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years ago.
8b«. wm seated close beside me.
° n » May day. years ago;
Heart of mine, you must not chide ma
1 was but a boy, you know
'Tis no secret. Til reveallt,
of mine, ’twaa long ago;
■TWelnck of hair. If I did steal it,
I was but a boy, you know.
she pretty? Did I love her?
Heart of mine, ’twas years ago;
And that pang of bliss la over,
I was but a boy, you know.
“ Was ahe rich ?” now that is funny,
Heart of mine, ’twas long ago;
What cared I for lands or money?
1 was but a boy, you know.
“ And you parted —how you missed her”—
Heart of mine, ’twas years ago;
v- “And you pressetl her hand and kissed her,”
I was but a boy, you know.
Do I Jove her yet?—O olden,
Precious past, thou heart of mine;
See, this lock of hair is golden,
And the head that wore it—thine.
THE LOVE LETTER.
“Well, whoever heard the like,” cried
Fanny Harper, as she entered the parlor
and threw herself on the sofa. “ Guess,
mamma, if you ean, what has just hap
pened.”
“I’m sure I don’t know. Perhaps
Sam and Tom have been quarreling.
Dear mo, what torments those children
are!”
“ No; they are both at school. Guess
again, mamma.”
“ Well, then, I dare say that odious
Mrs. Sharp has been hinting that I wear
false hair. False hair, indeed! then,
why—”
“No such thing,” interrupted Fanny;
“ten times worse!”
“Ten times worse!” cried Mrs. Harper,
turning pale. “Oh Fanny, tell me.”
“Well,” said Fanny, sobbing, “Julia
Somers is engaged. ”
“ Engaged? Well I wonder what peo
ple will come to next!”
“Yes, really engaged. If there was
a girl in whom I thought I could place
perfect confidence, it was Julia Somers.
Only a month ago she joined our anti
matrimonial society. Oh, mamma, how
can girls be so foolish! Poor Julia!”
“ Why, what can you mean, Fanny?”
> asked a lady who happened to be present.
“Is it possible that Julia is about to
marry a man unworthy of her? Who is
the dreadful creature to whom she is
engaged?”
“His name is George something—
Thornton, I believe.”
“ Is be intemperate?’’
“ Mercy, no! How could you think of
such a thing? His morals are good
enough.”
“Perhaps he is an ignoramus, then,
or—”
“No, no, no; ho is a very fine young
man, as rich as Croesus, very sensible,
and so handsome! Half the girls in town
are doing for him.”
“ Indeed! Then why is Julia so much
to be pitied?”
“Why, because she is to be married,”
said Fanny, impatiently (she had turned
an old maid’s corner).
“I confess I cannot see the great hard
ship, after all,” suggested Mrs. Harper.
“But there’s the dinner bell.”
Fanny declared, however, that she had
no appetite for dinner, so to her own
room she went to write a long letter to
Julia, in which she pointed out the
trials of married life, and warned her
against the fatal stop. What did Mrs.
Somers do with this letter? She read it
to George, and George twisted it into
twenty lamp-lighters, and the twenty
lamp-lighters were in requisition on a
certain evening of the next week, when
Julia ceased to be Julia Somers.
Months passed away and Fanny, at
Julia’s earnest desire, camo to spend a
a few days with the youthful bride. The
bright color and the playful smile still
dwelt upon her cheek and lip as of yore,
and Fanny might have forgotten that
this was not the Julia Somers of her
early love had not the apparition of a
man’s hat and coat in the hall recalled
her to her senses.
“Well,” thought Fanny, “I’m deter
mined to have as little to do with her
husband as possible. Not a word will
I speak except when he asks a question,
for lam determined to hate him with
all mv heart.”
To'hate George Thornton—the roan
who adored her Julia, who was so hand
some, so sensible, so brimful of love and
kindness for every living thing! Rash
resolve! In the space of one hour Fanny
had opened out her heart to the influence
of his thousand-and-one good qualities,
and he understood her. The week
passed pleasantly, and Fanny went home
and wrote verses.
