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BRUNSWICK,
GEORGIA.
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THE CHRISTIAN MARTYR.
BY DXLAROCHE.
The body of ft martyred Christian ma
sented floating at evening down the Tiber,
"Did ye mark when the maiden was hurled?
Did ye listen the horrible splash?
And, after this rage ol the world,
Canye hear now the cold water plash
About tier? end see ve fifflr the ditn sun
Setting sicMy and wan at the deed that is was the onlj' passenger,
doner'
I beard; but I now do not hear J
For I listen an infinite song,
which is all in sweet tune on my ear
Without waves as they bear her along—
Tia of joy 1 and yon light is no vision for
lorn— e
Us an omen, but less of the night than the
moral
This daughter of God hath been proved,
And what now, if so cast to the waves,
For awhile, for His sake, whom she loved,
I’ this wilderness-water of .'raves,
She sojourns? awaiting the beautiful hour
Whe He comes with His
and power?
'Tis her body so sojourns! her soul,
Blessed ghost! hath sped over the stream;
And see, as the dark waters roll,
They bear on their bosom a gleam
Of her Eden—the shore where, secure from
her woes.
Her sweet spirit abides in its happy repose!
Let me live in such faith! let me die
Such a death! let such music and light—
The glad song of the choirs of the sky,
The bright gleam of such robes washed
white—
Mark mine end! and, like hers, let my body
be borne
Down the river of night to the seas of the
morn!
The Revel of the Winds.
And now we can begin to approach
the Belf-constituted guardian of the
entire group—the domineering master
who drives its members all about be
fore him with a temper more capri
cious than their own, hut whose guid
ance is so absolutely indispensable to
them all, that without his aid neither
clouds, nor rain, nor snow, nor shadow
could move one inch. What would
they all be .without wind? In order
to completely govern them, wind as
sumed as many forms as color does;
and even in these days of observato
ries and weather-charts it is scarcely
possible to establish a complete cata
logue of them all. There are hot and
cold winds, wet winds and dry winds,
sea winds and land winds, permanent
winds like the trades, periodical winds
like the monsoons, and variable winds
like* those we have around us here;
there are mountain winds, valley winds,
and plain winds; “brave west winds,”
hard northeasters and “faintmg air;”
and there are all the varieties «f local
winds special to particular districts,
like the eiwco in Italy, the simoon in
Arabia, the kfitnsin in Egypt, the har»*
anattan in (Guinea, the mistral in
France, the “feot winds” in Australia,
the fohn'in Switzerland, tkfc tototes in
the Gulf of Mexico, BWt all these
diversities arey in faulty, alike in their
origin and ttAUife; from the lazy
breath frbfch does not lift a leaf to the
hurricane which voyages twice as fast
as the quickest railway train, they aro
all substantially identical, for all are
currents in the atmosphere. If there
were no wind, weather would be im
movable it would rise up and disap
pear on .he same spot according to lo
cal causes; there would be no sort of
relationship or sympathy between the
weather dfwliferftit districts. If there
were no wit&lr the modern science of
meteorology would have no existence|;
for if nothing carried storms and ruin
in a recognized direction, and with a
recognized speed, we could not be
told by telegraph what will probably
be the nature of the weather round
our coast to-morrow. Steam has ren
dered us tolerable independent of wind
for navigation, but thus far the other
uses of wind have not been replaced
by machinery; it alone continues,
amongst other of its occupations, to
he the sole known means of transport
ing clouds about the sky.—BhuJcwootfs
Magazine.
Slang of Artiste.
The conversation ofartiste,whenit has
reference to their profession, is usually
patched up with phrases peculiar to
themselves, and which may not im
properly be called the slang of art.
This jargon, when heard by persons
unacquainted with its application, is
apt to load to awkward mistakes. A
laughable instance occurred lately.
A party of artists were traveling in a
stage coach, in which, besides them*
(selves, a sedate, venerable old lady
was the only passenger. The conver
sation among the artists ran as follows:.
