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EXCELSIOR.
[Dedicated to the Louisville Brass Band.]
When soldiers girt their armor on
To battle for the right—
To dare the dangers of the field
For their countries honor bright,
’Twere meet that fair hands twine
A wreath about their brows,
And breatho a whispered word of cheer
To counterseal their vows.
But now a gentler
’Tis a milder
Thai, needs no star bespangled
Asa herald on the breeze.
And yet it is in sweet accord
With what is most desired,
For thrilling music wakes the soul
Into love of sound inspired.
When the bright stars on their guard
Watch the shadows as they come—
And the tranquil hour of even time
Brings the weary wo r ker home,
Then music soft and tender falls
Like dew on Hermous Hill,
It bathes our senses with its charms
Aud claims us captive still.
Music! Music! “Cheer boys, cheer!”
Wake the drowsy air at night,
Wake the maidens sleeping soundly,
Dreaming of some new delight.
Let their dreams be mixed with music,
Let the muffled drum resound,
And blending with the bugles blast,
Stir up the dreamy town.
You have no battlements to storn.,
Midst hail of shot and shell,
You have a gentler triumph sought,
And you have won, as well.
No shouts of victory rend the air,
No loud •acclaims of praise,
Yet silent lips and sparkling eyes
A thrill of joy displays.
Then twine fair hands a beauteous
wreath
For the leader in command,
lie’s a’gallant youth and true,
With a gallant handsome band.
Garland their brows with flowers,
They deserve it well J. ween,
They have gained a victory in your
smiles,
Garland their bugles in grgen.
*
THE BALLAD 'Ob'" THE BELL
iOWER.
BY MARGARET J. PRESTON.
[From L ippi c t's Magazine for May.]
“Five years ago I vowed t > Heaven
upon my falchion blade
To build the tower: and to this hour
my vow hath not been paid,
“When from the eagle's nest I snatched
my falcon-hearted dove.
And in my breast shaped her a nest,
safe and warm-li led with love.
“Not all the bells in Christendom, is
rung with fervent might. j
That happy day in jangling gay, had
told my joy aright.
“As up the aisle my bride I led, in that
triumphant hour.
I ached to hear some wedding-cheer,
clash ftom the minister tower.
“Nor chime nor tower the minister had ;
so in my soul I sware,
Come loss, come let, that I would set
church-bells a ringing there.
“Before a twelvemonth. But ye know
What forays lamed the land.
llow seasons went, and wealth was
spent, and all were weak of hand
“And then yearly harvest failed (twas
when my boy' was born ;)
But could I build while vassals filled
my ears with cries for corn?
“Thereafter happed the heaviest woe,
and none could help or save ;
Nor was there bell to toll a knell above
my Bertha’s grave.
“An had I held ray vow supreme all
hindrance to control,
Maybe these Woes—God knows ! had
never crushed my' sc ul.
“Ev’n now ye beg that I give o’er: ye
say the scant supply
Of water falls in lowland vales, and
mountain springs are dry.
“‘Here be the quarried stones’ (ye
grant’) skilled craftsmen come at
call;
Bat with mi more of water-store how
can we build the wall?”
“Nay, listen: Last year’s vintage
crowds our cellars, tun on tun ;
With wealth of wine for yours and
mine, dare, dare the work go un
done?
“Quick! bring them forth, these mighty
butts; let none bo elsewhere sold,
And I will pay this very day their ut
most worth in gold.
“That so the mortar that cements eaoh
stone within the shrine,
Xfor her dear sake Whom God did take,
may all be mixed with wine.’,
# * * * * * *
’Twas thus the baron, built his tower;
and as the story tells,
A fragrance rare bewitched the air
THE NEWS Ml) EARMEB.
LOUISVILLE. JEFFERSON COUNTY. GA., JUNE 8, 187(1.
whene’er they rang the bells.
A merrily; music tinkled down when
harvest&tays were long;
T.iey seemed to chime at vintage-time
a catch song;
And when tie vats were foamed with
must, if an) r loitered near
The minister tower, at ve'sper hour,
above him he would hear.
