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Vol. XL N’o. 9.
SUBJECTS FOR THOUGHT.
Crooks such pleasures as recrea:..- much
and cost little.
SatiU, faults indu’gd are H;t!e thieves
that let in greater.
The best people need t ffi'crious for thi
trial of their virtue.
No success in life cut be so Jtsi-able
that man can affbid to sell his integrity for
it
Have the courage to acknowledge your
ignora: ce rather than s.eek for knowledge
under false pretense.
(BRiSTiAMiy teaches nothing but what
is perfectly suitable to and coincident with
the ruling principle of a virtuous and well
inclined' man.
Men who think for themselves do not
believe quite so much as those who t-ik
what they have from hearsay ; but it is v.ery
apt to be a better quality of faith.
The moralist says. “Every man is oe: a
sionally what he ought to be perpetually.’
Then, again, some men are perpetually
what they Ought to be only occasionally.
What uuthankfuhiess il is to forget our.
consolations, and to look upon matter of
grievances; to think so much upon two ot
three crosses as to forget a hundred bless¬
ings.
Home can nevtr be transferred never re
peated iu the expe rience ot an individual.
The place consecrated to parental love by
the innfteence and sports of Childhood is the
only home of the human heart.
In our judgment of others, l observe that
in our relations w th the pi ople around us,
we forgive them more re; dily ior what they
do, which they can heip, than for what they
are, whti-h they cannot help.
A man may carry a load of guilt con¬
cealed in his tortured sou! ;or jiars, and
hide it with veneering of hollow, heartless,
deceitful smiles; but it doesn't take but
five minutes for the thoughtless world to
observe the one-sbouldered gait of a man
whose larboard suspender button has part
Got) forbid that the search after truth
should be discouraged for tear of its conse¬
quences I The const quenct-s ot truth may
be subversive of systems of superstition, but
they never can be injurious to th : rights or
well-founded expectations of the human
race.
A Pretty Substantal Ghost.
An amusing incident happened ti e other
night about two miles south of Le Roy.
New York. Between ten and eleven o'cloe:
on that night, a yonug man while iu b d
heard tome unaccountable noise iu hit
front yard. Thinking that in; raudors were
prowling around, he got ou* of bed aud, not
waiting to put on liis clothes, uufastened
be back door and went out into th* yard.
Seeing nothing su-picioua around the
back of the house, he walked to the
front ja;d and took his stand near some
busi es by the road tide. At this juncture
he heard the sound of wheels approadhing (
and, not wishing to be seen in his nigh
clothes, he crouched down in the bushes.
In a short lime a horee attached to an open
- buggy, in which w-ts seated a man and wo¬
man, came jogging along, if he had be -d
a smaller man, or the bu-Jies be -n denser,
■ it might Lave turned out all right for our
friend, hut as it wis, he could not conceal
himself from the ke n eyes of the ho:se
The animal, catching sight of a white,
crouching figure iu the bushes, gave a louu.
snort, sprang to the side of the road, and
stood there trembling and gazing at the ob¬
ject that had frightened him The occu
pants of the buggy saw that there was sonu
thing in the bushes that had frightened
their horse, and the man, not being ever
stocked with courage, made his wife get out
and investigate the cause of the trouble
The man in the bushes, seeing a woman ap¬
proaching his hiding place, sprang to hi
feet and ran for his house. Seeing this ap
paration, the woman uttered a piercing
shriek, the horse bolted and-ran, and the
man made such an outcry that the whole
neighborhood was aroused, and every one
near came out to see what wa3 the trouble.
Among those that came finally to the scene
of the trouble, was the innocent author of it
all, who had by this tim“ gotten himself in¬
to his daytime habilments.
An Old Almanac.
i
4 double-beaded man is standing before
a banauet ch!er to reDresent maton January s^i the season
of Fe^ blaSgXj Sdi^roTshlS^ ^drl A reLesents a represents bSt a
blazing fire. A A g I March She !
^ith here^ind it
snl there time a timber alcove and ! !
is hoe.ng It is te prepare the
April is plowing. Ir 1
ground In a man
May a girl seated takes a bath in a tub in ;
a garden, holdrng a small tree-bough in her
hand. In June a man chops wood; it is
time to thin the forest. In July a man is
cutting grass, flowers shooting np among .t ;
freely- In August a giri uses a sickle
Morma-Iike. only ertiing straight-up close
grown corn . In September a man is gath
ering grapes near a wine press. In October
a man is up n a ladder gathering app’es !
from a tree, a basket hangi g from a j
branch. Iu November a man chops again,
great tree trank* this time, the living trees
- of tLk background ofThelter qu’te bare. It is ti ne to
timber being universal for
L it and needing the seasoning which winter
f • • flTng°his ( , In n-eember a man is
I 1 ready "‘mar* to hatchet ^ down upon an
lbrumb! beadback*o throat a holding the poor *
receive the blow.