“ How playful those ciouds are!—that
group to the left is sweetly composed,
though perhaps a little too solid and
rocky tor the others. I have seen
nothing of ’s lately. I think he
is clever. He makes all his flesh too
chalky. You must allow, however,
that he is very successful with the
ladies.” The old lady began to exhibit
., __ , symptoms of uneasiness, and at the
kingdom and glory c ] 0@e G f eac jj conversation cast an
anxious and inquiring look at the
speaker. Her companions, however,
unconscious of the alarm they were
exciting (for she entertained doubts as
to their sanity), went on in the sartie
style. She, heard them, to her in
eroding dismay, talk of a farm-house
coming out from the neighboring
trees, and of a gentleman’s grounds
wanting repose. At length they ap
proached an old Villiage church. A
great many observations were made
about the keeping, etc., of the scene,
which the old lady bore with tolerable
ma r nanimity; but at last one of the
party exclaimed, in a kind of enthu-
siams, “ See how well the woman in
the red cloak carries off the tower.”
This was too much. The lady scream
ed to the coachman to stop, paid him
her fare, although advanced only half
way on her journey, and expressed her
thankfulness for having escaped alive
from such a set of madmen.
A GENTLE WORD IS NEVER LOST.
BT GEOBGE COOPER. ‘
A gentle word is never lost,
Ob, never then refuse one;
It cheers the heart when sorrow-toss'd,
And lulls the cafes that braise one;
It scatters sunshine o'er our way .
And turns our thorns to (roses;
It changes weaiy night to day,
And hope and love discloses.
A gentle word is never lost— * *
Thy fallen brother needs it;
How easy said I how small the cost,
With peace and comfort speeds it!
Theh drive the shadow from thy cheek,
A smile can well replace its
Our voice is music when we speak
Wth gentle words to grace it.
PARAGRAPHS OP THE PERXD.
Our Faces.
The countenance of a nation define
the characteristics of its people. Every
human face indicates the moral train
ing as well os the temperament and
the ruling traits of its owner, just as
much os every human form indicates
the quality and amount of its physical
exercise. This is proven by the va
rieties of human faces everywhere vis
ible. Those whose lives have been
given to physical labor, unbrightened
by an education of ideas, have always
stolid, stupid expression, even while
their limbs and muscles are splendidly
developed. The more savage a people,
the uglier they arc in facial develop
ment. The very features i>? their
faces are disfigured by violent and un
governed passions. People whose em
ployments are intellectual invaribly
have a large, clear gaze, a bright out-
raying expression, as if from an in
ward light shining through a vase.
Where a fine organization and a deep
sensibility accompany the practice of
intellectual pursuits, often the features
take on a transparent, luminous look.
Persons endowed with powerful sensi
bility, however plain their features,
always have moments of absolute
beauty. “ My sister-in-law is plain,”
said one lady of another, who possessed
such a countenance, “but I have seen
her so absolutely beautiful at times
that she drew everybody in the room
toward her. When she is very happy,
her face kindles with an absolute rnrii-i ■*-*
ance. The refiniug effects of high cul
ture, added to deep religious feeling,
not only subdue evil passions, but
beautify and elevate the entire expres
sion and bearing of an individual.
Thus it is a physical os well as a moral
fact, that it is in the power of every
person to improve his own heauty as
well as bearing by a constant control
of passion and temper, and a deep,
constant cultivation of the intellectual
faculties, pure affections and the moral
tunare.
The only teller of news is the poet.
When he sings, the world listens with
the assurance that now a secret of
God is to be spoken. ,
A man made three successful at
tempts to blow his brains out, and
then his wife said to him, “ Don’t try
it again, John ; you haven’t got any.
That man now goes about 6aying he
owes his life-to that woman.
Pat had been engaged to kill » tur
tle for a neighbor, and proceeded im
mediately to cut off its head. Pat’s
attention was called to the fact that
the turtle still crawled about, though
it had been decapitated, and he ex
plained : “ Sure the baste is entirely
dead, only he is not yet conscious of
it.”
Religion is not confined to devo
tional exercises, but rather consists in
doing all we are qualified to do, with
a single eye to God’s glory and will,
from a grateful sense of his mercy to
us. This is the alchemy which turns
everything into gold, and stamps a
value upon common actions.
To find one who has passed through
life without sorrow, you must find one
incapable of love or hatred, of hope or
fear—one that hath no memoir of the
post and no thought of the future—
one that hath no sympathy with hu
manity, and no feeling in common
with the rest of the species.
He eat in a railway car. His head
was thickly covered with a mass of
red hair. Behind him in a seat sat a
man with hardly any hair on his head,
He said to him, “I guess you wasn’t
round when they dealt out hair.”