It was very odd, she thought, and my
reader, you must think as she did that
certain persons of the masculine gender
were constantly interfering with her
private reflections. If she walked she
feared meeting some among the num
ber; if she remained at home she was
sure they would be there to torment her;
if she read, the hero of the novelist or
historian would take the shape of the
Mr. Thompsons, the Mr. Smiths and
the Mr. Jones of her acquaintance; if
she visited, what if Mr. So-and-so
should be there? Poor Fanny!
The years of the life of Fanny Harper
were many. Her younger brothers and
sisters wondered that she had never had
an offer, and Fanny herself wondered,
. and rejoiced—at least she said so. One
morning Mrs. Harper and her five
daughters were seated together in the
parlor, when a violent ring was heard at
the door. It was not time for papa’s re
turn, but that was not papa’s ring, they
were all sure. Great, therefore, was their
surprise when Mr. Harper, puffing and
Canting, rolled into the room, bearing
igh above his head a letter with a great
masculine seal.
The North Georgian.
VOL. IV.
“A letter from a gentleman, as I know
by the flourish he has made on that great
M,” cried Kate, standing on tip-toe and
trving to read the address written on the
letter.
“A love letter, did you say?” criod
Matilda.
“Oh. its for me then,” said Fanny,
decidedly.
“For me, yon mean,” cried Lucy,
who bore the only pretty face of the
family.
“Isn’t it for me?” asked Ann, as she re
membered that Mr. Gustavus Thorp had
walked home with her the last time she
was caught in a shower.
The matter was speedily settled, how
ever, by Kate, who had contrived to gain
possession of the letter, and was reading
“Miss Francis Harper” in no gentle
voice.
“Give it to me directly, and don’t tease
me so, Kate,” cried Fanny.
“Wait a minute till I’ve’found ont who
it’s from,” said Kate, peeping under the
seal. “Let mo see—Thom—Thoinas!
There, do take it.”
My dear reader did you ever write, re
ceive or read a love letter?
“Not I, thank fortune,” growls ths
cross old bachelor.
“Nor I,” sighs poor Aunt Nabby.
“That's a secret,” whispers pfotty El
len.
Well, then to you who know nothing ol
such matters, an explanation or even a
sight of Fanny’s letter would bo unin
telligible; and as for you who have al
ready dozens of your own, you can, of
course, feel little curiosity respecting
this one. Besides, what right have Ito
read you Fanny’s secret?
Fanny came down to dinner with as
air of dignity quite unusual to her.
“Do tell us who the letter was from?”
asked Lucy.
“Shall you say yes?” called Sam, from
tho end of the table.
“Os course she will, and wo will be
uncles and aunts,” roared Tom.
“Thomas, leave the table, directly,”
cried Mrs. Harper.
“Yes, mamma,” said Tom, encouraged
by the blushes and titters of the four
sisters; “but is it for saying that Fanny
would say yes, or that we should bo
uncles and aunts?”
“Go away, you naughty boy!” and
Tom was gone.
When dinner was over, Fanny took
her mother aside and begged her to read
the letter.
“Well,” said Mrs. Harper, after a si
lence of thirty-five minutes, “a very prett y
letter, I must say—but who is this
Thomas Somerby?”
“Why, mamma,” replied Fanny, “I
don’t exactly remember ever seeing him,
but—”
“Ah, well, that’s of no consequence.
Yon shall answer this letter directly—
just the situation for yon. Let me see
lives in the country during the summer
months. La, wo can take the children
and spend at least four out of tho year
with you every season.”
“Dear mamma, you forget that I am
at the head of the Anti-Matrimonial So
ciety,”
“But that’s of no consequence. Only
think of your friend Julia.—such
a nice house—such elegant furniture—
such a sweet baby as she lias!”
“Yes, Julia seems very happy; and,
do you know, mamma, she has really
urged mo of late to be more charitable
in my opinions of gentlemen. After all,
1 have possibly been to severe.”
Fanny retired to her own room to
meditate ujion Mr. Somerby. A tap at
her door aroused her from tho reverie
into which she had fallen, and Kate,
with an air of great importance, made
her appearance.