■ A MILTON Journal.
Baby Charley.
He’s fast asleep. See liow. O wife,
Bight's Auger on the lip of life
Buts whist the tongue, so prattle rife,
Of busy Baby Charley.
One arm stretched backward round bis
head,
Five little toes from out the bed
Just showing, like five rosebuds red,
So slumbers Baby Charley.
Heaven lights, 1 know, are beaming
through
Those lucent eyelids, veined with blue,
That shut away from mortal view
Large ejes of Baby Charley.
O sweet Sleep Angel, throned now
On the ronnl glory of liis brow,
Wave thy wing and wait my vow
Breathed over Baby Charley.
I vow that my heart, when death is nigh,
Shall never shiver with a sigh
For act of hand or tongue or eye
That wronged my Baby Charley!
—Sidney Lanier in Lippiucott’s ior January.
AN INFERNAL MACHINE
During the summer of 1810 there might
have been observed loitering about the Tul
leries a spare, shabbily dressed man. past
the prime of life, restless aud watchful in
his movements, but wearing, in spite of his
humble garb, an air of faded respectability
and character. He was a decayed Spanish
noble, Don Munseu Chavarri by name, and
one thing noticeable about him was his
persistency in endeavoring to obtain an au
dience of the emperor. Foiled in every at¬
tempt, either through accident or the sus¬
picions of the attendants, he invariably re¬
ceived his rebuffs in silence, aud withdrew
—merely to renew his importunities. Re¬
pulsed to-day, to-morrow found him at his
post. He haunted the palace like a spectre.
Kveu the gamins soon grew familiar with
story of his hopeless quest, and he be¬
gan in time to be treated with that sort ot
pitiful consideration which is usually uc
:orded to those of unsound mind.
At Length, however, there came a day
when, in the Rue de Rivoli, as the emperor
a- as returning from a review, a pistol shot
rang out from the corner of the court, and
the bullet,whistling through the line of out¬
siders, buried itself in a panel of the impe¬
rial carraige. The police at once charged
the crowd, and among the number arrested
was our friend, the Spaniard. At the trial,
here being no evidence against him, he
was acquitted, but warned to instantly
leave Furis. Acting upon the warning, he
disappeared, and all traces of him wore lost
It was some two years after this occur¬
rence that there b--gau to circulate araon g
quidnuncs ol the capitol reports of a mar¬
velous clock to be seen iu that city, which
illustrated, by means of automatic figures,
an episode in the life of the emperor. It was
designed for presentation to that personage.
It was said to be the work ot a famous arti¬
san, who had lately arrived, incognito, from
foreign p.rts,accompanied by a young lady,
his daughter, in a supposed fit of eccentric
ity, had taken lodging in a humble and ob
scure quarter of Faubourg St., Antoine.
Tlr- reports of the wonderful, almost su¬
pernatural performance of this piece of
mechanism, and the mystery surrounding
its owner and inventor, gave rise for a
short time, aud in certain circles, to no
small amount of gossip. This gradually
died away, and the artisan and his clock
were alike forgotten, when an event occur¬
red which restored them to more than their
former prominence, and entitled them to a i
place in history. j
Fouche, one morning in his office, receiv¬
ed a letter from his secret agent in Spain,
which contained information of a most
startling and important character. Its pe
usal threw him into a state of unusual ex
citement, and its-result was an immediate
descent of the police upon the mysterious
shop in Faubourg, Antoine, with orders to
arrest the artisan and his daughter, secure
the premises, and carefully guard the stock, j
tools, implements and other contents from
being touched or displaced till further op
portunity offered for a thorough invesriga
tion. The party detailed forthe duty hav
ing departed, Fouche reseated himself and
waited with ill concealed anxiety, the arn
val of the prisoner.