[original.]
-TRUTH.
When we oome to speak of truth; it
is like looking at a famed production
of Rapheal and Michael Angelo, or hear
ing n; Mozart or a Beethoven perform,
nee and
NijraH&OghtS, measured and full "of
thought unfathomable.
Wq may look at a painting in its
inasjfcfirlV and touching delineations, as
it reproduces the human -phisique, and
places it almost pleading and panting
for utterance before us, or displays
nature in its rugged as well as its beau
tiful aspect in au almost perfect person
ification, so that in imagination wc
may see the clouds shifting over the
bosom of the blue dome in heavy masses,
or scudding in snowy whiteness like
truce signals across the sky; and yet
with all this touching presence of im
agery, . with so near an approach to the
real, we are obliged to know aud feel
that in the fullness of the measure of
the mind, that iu its secret springs
made and brought into life these crea
tions of the genius ; that we have only
had a glimpse of th.: sunshine that
lights up the inner walls of a won
drous conception.
The masters of the art of music vie
with the harmony of sounds that are
produced by a higher master of melo
dies. that make the very stars sing to
gether—the creations of a higher pow
er of goodness and love that are heard
in the forest in the rustling of the
leaf, the bird note, the laughing of the
streamlet, counterpoised by the melan
choly strains *hat wind touched, come
from the plaintive pine bough. Crea
tions formed by the inspired art of music
have vied with nature's elements of
outgushing praise, aiid have, perhaps,
approached to the threshhold of di
viner song and symphony, and while
we are led to wonder at such proficiency,
we must still feel our incapacity to
eencieVe of the music that* lives in the
soul like a pearl lives iu the depths of
tpe sWj^riirevealed.
And the poet, born with a harmony
of love and beauty and song m his re
fined mechanism that speaks through his
language and that touches every thing
that emenates lroin him with a coloring
of no borrowed light, but as a pure scin
tilation of a self-possessed, living fire
that burns in his soul, and that not only
gives out light, but an incense of ineffa
ble exquisiteness always—when the
stars keep watch over the drowsy hours
of night, or in the broad full blaze of
day gives lustre to a living world ; all
the same.
And yet while we know and have
evidence of the existence of au inborn
gift of such resplendence, and that oft'
times grows blighter when the casket has
been shattered—a perfume that grows
more fragrant when the flower that held
it in its heart becomes bruised and
crushed ; still we cannot hope to know
of the grandeur aud the beauty and
the depth of conceptions unuttered,
that were too pure and exalted and
transcendant, to be circumscribed by
mere language.
Thus it is with truth. We can ap
preciate its excellence, and admire its
influence, aud laud its supremacy, but
to fathom its fullness and its depths
were too much for a finite mind.
We know that the seed according to
its kind will germinate and grow, and
bear flowers and foliage and fruit, and
we reach some just conclusion as to
the cause, but we are checked in our
progress of investigation, just as the
explorer who follows a stream to its
fountain, he has attained a truth and a
result, but the hidden mysteries yet un
earthed, must still live unsolved and
unattainable.
The stars that burn as beacon fires
to light our paths, and that are
held in place by the designed law of
the great head centre, are mysteries
that we may never understand, yet we
may know of the 'aws by which they
thread their course through space, and
can tell their rate of time, and of their
appearing.
The heavens stretched as a broad
map of the unsearchable mystery and
greatness of the divine architect, while
we may make them a study, and the
mind may be refreshed and gratified at
conclusions'in themselves stupendous,
yet, it must even shrink back at the con
templation of the unexplored myste
ries that stretch out in infinite regions
beyond the range of finite thought.
Do we not see every day enough of
the mystery of deitv and of creation to
teach us that we are finite, to t%ach us
what is so essential to our well being,
our littleness and utter dependence.