“And so, Fanny, you are really going
to take this Mr. What’s-his-name? You
needn't blush, formamma has told us all
about it, and we have planned out about
the dresses and everything; and after
you are married you know I shall have
your room, for papa says I may. And
there’s another thing which I must tell
you. Oh, Fanny, I hope I shall have a
love letter some of these days.”
Fanny hardly knew whether to laugh
or cry, but in spite of the grave face
which she found it expedient to put on,
several little smiles twinkled in her eyes,
smiles that said: “Kate, you are a dar
ling, but I musn’t let you know I think
so.”
“Well,” continued Kate, “have you
written the answer? Let me see it, do.
Come now, I shan’t tell the girls what
pretty things you say to him.”
“Katy,” said Fanny, solemnly “you
must not talk any more about the matter.
I confess that it is very hard to disap
point you all and to distress him, but it
must be done.”
Now, if there was anything that Kate
particularly disliked it was to see tears
shed by anybody for any reason; there
fore, as she began to suspect that Fanny
meditated some such act, she lost no
time in retreating.
When Fanny came to tea she was as
sailed by a host of questions, congratu
lations, and kisses from papa, mamma,
her four sisters and three brothers.
“How d’ye do, Mrs. Somerby?” asked
one.
“Now for the wedding cake,” shouted
Tom.
“You’ll let me be bridesmaid, won’t
you?” urged Ann.
“And if Mr. S. gives you a gold watch
won’t you give me your old one?” asked
Matilda.
After tea no one seemed inclined to
set abontany regular employment. Papa
held his newspaper before his eyes as
usual, but it was at last discovered by
Kate that it had been upside down for
an hour. Mamma’s knitting work lay
quietly in her lap, while her thoughts
wandered off to a certain fine house in
the country, where several children ran
BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA., MAY 26, 1881.
about, bearing a decided resemblance to
her daughter Fanny. Matilda, Ann
and Lucy withdrawn into a snug corner,
debated the questions whether he were
handsome or otherwise; if he had dark
hair or light, if he had not several broth
ers, etc.
Dreams, such as had never virited
them before, came this night to the
members of the Harper family. A tall,
melancholy man, with black whiskers
and black coat, disturbed the slumbers
of the gentle Fanny; mamma talked in
her sleep of “fine establishment—just
tho thing for Fan; don’t you think so,
pa?” And Mr. H. answered without
waking: “Yes, my dear, he’ll put his
name on my notes, I dare say.” Pretty
little young men, brothers of Mr. Som
erby, flitted around tho apartments of
Lucy and of Ann, while visions of plum
cake danced temptingly before the eye
of Tom and Sam. ,
Poor Fanny was in sad perplexity.
Her mamma had expressed it as her
opinion that the match was a desirable
one, she had even hinted that her
daughter might never have “another
chance,” and that for her part she could
depart in jwace should she see her fam
ily comfortably settled for life.
And Fanny’s filial affection conquered
all her scrupples, and she resolved to
see, to accept Mr. Somerby.
“Yes,” said she to herself, as she again
dwelt upon the tenderness of the prec
ious letters, “the sacrifice must be made.
I must gratify my dear mother, even
though it be at the expense of my own
happiness. I will be Mrs. Somerby.”
Funny looked out upon the quiet sky,
the moon and stars, and thought, “How
fine a tale could be made from this—a
daughter sacrificing herself for the sake
of her mother!”
It was time to write her answer to the
letter; but how should she begin? Must
it bo with “Mr. Somerby, sir?” Oh, no,
that was too formal. With “My dear
sir?” That was too affectionate. And
when the matter had been settled and
the letter fairly written, the equally im
portant question remained how she
should subscribe herself. Was she to be
“Yours, respectfully,” or “truly,” or
“sincerely,” or “affectionately?” A diffi
cult problem!
But all things have an end, and the
letter was sent. Then it was that
Fanny's heart began to quake. What if
Mr. 8. should not fancy her handwriting?