After a considerable lapse of time, the
0 fg cer charged with the arrest appeared
pty-nanded. His made, ,
;m report was soon ,
The lady in the case, the daughter, had that
morning, at an early hour, left her house in
the Faubourg, accompanied by a young lad
wbo bore a heavy black portmanteau. The
two had been traced to the gates of Mont
martre. beyond which point no clew tothei,
movements could be obtained. The old
workman himself had left the shop an hour
before the visit of the police, locking doors
and barring windows behind him. He bore
in his arm. what was apparently, according
to the apple woman opposite, a great square
box covered with oilskin. It semed heavy
He sat down a while on his doorstep, when
a caleche came by into which he put him
self and box, with the assistance of the
driver, and was driven off at a rapid pace,
The caleche was brown, the driver was in
green livery. A gendarme was following
him, and another was guarding the shop in
he Faubourg, where, however, nothing re
mained but a piece of furniture and a great
many craps of brass and iron.
Fouche reflected a moment, when his
. . suddenly whitened. Without a word,
he dashed-down the stairway to the street,
and sprang into a pa-sing fiacre.
“.To the Tuileries 1” he shouted. “Double
wages for double speed !”
Arrived at the palace, he hastily alighted,
and demanded to be at once shown into the
presence of the emperor. Napoleon
HAMILTON, GEORGIA, At ARCH 2, 1883.
in the room in which he received private
visitors, and thither the ushers immediate
ly conducted Fouche, who encountering
seme delay in the ante-room, impatiently
pushed upon the folding doors, and entered
unanuouuced. The emperor greeted the
intrusion at first with a trown o' displeas¬
ure but, instantly recognizing his visitor,
resumed his customary expression and nod¬
ded affably.
Fouche took in the situation at a single
glance. Beside Napoleon there were five
persons in the room. Four ot these were
officials of the palace—chamberlains and
armed valets, who frequently attended
when he gave audience, to prevent attemps
at private assassination. The fifth was a
man habited in a common workman’s
blouse, standing apart from the others, in a
respectful attitude, and holding in his hand
a workman’s cap. It needed but a glance
to assure Fouche that this person was none
other than the old familiar goblin of the
Tuileries—Don Monsen Chavarri. But how
metamorphosed 1 His hair, formerly gray,
was dyed to a glossy blackness; his face
was depoiled of its mustache and painted
beard, and bis once smooth hands were
roughened as though by exposure and toil.
At his side stood a large lacquer table, sup¬
porting an object an which Fouch- ’a atten¬
tion was immediately fixed.
This was seen at once to be the exact
model of the church of Notre Dame, wrought
in metal, in the highest style of art, and
serving evidently as the case for a clock,
since just above the folding doors, which
were perfect imitations of those which bar¬
red the principal entrance to Notre Dam-,
were two dials, on one ot which the hours
and minutes were measured, while on the
other a long, sweeping hand described the
seconds. Fouche, by a natuial impulse,
notice the time indicated by the dials. It
lacked a few minutes of noon.
Immediately thereafter lie started with
nervous alarm as the clock gave a warning
note as though about to strike, then sud¬
there was a clank of complicated
machinery, and the great doors tolded
inward, exposing the whole gorgeous
interior to view. The mimic church was
decorated as though for some great fete.
Banners and hangingsoftherichest material
and mostcostly workmanship fluttered from
the ceilings and flaunted from the niches in
the walla. The aisles were carpeted with
tapestry and velvet, and the pillars were
clustered with gold, and blazing with gems.
On the opposite sides of the great nave two
thrones were erected, the one being ap
preached by a flight of velvet-covered steps,
and canopied with cloth of gold and scarlet
and velvet sprinkled with golden bees. And
now the great bell in the tower struck one
with a heavy, reverberating clang; there
arose a swell of triumphal music, and a
mimic precession, clad in gorgeous robes,
moved into view from one of the hidden
aisles. At the head of this cortege walked
an old man wearing a triple crown, who, as
the bell tolled forthe second time, ascended
the steps of the smaller throne. It was the
coronation performed by automatons.
Napoleon looked on with unusual interest.
“Confess, Fouche,” said he, “that this is
admirable in its way as the police sys¬
tem in Paris. There is one mistake, how¬
he continued ; “the great doors of
Dame were not open on that occasion.
throne was built against them, and the
entrance was trhough the large trans
balls.”
“True, sire,” said the fictitious artisan,
casting a side glance at Fouche, whose
name he hud just heard pronounced. “True,
but your Majesty will see that it is a mistake
unavoidable here. Like the rest of the
world, we have been obliged to sacrifice
truth in order to secure effect.
The emperor smiled and remained silent
Meanwhile Fouche was revolving adilemma
in his mind with the rapidity of one aceus*
tomed to act in a dangerous crisis. There
are situations in which a slight vantage in -
the ^ aQ( j g ()( a dangerous man may set at
nau „(, t t ^ e strength of thousands, and in
wh{eh the moat extraordinary means must
b(J eaip * ; oye( ) to 8eC ure what are apparently
trifli result8 Fouc . h e adopted the course
wh | c i 1 seemed at firat xxiost speedily prac
j Bince th cons ; f j Pr ation of first
importance was, in this instance, lime.