And yet, amazing provision! we
are constituted with a desire, to seek out
truth, and in everything there are truths
which we can learn, and which it is our
duty to learn—we might say which fix
themselves on our minds in indelible liv
ing characters, and yet there is a line
that we cannot cross, an internuncio that
deolares thus far and no farther, and
the very laws of our being teach us
the wisdom of such an edict. It is
the line that divides the creature from
the creator. *
“CONFIDENTIAL
Mad? I am; if I ean’t bite a ten-pen
ny nail in too it’s because the nail is
too hard, not because my teetli arc not
sharp enough.
While other women have been buy
ing cream lace haos, and making posy
beds and traveling suits for the Phila
delphia show, I have been in the ago
nies of house-cleaning. I am getting
bald from wearing a turband so much,
aud what nair is left is the color ol
isoft-soap; my hands are like dropsical
I mud-turtles ; I have stretched up after
cobwebs till there’s a corn on tile end
of every toe ; my shouders are lame,
my knees are stiif; it takes me ten
minutes to sit down and ten more min
utes to get up again, and I've borne it
all like a martyr, and had pie for dinner
every day, all because Augustus said
he would help me with the chambers
and hall; and'this glorious June morn
ing, with the lower floor as sweet as a
bandbox, I was ready ; the whitewash
pail stood on the front steps with the
brush across it aud a negro behind it,
when in bolted the lord of the manor
and ordered up his white vest and huff
shoes, he had got to go to tho pigeon
shoot, lie anu Sam. The abruptness,
the perfidy, . grammer all made
me speechless, and he too advantage
of the state of affairs and bustled olf.
Pigeon shoot, indeeu! If it was a
horse race or an auction or a dog lignt
or anything reasonable, it would be frac
tionally endurable ; but to see tall men
and short men, and fat men and lean
men, men with brains and men without
leave their farms, and shops and stores,
and wives, and troop off to sec another
rabble of men, qualified with tho same
adjectives, torture and terrified little
birds! If any man of the shooters miss
a bird and hit a man I hope it may bo
one whe tells to his wife (doubtless it
wqtild). One thousand dollars in prizes
twenty-five cents to get to see and l wen
ty-five dollars to get to shoot; and this
when the times are so hard that a far
mer’s wife “dasn't” buy anything better
than an eigut cent calico aud tho btys
have to go barefooted before tho frost
is out of the ground !
Old Deacon Saintly, he went, and
only last Sunday I heard him thank the
Lord that ho who ‘ noted even the spar
row's fall,” would not forget him; the
next time that he incorporates that iu
his prayer, I would like to rap his bald
old pate with a broom stick, and re
mind him that this day’s record must
be met some lime. As for Augustus
Slack, no sparrow or pigeon either will
be booked against him; lie can't hit
the side of a barn without somebody
holds the gun for him. I want the law
amended. Pigeon shoots are just as
barbarous as bull fights.
Anyway, won’t somebody tell me
why men must have so much more
amusement than women; clubs and
matches, and races and conventions,
etc., anti if the old woman goes to a
quilting once a season the house atmos
phere is blue for a month.
No, I shall not get a divorce. Mr.
S may go pigeon hunting, but he won’t
go wife hunting right away; he’ll prob
ably come home after milking is done,
and call me “dear Emmy,” but don’t
you be uneasy on my account.
No, I didn’t clean the chamber; I
went calling, and told the neighbors
just what I thought of it; then came
home and sat on the back stoop and
read the Free Press, every word of
Bronson Howard’s Centennial letter,
went through all the lime and gypsum
and coal and marble, felt indignant
that the Britishers shoul i so nearly
eclipse us in minerals, wondered at the
display of the Argentine Republicans,
and came spat on this to wind up with :
“We shall gradually work upwards from
the mineral kingdom, and if the ladie3
will have patience, we shall get up to
something that will interest even them
by and by.” There, Mr. Howard, don’t
you believe that the female mind isn’t
interested in minerals—lots of ns are
hard-headed and practical.