Perhaps her note was too cold, maybe
too hot; he might not expect an answer
so soon and would be shocked at her
haste. But all those heart-quakings
were in vain—tho letter was gone.
To pass away tho time, which now
hung heavily upon her hands, Fanny
called to tell Julia the whole story. The
kind friend was in raptures. “Just tho
man for you, my dear,” she cried. “So
ho says no has met you in your walks
and at church. Well, I can imagine
how he looks; he’s the very imago of my
husband, I’ve no doubt.”
Fanny next called upon the second di
rectress of the Anti-Matrimonial Society,
a young lady of an uncertain age, and
informed her that for private reasons
she must resign her own office, begging
her friend to make this resolution known
to tho society at their next meeting.
Meanwhile the four sisters ran to tell
the news. Each one had her own par
ticular friend who must not be forgotten,
and in the course of two days, it was
known to all Fanny’s acquaintances that
the fair damsel had been wooed and
won. Tho third day passed, and there
had come no letter from the impatient
lover. Fanny resolved not to sleep a
wink that night. “What will become of
me,” thought she; “I must be in love!”
In the midst of her despair she fell
asleep.
The next morning a little note, sealed
with “Forgive and forget!” was brought
from the office. Fanny ran to her own
room to read it at her ease, pressing it to
her lips all the way up stairs. Behold
the note opened:
“Dear Fanny”—(“Why, how bold!”
thought she) —“We have been amusing
ourselves at your expense by writing you
a letter signed‘Thomas Somerby.’ We
are afraid that wo have carried the mat
ter too far, and must now beg you to
think of this imaginary person no longer.
Now don’t be angry, Fanny dear, for we
are both quite sorry, and are ready to
hunt up for you a real Mr. S., who will
write better letters than the pretended
one. Affectionately,
“Julia and Georoe.”
Fanny sat like one petrified. At last
she slowly rose, looked in the glass to
know if she were pale, tried to faint
away, and called her mamma. Mrs.
Harper’s indignation knew no bounds.
“And so we shall have no wedding,
after all,” said Ann.
“And we shan’t have our new dresses,”
sighed Matilda.
“And there’ll be no wedding cake,”
screamed Tom.
“It was that horrid George Thomp
son,” suggested Fanny.
“What an impertinent fellow,” cried
Kate.
And everybody, vexed and disap
pointed, turned away to fret, to wander
and to scold. Ann and Lucy ran to burn
up the verses which they ’had written
about wedded bliss; Kate descended to
the kitchen to tell the story there, and
Sam. and Tom, having vented their dis
appointment in bestowing upon Mr.
George Thompson the name of “weak
sister,” departed for school.
“I thought it was a hoax all the time,”
said Fanny, the next time she met Julia.
“Oh, did you? Well, lam glad of it.
We were afraid that yon did not suspect
it.”
“La, as if I should ever merry!" re
turned Fanny.
NEWS GLEANINGS.
Twelve hundred cars of lumber and
shingles were shipped from Beaumont,
Texas, during April. ,
Fishermen recently from the gulf
stream report having seen schools of
Spanish mackerel which were unprece
dented in number.
Maine capitalists have formed a com
pany, with stock fixed at $200,090,
bought property opposite the City Hall
at Hot Springs, Ark., and. will ereCt a
mammoth iotel.
Haynesville (Ala.) Examiner: We
notice the millions of locusts all over
this section of the county. They eat
the leaves of trees, grass, etc., but have
not bothered the creps as yet.
The late Dr. Henry Hull, who was
born in Wilkes ceunty, Ga., in 1708,
and died May 10, 1881, was professor of
mathematics and astronomy in the State
University at Athens, Ga., 1829-1846.
He was associated vith General Andrew
Jackson in concluding the treaty with
the Cherokee Indians.
Certain colored military companies
have applied for admission into the
State militia of Louisiana. These or
ganization will be mustered in when
properly perfected and uniformed, if
they pass inspection. The New Orleans
States says that one of these companies,
the Attacks Guards, called after the first
colored man killed on the battle field
during the civil war, has existed, in an
independent condition, for some time,
and bears a fair character for instruc
tion and dicipline.
