red sun with
its hazy veil lingering above the trees,
as though it pitied him with more than
human pity.
He was a God-fearing and God-serv
ing man. He had long made his peace
with Heaven. Nothing stood between
him" and death—nothing rose pleading
between him and those who were to de
stroy him, but the sweet face of Lillie
De Vere, whom he loved. She had
knelt at Cromwell’s feet and pleaded
for his life. She had wearied Heaven
with her prayers, but all without avail.
Slowly now the great sun went down.
Slowly the last red rim was hid behind
the greenwood. Thirty seconds more
and his soul would be with his "God.
The color did not forsake his cheeks.
The dark rings of hair lay upon a warm
brow. It was his purpose to die as
martyrs and brave men die. What
was life that he should cling to it? He
almost felt the air pulsate with the first
heavy roll of the death knell. But no
sound came. Still facing the soldiers
waited. The crimson banners in the
west were paling to pink. The kine
had ceased their lowing and had been
gathered into the brick-yards.
All nature had sounded her curfew ;
hut old Jasper was silent.
The bell-ringer with his gray head
yet bared had traversed half the dis
tance that lay between his cottage and
the ivey-covered tower, when a form
went flitting past him, with pale, shad
owy robes flitting around it, and hsi
that the low western lights touched
and tinted as with a halo.
“Ah, Hulda. Hulda !” the old man
muttered ; “how swift 'she flies ! I
will come soon, dear. My work is al
most done.” Hulda was the good wife
that had gone from him in her early
womanhood and for whom he had
mourned all his long life. But the
fleeting torm was not Hulda’s, it was
Lillie de Vere, hurried by a sudden
and desperate purpose towards the ca
thedral.
“So help me God, curfew shall not
ring to-night! Cromwell and his dra
goons come this way. Once more I
wili kneel at his feet and plead.”
She entered the ruined arch. She
wrenched from its fastenings the carv
ed and worm-eaten door that barred
way to the tower. She ascended with
flying and frenzied feet the steps ; her
heart lifted up to God for Richard’s
delivery from peril. The bats flew out
and shook the dust of centuries from
the black carvings. As she went up
she caught glimpses of the interior of
the building, with its groined roof, its
chevrons and clustered columns. Up—
still up—beyond the rainbow tints
thrown by the stained glass across her
death-white brow ; up—still up—past
open arcade and arch, with griffin and
gargoyls starring at her from bracket
and coruical with all the hideouSness
of mediaeval carving—the stairs, flight
by flight, growing frailer beneath her
feet, now but a slender network be
tween her and the outer world, hut
still up.
Her breath was coming short and
gasping. Bhe saw through an open
space old Jasper cross the road at the
foot of the tower. Oh, how far ! The
seconds were treasurers which Crom
well, with all his blood-bought com
monwealth, could not purchase from
her. Up—ah! there, just above her,
with its great brazen mouth and wick
ed tongue, the bell hung.
A worm-eaten block for a step, and
one hand clasped itself above the clap
per, the other prepared, at the tremble,
to rise and clasp its mate, and the feet
to swing off, and thus she waited. Jas
per was old and slow, but he was sure,
and it came at last. A faint quiver,
and the young feet swung from their
rest and the tender hands clasped for
more than their precious life the writh
ing thing. There was a groauing and
creaking of the rnde pulleys above,
and then the strokes came heavy and
strong. Jasper’s hand had not forgot
its cunning, nor his arm its strength
The tender, soft form was swung and
dashed to and fro; but she clung to
and caressed the cold, cruel thing. Let
one stroke come, and a thousand might
follow, for its fatal work would be
done. She wreathed her white arms
about it, so that at every pull of the
great ropes it crushed into the flesh, it
tore her, and wounded and bruised ;
but there, in the solemn twilight, the
brave woman had swung and fought
with the curfew, and God gave her
victory.
The old bell-ringer said to himself:
“Aye, Hulda, my work is done. The
pulleys are getting too heavy lor my
old arms. My ears, too, have failed
me.
“I dinna hear one stroke of the cur
few. Dear old bell, it is my ears that
have gone false, and not you. Fare
well, old friend.”
And just beyond the worn pavement
a shadowy form again went flitting
past him. There were drops of blood
upon her white garments, and the face
was like the face of one who walked in
her sleep, and the hands hung woun
ded and powerless at her side.
Cromwell paused with his horsemen
under the dismantle 1 May-pole before
the village green. He saw the man
who was to die at sunset standing up
in the dusky air, tall as a king and
beautiful as Absalom. He gazed with
knitted brow and angry eye ; but his
lips did not give utterance to the quick
command that trembled on them, nu a
girl came flying toward him. Pikemen
and archer stepped aside to let her pass.
She threw herself upon the turf at his
horse’s feet; she lifted her bleeding
and tortured hands to his gaze, and
once more pouted out her prayers for
the life of her lover; with trembling
lips she told of how Richard still lived
—whjj the curfew had not sounded.