Next, this intelligence spreads itself
before me ! The Congregationalists of
the State of Michigan resolved : “That
when a church of this association sends
a body as a delegate to ibis body, it is
the duty of this ass. (abbreviation) to
receive such delegate.
“The name of a lady delegate was
presented, but declined because it was
thought to be contrary to the constitu
tion.”
Now, what was the matter? She was
a “body” and a “delegate” as specified
in the resolution, and why didn’t they
find if it was “contrary to the constitu
tion?”
But it is getting too dark to see to
write, and there comes Augustus with a
big bundle of something that looks lita
dry goods.— Detro't Free Press.
THAT BLASTED BOY.
An Augusta boy happened to bo in
the parlor when a young gentleman,
who was paying marked attention to
his sister, called one evening. While
the young lady was getting ready to
make a sensational entrance of the
parlor, the boy, being at leisure, im
proved the occasion to sound the young
gentleman’s qualifications and accom
plishments.
15. Boy: Does galvanized luggers
know much?
tioung G-.: I really can’t say.
After a respectful silence the sub
ject appeared to be abruptly changed,
but was not in reality.
B Boy : Kin you play checkers with
your nose?
Young Or.: No, I never tried it.
15. Boy ■ Well, you’d better learn—
you hear me!
Young G.: Why?
B. Bov: ’Cause sis says that yer
don’t know as much as a galvanized
nigger, but yer dad’s got lots o' stamps,
and she’ll marry you anyhow, and when
she gets a hold o’ the oi l man’s sugar
she’s agoin to all the perceshuns and
candy pullins and let you stay at home
an’ play checkers witii that holly-hog
nose o’ yourn.
The young gentleman did not stimu
late the conversation any more, lie
ial forgotten something and stepped
nit to get it. And when “sis” got her
lair banged and her smile on she swept
■n and found her little brother in the
parlor alone, innocently tying the tails
of two kittens together and singing:
“How dotli tho little busy bee.” But
an inkling of that conversation leaked
out and tho boy has not felt quite com
fortable at homo since.
ADVICE TO YOU.SG MEN.
Mess. Editors —For many years wo
have been studying men and their man
ners pretty closely, have been in con
tact with every grade of society, from
the lowest and vilest to the highest and
best, so called, hi all conditions we
find one prevailing virtue —called by
some an evil ; we mean .the love of
money, the high estimate placed upon
its possessor, and the eagerness with
winch all classes seek it. lienee we
have concluded lo give the young some
advice on this subject,’ in order that
they may place themselves in a situa
tion to be regarded as popular, relig
ious, refined, educated, and indfSpensi
ble to society, without actually being
so. Simply put money in your pocket, j
or make people think you have got it
there, and all these things follow as
naturally as sparks fly upward. Your
importance in every walk of life is es
timated by the amount of money you
control. Four opinion on any subject
is weighed by your hearers, not accord
ing to the sense displayed iu your re
marks, but by the amount of money in I
your pocket, if you are rich, people I
will crowd around you wherever you
go. It matters not if you arc a fool,
crowds will listen, laugh and repeat.
Merchants, politicians and preachers
will follow you up and pay you special
attention. Newspaper editors will
make your acquaintance—will note
your arrival at and departure from any
place, and if your pig or dog is sick
they will fill a column of their paper in
expressing their sympathy for you.
But if you arc poor, and your wife or
child dies, they will sum the whole af
fair up in those words: “John Smith’s
wife (or child) uied yesterday.”
Your reputation in the church may
morn, your religion itself is apprecia
ted according to your wealth. The
preacher may tell you that “it is easier
lor a camel to go through the eye of a
needle than lor a rich man to enter the
kingdom of Heaven,” but don’t you
mind that, go on and get money, lie
advocates this doctrine because he
finds it in the text. Watch him when
lie cornea from the pulpit, and lie makes
for the richest men and richest women
first—shakes ttieir hands the longest
and smiles his blandest while in theix
presence; but when he Comes to the
truly pious, but poor, of the congrega
tion, he bows indifferently and passes
on.