Dr. W. C. Capebeart, who owns two
fisheries on Albemarle sound, in North
Carolina, told a Herald reporter that he
thought the spawning ground of the
striped bass or rock fish has been found.-
If it can be defiinitely located he thinks
that the results will be beyond compu
tation, and the rock will rapidly become
the ..most important fish in Southern
waters.
Anderson (8. C.) Intelliecncer: There
is some tai k—in fact, a strong probabil
ity—that an effort will be made in An
derson this summer to elect a dry ticket,
and in view of this movement we are
informed that the wholesale liquor deal
ers residing outside of the State have,
by their salesmen, promised to contri
bate from two to six barrels of whisky
towards controlling tne vote in favor of
a continuance of license. * * * We
will not submit to outside interference
in our municipal elections, and those
engaged in the liquor business, either
within or without the town, had better
not undertake to control those elections
by contributions of free whisky by
parties outside of the State.
Hawkinsville (Ga.) Dispatch: In
Dcdge county last week the editor of
th is paper talked with the tax receiver
of that county. He gave us figures
showing that the taxable property of
that ceunty had increased in 1889 over
1879 to the amount of over SIIB,OOO, or
about twenty per cent. On Saturday
last the late tax receiver of Pulaski
county informed us that the taxable
property of this county had increased
during the last four years nearly a half
million dollars, or from $1,125,000 to
$1,160,000. In Telfair county the in
crease in one year was about $150,000,
and in Coffee county the increase was
about $135,000.
Minden, La., correspondence New Or
leans Democrat: Webster parish is
noted for an abundance of fish and
game. Hundreds, we might say thous
ands of persons, make it convenient to
spend a few days during the spring or
summer on the banks of the Dorchete
catching fish. The bayou is at these
seasons literally filled with cat, buffalo,
trout, black and striped bass, white or
speckled perch, red perch and goggle
eye, pike, gar, turtle, etc. Deer, wild
turkey, etc. are so numerous in the flats
west of the Dorchete, as to seriously
annoy farmers. In the winter season
an immense number of wild fowl are
found in Lake Briteneau —the various
kinds of duck, brant, geese and occa
sionally a swan. The parish is indeed a
hunter’s paradise.
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A New England pastor called upon
one of his deacons with whom he was at
a variance, and, with an air of great sol
emnity, said: “ Brother, it is a shame
that this quarrel of ours should bring
scandal upon the chureh. I have prayed
earnestly for guidance in the matter,
and have come to the conclusion that
you must give in, for I cannot.”—Z<ou»s
ville Courier-Journal.
Effect of Dynamite in a Boston Man’s
Stomach.
Mr. Meatmarket deserved sympathy.
The assassination of the Czar eaueed
much discussion of the power of dyna
mite, aud in a beer saloon one day Mr.
M. expressed the belief that if a dog were
to swallow a teaspoonful of the stuff and
then be thrown from a fourth-story win
dow ho would blow up with a concussion
that would loosen all .the plastering
within a quarter of a mile. The proposi
tion seemed absorb to Mr. Gallagher.
He resolved to test the sincerity of
Meatmarket’s belief. Going behind the
bar ho mixed a drink, and after the lat
ter had swallowed the drink Gallagher
informed him that there was something
like five spoonfuls of dynamite in it. Tho
horror that took possession of Meat
market was indescribable. Ho evidently
was sincere. He drew a pistol to shoot
Gallagher, but didn’t dare to fire for fear
the concussion would cause him to ex
plode. And the crowd wanted him to be
careful. And ho begged them to move
lightly, and took off his boots so as not
to jar, and the streets -were crowded and
every body seemed to jostle him. He
had a horrible time getting home, and
arrived there in a cold sweat and nearly
exhausted. Just as ho entered tho house
his wife rushed to embrace him. He
warned her off. Then his son upset the
stove and gave him a terrible scare. Ho
retired to his chamber and lay on afeathor
bed, and gave orders that nobody should
walk, excepton tiptoo, and without shoes,
in tho house. He didn’t dare to take an
emetic to remove the stuff, for fear it
would be exploded in coming up. And
the agonies of terror he suffered were
awful. There was danger of his going
mad. But the worst was to come. Some
how his house got aflro. It had got
groat headway when discovered, and his
only escape was to jump from a second
story window. Whether to die by burn
ing or explosion was a terrible question
to decide. His distress of mind was
dreadful; but the hot flames drove him
to the leap. Ho expected on alighting
to blow himself and all the bystanders
into eternity, and he yelled to them to
stand away; but they didn’t, and he had
to leap among them. To his amazement
he didn’t fly into a thousand fragments.