“Your majesty,” said he, advancing and
speaking rapidly, “may I request your
m . ra ,. diate aueminnee in your cabinet for a
matter 0 f tbe 3tmogt consequence—a mat
ter which wil) not permit of a moment’s
delay?’
The emperor turned in surprise ani 1
frowned. Chavarri looked up suddenly and
silently, and made a suspicious movement
toward his clock With the rapidity o,
thought, Fouche changed his plans.
“Your majesty,” said he, loudly and more
rapidly than before, “Lady Isadora Chavarri
has just been arrested near the cemetery of
Montmartre, charged with a capital crime, (rib- j
She has already been tried by special
unal and condemned to death. I come to
implore your majesty to grant her pardon
A he spoke he fix u an intent, searching
gaze upon the Spaniard. I bis time the
bolt had struck. Ine old man s tawny face
was taking on a sickly hue, and his limbs,
trembled
the This emperor, is a most in amazement. unusual preceed.^” L ho is said this
lady, and what is the nature of her cn me ?
Fouche bent douule with suspense, still
keeping bis eye riveted upon the tawny,
changing face, bespoke almost imploringly,
‘ You have trusted me before, sire, I he
seech you, trust me now! Ask me no
questions, but write the pardon.”
There was an instant of silence, broken
only by the ticking and low music of the
clock. The second hand was measuring
the sixth minute with rapid, steady sweep.
Almost unconsciously Fouche drew a pistol
from his pocket, cocked it unobserved, and,
with a face like that of a corpse, was rais¬
ing it to fire, with a cry to the emperor on
his lips, when Chavarri, wliost mind seemed
torn by contending emotions, bent suddenly
over his mechanism, touched a spring eon
eealed in the rear of the tower, and instant
ly the whole complicated machinery of the
clock stopped with a sudden metalie clang.
The music ceased, the automatons paused,
standing like statues, each in his place, the
mimic emperor stretched out his hand for
the crown of the Csesars, aud-the great bell
in the tower poised midway in its swing for
the twelth and final stroke.
“ Par bleu, l" muttered FoWche pocketing
the pistol, and wiping the perspiration from
his brow.
“Allow ine monsieur,” he said, advancing
to the table, “to inspect this most wonder¬
ful specimen of art.”
"It is so very delicate, mo sieur," said
Chavarri, hurridly, still keeping his finger
on the secret spring, aud warping Fouche
off with his unengaged hand.
“Here is the pardon,” said the emperor,
affixing his signature to a paper as he spoke,
“1 hold you, Fouche. responsible for the
results. Well, what next?”
“Otlr worthy friend’s clock is broken, it
appears,” said Fouche.
“Broken, sire,’’ sa'd the Spaniard," and
with it the plans of a lifetime. And,” he
added, casting down his ejes, and speak
ing in a querulous, broken voice, “since,”
when one’s hopes are broken one cares but
little where he goes I wish a passport, to
leave France.”
Fouche took up the cue immediately.
“1 have to request, sire,” said he, ‘that you
also make out a full and free pardon for
the accomplice of the Lady Isadora Chav
avri—her father, Mouseu Chavarri, of Sev¬
ille.
The emperor smiled bitterly. R s active
mind hud already compassed the situation,
and without a word, either of expostulutiou
or inquiry, he seized a pen and wrote.
Then, having finished and signed the double
pardon, he slowly advanced with it in his
hand.
"Our frieud here,” said he, “doubtless j
knows where these persons are to be found,
and to him 1 eonfiede these papers,"
The old tuau, still jealously keeping his !
hand on the springs of the mechanism,
read aloud.—
“A firll permission to Don Mhnsen and
Isadora Chavarri to leave France immedi
ately, without hindrance or question,”
“Add," said lie," ’and alive.”’
“You would have made a good disploma
tist,” said Napoleon, as he made the re
quired addition,
Chavarri hesitated for a moment, removed |
his hand lingeringly from the spring, and, !
bowing his head, glided toward the door.!
Just upon the thresh old he turned in end
den dismay.
“Stay, sire! Where shall 1 find my
daughter?’’ he asked.
“When she is found we will send tnon
rieur word," sneered Fouehe.
An expression of the most intense ma
lignity flashed across the old man’s face,
and with an oath he sprang toward the ta¬
ble in the room. But a pistol confronted
him. !