If you are a praying man, it is bet
ter that your prayers have a silver lin
ing. It is not certain that they will
reach any nearer Heaven by being thus
prepared, but it is certain that they
will linger longer on the ears of men
on that account. And strange as it
may seem, although money enhances
the value of prayer, in the estimation
of men, so, also, it diminishes tlie
enormity of crime. If you are rich
and commit a great crime, a host of
strong men will rise up to apologise for
you, defend you and shield your fair
name from disgrace. But if you are
poor, under lute circumstances, the
world stands aloof, crying, “kill him,
crucify him.”
If you are rich and your daughter
strays from the path of rectitude, all
exclaim, “what a pity!” anil receive
her back into society. But If you are
poor and the same occurs-,- the exclama
tion changes to, “what a shame !” and
the poor thing is kicked from society,
and l’oftjed to still lower depths of in
famy'. So taking any view of the mat
ter, from a worldly' stand point, we re
peat, get money', have money, or make
people think you get and have it.
SOME THINGS HE MEYER SAW.
We never saw yet a man but what
would pass off his ragged money first.
They likewise give scrap to the poor
and then give consciences credit for
dispensing choice cuts.
We never saw a little girl just learn
ing how to put on her stockings, but
what she invariably got the heel part
of the stocking on the top of uer loot,
and then cried. We never saw a big
girl put on her stockings at nil, but
we suppose they wear them. In fact
wo believe they do,
We never saw a stout, healthy man
hanging around a grocery door waiting
for somebody to treat, and cussing the
niggers because they wouldnt work,
but what we felt sorry for that man—
sorry that lightning wouldn’t strike
hi (li.
We never saw a boy with a storm
bruise on his foot that kept him from
school, but what could make things
howl with an Albania sling.
what Shall i no for a liv
ing.
There are multitudes of voung men
who are asking to-day, with much solic
itude aud anxiety, “What shall. 1 do
for a living?” We do not think that
there lias ever been a time when it was
more difficult to answer this quest,ion.
Society is divided into two classes—
the workers and the non-workers. The
workers are, again, divided into two
classes—those who work with their
ban Is, those who work with their brains.
The latter distinct.on is not as clearly
marked as the lbrinei’, for manual toil
is generally supplemented by some
activity of the mind, an I in -.ital labor
by a certain amount of bo lil, exm-eDe.
The man who hammers stone must use
his judgment in order to strike in the
right place ; and tho man who ham urs
his brains must use lii.s hands ii order
to record his thoughts. In the choice
of vocation tiiere are live great mistakes
to be avoided. The first is crowding
into what arc called “the professions,"
or mercantile life, or some other em
ployment where there is but little man
ual labor, on the supposition that tics
must promise to the young a compara
tively easy life. Taere none who work
harder than some who are suppose i not
to work at all. An aching brain may
be more trying than a wcniy arm.
Tbe second mistake into which
young men arc liable to fall—and this
is worse than the first—is that of try
ing for a place in some of those
branches of business where there is the
possibility of achieving a great fortune
at a stroke, with the strong probability
of not making a cent. This i; .simply
“running for luck,” with the prosper;
of breaking your neck in the race.
The few who succeed every one hears
of; the multitude who fall pass out of j
sight and are forgotten.
The third mislake i.s that of rushing I
from the country to the large cities
without any reasonable prospect of
finding remunerative occupation. If
all the groans and sighs which come
from the stores and offices, where our
clerks, and salesmen and book-keeper-,
congregate, could be heard through our
country towns and villages, there would
not be the same eagerness to join the
crowd who lmunt the city streets. If
there be a fair chance of your attaining
a comfortable living in any honest way.
stay near home, and build upon a sure
foun i.ation, even if the structure rise
somewhat slowly. Wherever an l how
ever they begin life as a general rule
men wilLgravitate to thoir true le
If it lie in you to burst the narrow
bounds which at first restrict your
steps, you will be quite certain to do
it, sooner or later.