Ho only skinned his hands and knees.
He rose up the happiest man in Boston.
But when ho began to tell of his marvel
ous escape they informed him he was the
victim of a joke. He hadn’t swallowed
any dynamite. Thon his wrath was
greater than his terror, and it took four
mon to hold him till ho calmed down a
little. And he is only waiting to meet
Gallagher to cut that gent’s throat.—
Boston Post.
Her Illustrious Grandfather.
New Orleans has some very wealthy
families who refer with pride to their an
cestors. A few evenings ago Miss De
Smith-Ryan was entertaining some visit
ors at her house, and, pointing to a pic
ture on tho wall, she said: “That is my
illustrious grandfather. He was a man
who seemed fitted by nature to occupy
tho higher walks of life, and was never
satisfied unless he stood at the very top
of the ladder.” Her aged grandmother
entered the parlor, and, hearing the
latter part of her remarks, exclaimed:
“Sure, that’s the truth you spake, my
child. Och! I’ll nivir forget the day—
bad cess to it—when poor Dinnis fell
from the top of the ladder wid all the
bricks upon him, and was afther break
in’ his ribs aginst the ground—poor
dear man! Bo the powers, in those
times the divil a bit more could ho make
than phorty cints a day, and ” But
the honest old lady’s voice was drowned
by the banging of the piano as Miss De
Bmith-Ryan struck up: “I Wandered by
the Sea-beat Shore. ”
A wondertolly gigantic scheme has
been brought to the attention of
the Now York General Assembly, in
the shape of a water route from New
York to Chicago. It is proposed to util
ize the Erie Canal by lining it through
out its entire length (352 miles) with a
thick layer of hydraulic cement, at a cost
of SIO,OOO a mile, or $3,500,000 for the
entire length. The western part of the
plan contemplates a canal of equal ca
pacity with the Erie across Southern
Michigan, by which it is estimated 1,000
miles of lake navigation can be saved.
The capital is to bo furnished by the
Western capitalists, who will ask no re
muneration from New York for the '.(<■
provement to the Erie Canal unt _.c
whole canal debt is paid off, .’ -ci are
willing to trust their reimbursement
then to the honor of the people, who
must amend the State Constitution be
fore a dollar can be paid for any such
purpose. The canal will afford naviga
tion for steam propellers of moderate
size, which will average a speed of fif
teen miles an hour.
How He Went Into Leadville.
During the first Leadville excitement
the means of transportation thither were
taxed to their utmost capacity, an l the
stages rolled slowly over the high passes
and into the camp, laden with excited
and expectant passengers. One day
I such a coach load met a forlorn-looking
man tramping in the opposite direction,
clad in rags, and carrying his scanty ef
fects on his back. To their “chaffing”
he listened with perfect good nature, and
then dryly replied, “That’s all right,
boys—that’s all right; I went into Lead
ville with my store clothes on, and on
top of a coach. ”
The Golden Rule, says that “it costs a
community more to support one liquor
saloon than it does to run half a dozen
churches,” and tho Retailer remarks
that “there’s more fun in the one saloon
than in the six churches.”
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'GEMS OF THOUGHT.
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On every night there lies repose.
Imagination is the greatest despot.
There is no real life but cheerful life. *
Want of good sense is the Worst kind
of poverty.
Impatience dries the blood sooner
than age or sorrow.
Love without return is like a question
without an answer.
Love, faith, patience—the three essen
tials to a happy life.
Pride hath two seasons—a forward
spring and a early fall.