“The pardons are forfeited,” said Fouche. ;
“No,” said the emperor; “let him pass." !
Chavarri, with a look of wonder, wheeled j
h lowly about an<l disappeared.
After his departure Napoleon stood for a :
short time in the centre of the room iu a
profound re very. Then, as his gaze fell i
upon the clock, and the automaton stand
ing beneath the suspended crown within ;
he bent forward and regarded the figure at j
tentively.
“So,” lie said, “this was to have been my !
successor."
It is scarcely necessary to add that the
clock proved, on examination, to be au in
fernal machine of the most ingenious and ;
deadly description. Concealed beneath the !
metalic slab which formed the pavements j
the mimic chapel, and which was con
struct*! to fold backat the proper moment,
was found a triple row of small wroght iron !
barrels, loaded heavily with slugs and hal ’S,
arranged to cover an are of forty-tive de
«ree*. at a distance of twenty yards from !
^ machine. No one within that range
could possibly have withstood their dir
charge, exploded simultaneously, exactly
*>’ n the hands on the dial indicated the
hou of noon ; but a spring on the outflide j
of the case gave the manipulator power to
al er the “set” of the works, and discharge
them sooner if necessary.
A f. w months after the occurrence of the
incidents narrated above, Fouche received
a letter from Cdavarri, then in England,
written in the vein in which men who have
played a desperate game, and lost, write
occasionally to thoRe who have outwitted
them. The writer stan d that the c'ock was
entirely the work of his own hands, and
that he and his daughter alone were con
earned m the plot, which had *een feu*
trated by ouches promptness. As for
himself he had had little expectation of
escaping,.having freely resolved to involve
himsc f, if necessary, m the destruction
which should overwhelm the emperor.
His daughter, however, the only person
on earth for whom be retamed any affection,
he could not afford thus to sacrtfice. He
bad made P™™>on etewbera for her«p
port and she had departed at as early an
ed hour » a. the pos.-iole. palace while at eleven he h.mjelf No personal proceed
danger, no promised honor, nothing, in
short, but the cunningly devised falsehood
regarding bis daughter, could bare induced
Chavarri to stop the hand, of the fatal,
clock. He also confessed that it was he
who, two years before, had fired the shot in
the Kue de Rivoli.
Chavarri subsequently died in extreme
poverty in London. Of the alter fate of
his daughter nothing is known. His clock,
despoiled of the murderous portion of its
machinery, was preserved for several years
in the Tuileries, and was fisally destroyed
by au ateideufal fire and the falling of a
wall.
The Espiritu Santo.
Some time since my a'tention was called
to a rare and beautiful flower in the pos
session of a popular florist of this city. This
flower is known as the Espiritu Santo, or
flower of the Holy Spirit. It is indigenous
to the Isthmus of Panama, whence this
specimen was brought. The Bower is rare
even in its native land. The stalk, which
grows to a length of three and sometimes
four feet, is surmounted by the buds and
blossoms. The flower, which is not large,
is of a delicate creamy white, and exhales a
faint, sweet perfume. One-half of tbs How
er is upright, the other, folded back, exposes
a most dainty floral grotto, in which rests,
as in a little cup shaped nest, a tiny dove
with out stretched neck and extended wings
as if about to fly. The dove is of the same
creamy w hite as the rest of the flower, with
the exception of the upper extremities of the
wings, which are beautifully speckled. The
perfection aud life like appearance of the
dove are incredible to persons who have not
seen the flower.
In its native laud the Espiritu Sauto is
held in religious veneration, and is stippos
ed by the devout, though ignorant natives
to be a special emanation of the person in
the Trinity whose emblem it bears. It is
believed that if the flower be rudely plucked
from the parent stem, or trampled under
foot, the hand or foot which is the guilty,
agent of the deed will shortly wither and
lofl e a11 llfe a, *d l>° wcr - If . »» the contrary,
it be p'ucked with.a prayer, and for a good
purpose, the hand that culls it will be short -
ly filled with treasure that must bring joy
to the heart of its owner, being God given.
No wild beast has power to harm the for
Innate possessor uf a fresh and living blos¬
som of this wonder working plant, and ol
course il is equally efficacious in sickuess.
The Conditions on Which He Was Promised
an Order.
A Chicago drummer having hired a horso
and taken a ride of ten miles over a hoiri
ble highway in Wisconsin, to work up a j
trade with a new dealer, reached the four j
corners to find the store closed. The pro
prietor was outside the door with an ax, and |
his wife on the inside with an old shotgun
“1 represent the wholesale grocery firm of
Sugar, Starch & Co , Chicago," said the j
traveler as he drove up.