The fourth mistake to be uoticed is
the prcvailment notion that to work
with the hands can never be as honor
able as it is to work with the brain.
If, indeed a man is nothing put a tool
or a part of a machine, In cannot ex
pect to take an elevated place in socie
ty. But suppose the har.d and the hen 1
work together—as the)' allways will,
to some extent, just as soon as you
rise out of the region of mere servile
toil—how does the matter stand th n?
Mere is a practical farmer who is also
a student of scientific agriculture, and
brings hisknowlc.lge to liea.i upon the
improvements of land, the increase of
crops, the perfecting of seeds, econo
my in labor—under his skillful hand
barren wastes arc ro loomed, so that
tiio earth will always be more fruitful
because he has lived and labored, and
his culture makes the human race
richer as well as his own household—
could any one ask for a more hon irable
employment: Here is a young me
chanic. who lias learned his trade
thorouhly and well, and starting iu life
as skilled, accomplished workman he
brings hismind to the watchful study
of every progress in his work—contriv
ing, experimenting, inventing and
gradually rising fiom his inferior posi
tion till he becomes a master-workman,
a contractor, the head of a grand e stab
lishment, “saying to this man,go and
he goetdi, and to this man, come and he
coineth,” is this not better and more
honorable than to be a feeble a Ivocatc
at the bar or ail impecunious, half
starved member of any other learned
proefssion.
And lastly, it Every sa l when one
finds that he has chosen a line of life
to which he is not adopted. It, works
badly, whether the peg is too large or
too small for the hole,
A CONVERTED JEW,S DILEMA.
One day last week Mr. 11. 1,. Solin
sky was accosted on the street by a
Nashville man, who asked him what ho
thought of Hirsh, the Nashville Israe
lite, who renounced Juadiam and turned
Baptist preacher Air. Soliusky replied :
“Y r cll in heaven dere ish dwo gates-
Abraham keeps von and Christ von
odder. Von Hirsh coomes up dere lie
vill go mil. Christ’s gate and Christ
vill sa}', ‘Von Baptist brother.’ Christ
vill don say, ‘You he’s like von Jew—
go mil Abraham,s gate.’ liirsh vill
den coomo mit now 1 he’s von Babtist
breacher—unlock dot gate.’ Abraham
vill say,’ Vot ia dot, hey ! You bo’s a
Jew and a Babtist breacher too? You
va’se dat gate avay. Dis gate don’t
he’s von hair pin like dot, Hush vil den
set down mit his coonskin proeches
and visper mit himself, ‘Veil, veil dat
is a good joke. Christ sends me mit
Abraham because I be’s a Jew, and
Abraham sends me mit Christ because
I don’t be noddings.’ llnd den dor
devil vill coome along and say,‘Coomo
mit dis vay down mit me, liirsh and
varm your coon-skins ’’
A FLEA IN BED.
There are some folks fleas won’t bite,
but Alonzo Fleet, a married citizen of
Danville, Va., lias spent the greater
part of his life after sundown looking
for fleas.
It is exceedingly annoying to Mrs.
Fleet.
Just as site gets the baby asleep, and
has folded her ban ts in blissful slum
ber, Fleet slips out of bed feet fore
most, and bomb lie hits tho floor with
the half whispered remark on his lios :
The dumed flea?
V ; have awakened me again, Mr.
Fleet , ! believe you are trying to v, ear
me out. Here l have got to sleep, an 1
am n>w so nervous that 1 I m’t -1 • >•>
any inor. this night. What in the
world are you after?
-Mary, there’s a flea on me some
where ; and you know 1 can't sleep
when there are fleas ia the bed. An 1
Fleet struck a match.
1 don't believe there’s ary fleas here
at all: its a notion of your own : von
can't sleep yourself an. 1 you won't let
anybody else sleep.
I’ou my word, Mary, : Fleet ap
proached with candle) in! there he
goes n>w ! (fit, the little rascal! Now
I’ve got Inin ! And Fleet grabbed tho
tail of his shirt, setting the caudle by
the be 1, while lm wet the pla-m so as to
see the flea, and then stuck a needle
through it, and showing it to his wife,
said in triumph: you call that a notion,
my dear? I call it a flea.