It is best not to dispute where there
is no possibility of convincing.
As a fire is discovered by its own light,
so is virtue by its own excellence.
Ideas are like beards; men do not have
them till they grow up— Voltaire.
Pretty women are like sovereigns; one
flatters them only through interest.
There are three classesof men; the ret
rograde, the stationary, tlte progressive.
Great soulh by instinct to each other turn
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn.
—Addison.
Suspicions among thoughts are like
bats among birds; they ever fly by twi
light.
Always there is a black spot in our
sunshine; it is the shadow of ourselves.
—Carlyle..
The wise man as well as the fool makes
blunders. The wise man, however,
never makes the same blunder twice.
Aitearnces are nothing, if you are in
the right, but if you are in the wrong
you must pay especial attention to them.
No man knows what. a ministering
angel his wife is until ho has gone with
her through tho fiery trials of this world.
.There's not a heart, however rude,
But hath some little flower,
To brighten up its solitude.
And scent the evening hour.
Pleasure is seldom found where it is
sought. Our highest blazes of gladness
are commonly kindled by unexpected
sparks.
The best way to apologize is to do
such a kindness to the offended one that
he will forget that you ever attempted to
injure him.
As man is the wiser for his learning,
it may administer matter to work in, cr
objects to work upon; but wit and wisdom
are born with a man.
Well, well the world must, turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails,
And live and die, make love and pay our taxes,
And as the veering mind shifts, shift our m«ils.
The way to produce a smile on the
face of nature is to plant it with seeds of
flowers. Tickle nature in that way and
she will laugh with blossoms.
The foundation of every good govern
ment is the family. The best and most
prosperous country is that which has the
greatest number of happy firesides.
Many a splendid genius was the despair
of a good father when young. But all
of a sudden he awoke and went into ac
tion like a soldier into battle, and made
a name that will live forever.
The two most precious things on this
side of the grave are our reputation and
our life. But it is to be lamented that
the most contemptible whisper may de
prive us of one, and the weakest weapon
of the other.
Love 1 what is it, and whence comes
it? How much has been written about
it, and how idly! Neither statement,
comparison, nor analysis avails. Love is
love, a thing like nothing else in the
world—as real as a second sight. It
alone bestows the power of seeing a
hundred new truths otherwise invisible.
—Michelet.
Poor flour should never be bought for
bread; the best is cheapest. Paus for
wheat bread should be greased very
lightly, cither with butter or lard; for
rye, Indian or graham, they must be
greased more thoroughly, as the dough
clings to the pans more. Bread or any
thing containing much starch should be
eaten slowly. A crust of French bread
eaten very slowly at the beginning of a
meal often improves tho appetite of del'*-
oAte people.
In some of the rural districts of Italy,
a lover who wishes to make a declaration
of his passion places rose leaves before
the door of the lady. If she rejects him
she sweeps them away; but if she accepts
him the rose leaves remain.
“I don’tjwant that Stuff,”
Is what a lady of Boston said to her
husband when he brought home some
medicine to cure her of sick headache
and neuralgia which had made her so
miserable for fourteen years. At the
fisst attack thereafter, it was adminis
tered to her with such good results, that
she continued its use until cured, and
made st enthusiastic in its praise, that
she induced twenty-two of the best fam
ilies in her circle to adopt it as their
regular family medicine. That “stuff”
is flop Bitters.—Standard.
When some one can invent a five
barreled revolver which can be sold for
twenty-five cents, every city can do away
with at least two school-houses at the
I end of the first year. It is simply neces
sary to buy a little more burying-ground.
I —Detroit Free Press.
Your Mind Will Orow Blront
Mid great, not by what you reject, but by what
i yon cordially accept and believe. Your health
: will improve, just in proportion as you obey
I Nature’s law«. If your mind is diseased, re
fresh it with suitable relaxation. If the two
great organs of your body, the kidney aud liver,
are out of order, restore them by using War
tier’s Hafo Kidney and Liver Cure. The mind
can be kept clear by care aud the kidneys and
liver by the great remedy above mentioned.