“Yes “ replied the merchant, as he leaned
on his ux.
“And I’d like to show some samples and
take your order.”
“Are you in a hurry ?”
“W.1I, no."
"T’hen you’d better hitch to the lence
over there and wait a spell ”
“What’s the row here ?’’
“Nothing very much. The old woman’s
inside and I’m out here. It’s been that
way forthe last three hdurt, but the climax
is coming. She ain’t got morn’n ennff
powder for one more shot, and as soon aR
she fires that we’ll find out who runs this
bu sines*. If 1 do, I’ll give you au order; (
> f « l)0 d° es . I’™' 11 b “ttcr be reftli .* r to » k ‘P.
for she s determined to go out of the mer
eantile business, and make a trip to Europe
wdb a lightning rod man — Exchange,
|
A Perpetual Clock. '
A new perpetual clock was put up re
oently at the Gars du Not'd, Brussels, in I
such a position as to he fully exposed to
the influences of wind and weather, and, I i
though it has not since been touched, it has
continued to keep good time. The weight
j, constantly wound up by a fan placed in
chimney. As soon as it approaches tho
extreme height of its course, it actuates s
brake, which stops the fan ; and the great
Pr t h e tendency of the fan to revolve, so
rauc b more strongly does the brake act to
prevent, it. A simple pawl arranged pre
VPllts a down draught from exerting any
effect. 'J here is no necessity for a fire, as
the natural draught of the chimney or pipe
sufficient; and, if the clock is placed out
doors, all that is required is to place it
above a pipe sixteen or twenty feet high
The clock is made to run twenty-four hoprs
after being wound up, so as to provide for
any temporary stoppage, but, by the addi
, io „ of a wheel or two. it may be made to
tor eight days after - essation of wind
„ 1( , 'j ho inventor, Mr. Auguste Dardenne,
a native of Belgium, showed hi, original
tnode , a, the Pans Exhibition in 1878. but
| 1(! has since considerably improved upon
j,.
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t BI! ff u ty of gratitude i* a* imperatives*
^ d uty of supplication. If petitions ought
^ ^ hg upoj) our j jp||> BO oll)! ), t „|, 0
af , criptiorm t0 gprilIg unhidden from cur
„. fol Wrtg . He who is always beseech
^ „„„ p rgi gj ng t . an hardly lead so
man]y a Christian life ms he whose arm is
strengthened and whose step is quickened
^ ht thgt (jod is good to
^
— - -
Junius, say yume gwine toren fo f
justiceobde peace; am dat a lac nougb; I
did bab » hankrra da a " a ^ b o
what s yo pin,on bout de matter \ 11,
Junius, ef turnabouts far play, yume
jest i tied in yo’ pappus, case yume been
runn.o away f om de just.ee ob d. peace
de.„ seb .1 years. -Yonkers Gazette. -
Faith
The religious faith of the negro, if there
be beauty in faith, a declaration regarded
as a ] U) ost sacred, is beautiful. The white
niau who prays regularly, and adds some
little singing, to say nothing of the gratuit
ous work of groaning during church service,
looks upon the negro’s simple faith as su
perstitiou. All men are commanded to have
much faith, and it, would seem that the in
junction, liberally construed, means that
the man who has the most faith is the one
most benefitted by religion. The educated
man loses faith as he advances on the road
of learning. It becomes too simple for his
analytical mind. He wishes that faith
were more difficult, more mysterious, so
that he could shine as an expounder. The
simple word “believe" loses its charm
Like Aristotle, lie regards incredulty as the
source of all wisdom. He still continues
to pray-—in public, but he looks upon men
of much faith as weak brethren,
The negro accepts everything tending to
illustrate the.glory of the New Jerusalem.
Everything biblical is holy. He iH some
what eccentric in religion, and can with,
ease lay it aside when he wants a chicken,
but his (aith is beautiful. The other day a
well known clergy man met an old negro
and asked :
"Well, Uncle Torn. 1 suppose you are
still firm in the faith ?
“Yas, sah, oh, yas.”
“Attend church regularly, 1 suppose ?”
“AU de time sah But lemme ax yer,
boss, does yer believe in failin’ from
grace ?"
“Yes, I think that a man can fall,”
“Wall, come to thiuk ob de question, I
believe I’se sorter backslidin’.”
"What makes you think so ?’’
“I’se tuck up de idee, sah."
“Can you base your backsliding on any I
one action ?"
"Yas sah, 1 thinks I can.”