Mr. Fleet, tak : the can lie away from
the baby’s eyes, she cried, just as the.
baby waked up an i the music com
i'li rock her, Mary. inuNnutv 1 Fleet.
You is>ck 1 sr! No sii, n .ter 1 I’ll
rock her tin .■elf; it’s just what I'm for.
1 alary Thompson, married Alonzo
Fleet to suffer for him, to drudge for
1 ili.i by day, and lo : my sleep for him
by night. My life's no more to him
than a flea. What cares he if I die?
Hooty, i >oty, isn’t Mr. I'U e< youn
strong and handsome, couldn't he soon
get another wife? And Mrs. Fleet
lifted up her voire and wept like a hard
rain.
Fleet put on ids breeches and took a
chew of tobacco, an l as he walked to
the window to “spit out,” he said seri
ously, he wishe I every fl :a on earth
was ai old nick; that lie wasn't long
for this world, if Mary lived, and the
fleas continue 1 to hop around at night.
-Mrs. Fleet told a friend next day
that Mr. Fleet had provoked iter so
much hunting tiers at night, that *!TP™
believed that he was after aggravating
her to Flee as a bird to Mount Zion.
They laughed and told her she was ai-
ways saying something funny.
———
A STORY THAT OUGHT TO LIVE
FOREVER.
There comes to us from the Western
district a story on the details of which
a Bret llarte or Col. Hay would found
a poein. The other day a gang of
laborers were emnloyed stacking blocks
ot stone on a permanent way ol the
Great Western Railroad, between
Keyusham an 1 Bristol. Ln fact, the
operation of stoae slacking was ear
riel on within a few yards of the Bris
lingtou Tunnel. It was at the time of
day when the most wonderful express
train in the world, called the “Flying
Dutchman,” was expected, and by some
unlucky accident a large block of stone
rolled down the ambankmeiit, and
lodged on the railway line. At that
instant the. rear of the "Flying Dutch
man” was heard in the tunnel. Not a
moment was to bo lost, so swiftly down
the bank sped one of the brave nav
vies, to remove the stone and save
hundreds of innocent lives, or perish
in the attempt. He had a wife and
family at home, but lie never thought
of them. Down the steep embank
m t sped the brave fellow, nerve l with
' t.lie combined strength of Sisyphus and
| Vtlas, to move the stone and save his
fellow creatures. On sped the Flying
Dutchman 1 “Quick, for your life,
Jim,” shouted tue companion on the
bank. Alas 1 it was just too late, the
stone was rolled out of tho way, but
the hero was cut to pieces by the tangs
of the murderous train. •
This is as grand and noble a story
as ever was tol l. It is finer than the
tale of "<) im Bin iso,” the moral of
whose story was told with such impet
uous vigor and truth by the author of
“Little Breeches!’’
lie kuowed his duty, a dea l sure thing,
And lie went lor it that and then ;
And Christ ain’t going to be too. hard
On a man that died for men !
If ever there was a brave fellow who
laid down his life for the sake of his
fellow creatures it was this iicro of the
Brislington tunnel. Ilis wife and chil
dren ought to bo looked after, and
have, no doubt, come under the consid
eration of the citizens of Bristol. But
the story ought to live forever.—-JUm
dem Em.
Do you iiivo eoUlisn balls, Mr. Wig
gins? All'. Wiggins, hesitatingly—l
really don’t know; 1 don't recollect
tending one.
I think I have seen you before, sir.
Are you Owen Smith? Oh, yes, lui
owin’ Smith, and owin’ Jones, and owin’
Brown, and owin’ everybody.
A philosopher asserts that, the re’ason
why ladies’ teeth decay sooner than
gentlemen's is because of the friction
of the tongue and the sweetness of the
lips.
This, thought n boy while being troun
ced by liis loud pupa, is very like a
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