Lady Maud, looking out of her latticed
window at the castle, saw the great
protector dismount, lift the fainting
form in his arms, and bear her to her
lover. She saw the guards release the
prisoner, and she heard the shouts of
joy at his deliverance. Then she wel
comed the night that shut the scene
out from her envious eye and sepultur
ed her in his gloom.
At the next matin bell old Jasper
died and at curfew toll he was laid be
side the wife who had died in his youth,
but the memory of whom had been
with him always.
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NO. 35.
The Shining Light.
From the New York Observer.
The night was dark, and as the wind
whistled through the trees, it all seem
ed dreary to Ludwig, a wood-chopper’s
boy, lor not being able to find his path,
because even the stars were all hidden
behind the heavy clouds—he was lost.
How desolate he felt; he could only
grope his way, now getting his feet en
tangled in the underbrush, now stumb
ling over a hiden stone tired and hun
gry and sad. No wonder he was sad
vvueu be remembered how his motiier
was impatiently waiting for his return,
and no wonder that he was hungry
when he thought of the good bread and
cream chease that were to have made
his supper.
I wonder what you would have done
out in that black forest, all alone. Per
haps you know that his mother taught
him to carry all his cares and troubles
to God. He had not forgotten that,
and, kneeling down upon the dried
leaves, he told God all about it—how
lie had become lost, and how tired and
hungry he was. Besides he acknowl
edged his helplessness to get out of this
great trouble, and asked his heavenly,
l'ather to lead him home.
He arose from his knees, greatly com
forted, for he knew that he was safe.
God loves to help us when we throw
ourselves upon his mercy, and trust
ourselves to him; that is what the Bible
means when it teaches us to “ask in
faith, believirg.”
Ludwig not only asked God, but he
believed that help would come. When
he stood up to lo >k about him, the trees
were juntas high, the night as dark,
and the winds as lough, but he turned
to look first one way, then another, ex
pecting relief. You will uot doubt that
his heart throbbed with joy when at
last he saw the twinkle of a light, shin
ing out into the darkness. He knew'
what it was: it meant fur him. rest,
love, and home. Keeping his eyes fix
ed upon the light, he soon got back
again to the path from which he had
strayed, and ere long he stood before
the candle which his anxious tin.lifer
had placed in the window to guide him
to safety.
Do you love to carry yout inn hies
to God, and do you ask his helj. be
lieving that he can and will grant it?
Above all, do yon let your light, the
light of your example, shine out in the
midst of the sin and darkness of the
world, that a lost brother or friend nnv
be guided by it in his and
brought at last safe to the hea\eul
home?
The Great Mogul—Story of a Man
Who Could Not Be Blurted By
Three Kings.
London Society.
Tne following good story comes from
a quarter where we are assured “itscor
rectness can be vouched for.” Many
years ago, at the time of a great cere
mony, Windsor Castle was honored
with the presence of three sovereigns.
After breakfast the three potentates
walked and talked on the celebrated
“Slopes,” and were, of course, in
“multi.” They weio delighted with
the grounds, and presently entered in
conversation with a gardener, who evi
dently took them for a party of “gen
tlemen’s gentlemen” out for a stroll.
After some little affable talk he could
not resist the query: “Now, who may
you gents be?” “Well,” said the
spokesman, “this gentleman here hap
pens to be the King of Prussia; - that
one standing by your side is the Emper
or of Austria, and as for myself, I am
the Emperor of Russia.” This was
carrying the joke too far, thought the
gardener, “I’ve seen a lot ot queer fur
rin gents here lately, but this beats
me,” so he burst out in a rather rude
guffaw, “Well, my friend,” said the
Emperor Nicholas, “you seem amused;
perhaps yon will tell us who you are,”
“Oh, certainly.” So taking up the
skirt of his coat with the action of a
great eagle spreading out his wings,
and spinning round on his heels, he
sa’d: “If you are all what you say you
are, why I am the Great Mogul!” The
three majesties roared with lahghter,
and returning to the castle, told the
story at the lucheon table to the im
mense amusement of the Queen and
Prince Albert,
Are You Safe?
Two little girls were playing with
their dolls in a corner of the nursery,
and singing as they played,—
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Mother was busy writing, ouly stop
ping now and then to iisteu to the little
ones’ talk, unobserved by her.
“Sister, how do you know you are
safe?” asked Nellie, the younger of the
two.
“Because I am holding Jesus with
both my two hands—tight!” promptly
replied Sister.
“Ah! that’s not safe” said the oth
er child. “Suppose Satan came along,
and cut your two hands off!”
Little Sister looked troubled for a
few moments, dropped poor dolly, and
thought deeply. Suddenly her face
shown with joy, and she cried out, “Oh!
I forgot! I forgot! Jesus is holding me
with his two hands, and Satan can’t
cut his hands off; so I am safe!”
Yes, my dear young friends, that is
the secret If you want to be happy,
you must not be thinking about your
self, and your “feeling safe," hut rest
in the happy knowledge that Jesus has
got you safe.
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