“What, is the cause then ?”
“Why, 1 stole a hog de odder < ay.”
Yes, the faith of the negro is beautiful,
A rkunsaw 'Traveler. !
Teacher. 1
The Newspaper as a
A short time ago wn had occasion to refer
to the value of a daily newspaper as a po
tential factor in the education of the people.
In various sections of tho country progress
ive teachers have made a judicou# use ol
I liejnewspaper iu thesultools, aud they have
been well satisfied with the result. It is
the experience of most teachers that the !
pupils who road newspapers are the most
intelligent, aud grasp ideas and fuels more l
readily than those who do not read the j
newspaper.
A remarkable instance of the power of
the newspaper as an educator occurs to us
as we Pen this paragraph. Years ago there
was a youth named Hot* who devoted hours j
every day to reading the newspapers to a |
blind grandfather. Hotz enjoyed only the |
ordinary common school advantages and
read but few hooks, hut hip constant practice j
of reading the daily papers to hisldiiid kins i
man made him a well educated man by tho \
lime ho attained his majority. He leaped j
into a high position in journalism at the |
start, and in the Campaign of 18(!0 was as¬
sociate editor of the Mobile R-gister. Afteri
serving gallantly in the Confederate army I
he went to England, and is now on the stall
of a London journal with a salery of $?> OOl)
a year. The case of flptz is only one of the |
many—Atlanta Po st Appeal,
What Doctors Do.
About once in twenty years the doctors!
triable all the old complaints and give
them new names. Thirty odd years ago
pneumonia was "lung fever,” and "sciatica"
plain “rhoumatix." But complaints with
these old-fashioned English names are bad j
for doctors. People get too well acquainted
wi,tl t,l '’ rn ’ *" d ‘ h<!n t ic ^ "’ a, n ,0 cu, ' c
themselves. When the doctors find them '
,,ul 1 '« w “> ' l "*- "* '* 1
d, ' ,,c b * R « UM f " ‘" a "'
L *'* u a,ld ml " th * old T"'
I)lamb '' here a shot hits , the name s tc s.
I he sick are ng itener w u „ t u y are to r
-hat these wo.ds are the matter w,«l, hem,
*"<« ‘ b "' k "o.notluntf new and awful has
1,1
,
When a doctor ... ha* ned o - ure a mck .
man "" d eau *• l,d 1 “ Kot .' na
I*™-" 4N,c,,r V ork Nothu.yead.ly but dying. cure mnlar.a «»
factors URUftll y disagree, *n< t i moie
are of th.*rn the more do t iey < is
No d "-“ “< ^ ever yet agreed
entirely upon a man’s «ompla,„l .......
ha was drowned or lew l„ b,,,ns out.
Ever, few year, the doctor, find out that
something they used to do is entirely wrong
*nd likely to kill more than erne. But the,
stick up justthesnme lot• whatever the, are
doing now.—New r ork^xrapiuc.
Thu day* of romance are not all pa-J
nor the genuine Italian noblemen ail dead
A but Rented younggiri was recently
** 114 by some friends in Pittsburg to study
arl in R 0 „ 1( , A few weeks ago she wrote
her father that Baron Sonello had asked her
t o marry him. She said that his character
glld F( „. ia | standing -ere shove reproach,
ar ,h her poverty was sufficient proof that he
bad no mercenary designs upon her. The
‘ Pittsburgh friends made an invesli
* ion W1(l , a , iali „| themselves with the Ha
, att ,j „ord!y position. £.t Th
w „k. 1,
i in ^ a mglter ol regret to
'
* u
.n.: Iuha. nobleman oblemaa rar rarl.y y crosses the
Atlantic.
Sl-OO a Year.
QUIPS OF THE HOUR.
“My wife,” remarked Fitznoodle, “il
fairly crazy over her winter fxahions. She s
got the delirium triuimius.” — Hartford
Times.
For a week the refrain had been that
Tightfist was sinking fast. At last the
that all “Alas! ’
news came was over.
cried Fogg, "still sinking!”—Boston Tran¬
script.
“Mu,” he asked at dinner, “who was
Charlottee Russe?" “Oh,” said ina, “she
was One of them old queens that made
trouble during the Restoration.”— N, Y.
Mail and Express.
Red-headed student to professor : “Pro¬
lessor, why is it that you never seem to
recognize me on the street?” Professor:
“Well, Mr. X., the truth is I am slightly
color-blind.’’—Harvard Lampoon.
“Yes," said the father, “I like to have
my daughter have a beau, on the score ot
economy. If she didn’t, some of the other
members of the family would occupy the
parlor and burn gas."—Boston Post.
A stranger, journeying in France, fell
sick unto death; his friend called in a
physician, who demurred about giving his
professional services, fearing the where¬
withal might not be forthcoming to settle
his bill. The friend, producing a 100 franc
hill, said; “Kilt him or cure him, this is
yours." The sick man died and was buried,
and the doctor, finding his money glow to
appear, reminded the survivor of the debt.
Did yon cure him?” he asked. “No, sir.”
"Did you kill him?’’ "Certainly not."
“ Then you have no claim oh me, Kir; 1
wish you good tiny."—French Fun,
A tiny little follow living in an Eastern
city, but away out on the borders, where
circuses or processions did not come, and
who had never seen ft soldier in full rig, was
sent to the door by his mother, who heard
the bell ring. It was Colonel S-, in full
regimentals, as it was the day of the in
nugiiration of the Governor, “l’ell your
mother, little man, to please come to the
door a moment; I want to speak to her.”
Charlie went up stairs and appeared before
bi * lnot,1,!r witl > tl “* m, ’ Hl awe-struck face.
Mamma, there is some one at the door
w ants to see you. VV Uo is it, my sou !
) <lon t know, but I thiuk its God.
Detroit Post and Tribune.
“Why, what i* the matter with your
Stands?” asked the elder Miss Burnside of
Algernon Selkirk, who was muking an
CR „ .,j WM (mt th ; g afternoon
t||pn at ( | ip 0RrH ’' replied
Algernon, the athlete, “aud the damp wind
has chapped them.” "Isn’t, it too funny
| low you mgn w j|| g 0 0U |, ; n cold, stormy
weat |, er j ust f ol . exercise,” Miss Burnside
^fliahly remarked, and then she murmured
m a getting wcll-oii-towards-thirty-year-old
tone o( - V0 ;,, H un( ] gazing at her shapely
wetldingringless Ungers, " I wothl like to
|, ave lny iiall( i s chap ed." A tew moments
| at(!1 . the first -chapped ;her was ended.—
Homester Post-Express,
lie was just out: Some of our city stores
are constantly annoyed by children coming
to the door and asking for cards, empty
boxes and that sort of things. The clerks
are, of course, down on the youngsters and
ll,B U0VBC end * The ot iec da * *
little girl opened a store door , and, sticking
her head in, called out: "Say, mister, have
you got any empty boxes?” “No.’’ said
the clerk, not very politely. “Got any
cards?” “No.’’ "Got any almanacs?”
"No.” “Got any empty bottles?” “No."
Got any pictures? No. Got any
sense? No—yes no—Jcs you inisera
!>!• little wretch, and the cleik flew out of
lbl ' door , but the youngster was up iu ths
next alley making faces at him, and he
back madder than he had been since
l,is 1 " dar J w ' 1 * raduced.-Steubenville Her
aid.
Til* mos( bashful young man in Peun
sylvama lives in Reading. He had courted
a J»»ung woman in a mild sort of way for a
'*• 11BVCr t,ad abU:
known his intentions in an intelligible
manner. During liis leisure moments he
taught the young woman telegraphy and
las, work gamed 1 o her .tWM.n consent » ,i iom to stral^ a a «
» < ,
imardmg house. Ihe hrst mess g a
came to the young woman was a proposa
of marriage. Although the answer was all
tint any imon-no p* iM*»n u»u * cxpec ,
yet Urn young man wa,s so v il *deut l at he
did not i. ntme n'*ar t ie iou«e or out
days. We r.c comm,.,.malum finally oe
came too slow, however, and the you g
man went to the house ,u pe srm J ha
wire and telegraph instruments are now for
sal-. Brea genius u to in retv.ii. . ■
man ought to he happy,
CoNCi.CftiOE evidence: An Austin man
who m a prolonged trip through Mexico
gives ns some interesting details of hi* trip
He says that when he was iu the city of
Mexico he wn shown th ough the old build
ing- convents and jails that were erected by
the Spaniards. In .the wall of one of the
buildings he noticed a small open
ing and he naturally inquired of hi* Mexi
can guide what it meant. He was told
that it was one of the buildings in wb.ch
criminals were walled up alive. “What was
the use of that hole iq the wall ? “Well,
S...... you see, as long as the prisoner lived
his food was handed in to him on a plate
and he handed th. empty plate back, but
when be handed the plate hack with th.
f oJ on it untouched, then the jailer knew
the prisoner was dead already and didst
hjm more ’^ Tp xas Siftinga