“Oh, yes, I was,”replied bald-headed,
“ but they offered me a lot of red hair,
and I told them to thlQW it into the
ash bin.”
Yqij have seen the ivy and the
woodbine clustering around our walls.
Well, that is just the way sometimes
the sweetest Christian graces cling to
rough hard natures. Jesus sometimes
takes us as stones in the walls of his
church, but he has to trim us off pretty
well to make us fit. By nature we
don’t harmonize with goodness, and
purity and devotion.
The line of conduct chosen by a
boy duripg the five years from fifteen
to twenty will, in almost every in
stance, determine his character for
life. As he is then careful or careless,
prudent or imprudent, industrious or
indolent, truthful or dissimulating,
intelligent or ignorant, temperate or
dissolute, so will he be in after years,
and it needs no prophet to cast his
horoscope or calculate his chances.
Ben Wood Davis gives this defini
tion of “The Soul” in the New York
with a certain proportion of carbona-
ceous matter, and incorporate the*
whole, by means of hydraulic cement,
into solid masses or lumps, like conr
crete or mortar, these blocks being
then placed in an ordinary smelting
furnace, in layers alternating with,
such proportion of fuel as will,- in con
junction with that contained in the
blocks, effect the complete and
thoroughreduction of the incorporated
ore. A supplementary fuel or com
bustion chamber is provided, exterbe*
to the smelting furnace, with an c-rsn—
ing into the latter opposite the waist-
—:— nozzle b” which means WtwsiHi--
ious coal, coal-dust, or other suitable^
fuel may be employed, in quantity
easily regulated, and burned under-
the impact of the blast and supply
heat. The fuel-chamber is also pro
vided with a feed, hopper, rod, andi
alarum, to indicate when the fuel is at - ,
such a state as to require replenishing-
or renewal, this being indicated by
the descent of the rod, as the fuel is
burnt away, acting on a bell?
Location of Brains.—J. Henry’s
young hopeful had been behaving;
badly when his uncle was there to din
ner. He had, indeed, gone to the
extent of asking the dignified and
rather crabbed brother of his ma how
he got “a skating-rink on the top of
his head.” John Henry chuckled a
little in secret at this, for he had his
own opinion of his wife’s relatives;
but when the boy, who remembered
his own early teaching, advised his.
uncle not to make “such a bustin’'
noise” when he “chawed,” there wa&
nothing for mamma to do but to take,
him up-stairs for a brief introduction
to the slipper. “Well,” said the
uncle, as the young hopeful returned,
red as to his face, and unsteady in his
breathing—“Well, did you have some
brains beaten into you ? ” “ Brains ? ”
gulped the little fellow, with a sob,
ana moving his hands about uneasily
in his pantaloons pockets—“ May be
your brains is there, but mine hain’t.”
Remedy for insomnia.—The sim
ple remedy for insomnia suggested by
Frank Buckland has attracted consid
erable attention on account, at least,.
of its novelty. The fact that opiates
in any form leaves traces of their in.
fluences the next morning induced
him, he says, to prescribe for himself
—as he has also frequently prescribed
for others—onions, simply common
raw onions. The well known taste of
onions is due to a peculiar-essential oil
contained in them, and this oil has
highly soporific powers, which, in hi3
own case, Mr. Buckland avers, never
fails. If much pressed with work, and
feeling an inability to sleep, his prac
tice is to eat two or three small onions,
the effect of which is magical in pro
ducing the required repose. Such a
remedy has a great advantage over
the stupefying drugs commonly resorted
to for this’ purpose, and is even pre
ferable to the liquor opii sedat. and
chlorodyne and medical practice.
The Honlis a two-fold creation—
One part an infinite sea
Within whose caverns lie treasures
That sparkle alluringly.
The other part is a diver,
Who leaps in this infinite sea
To gather a few of these jewels
Of wonderful rarity.
And sometimes he comes to the surface,
A jewel or two in his hand ;
But, alas! how often he rises
With nothing but seaweed and sand!
Another process is now proposed
for smelting iron, the idea bemg to
pulverize the ore and fluxing materials ’ thing left.
The use of borax in Europe fc r-
washing is well known, the addition of
a large handful of borax* instead of
soda, to ten gallons of water being suf
ficient to save half the quantity of
soap ordinariallv required. For light
fabrics and cambrics a moderate quan
tity is to be used; but for articles which
require to be made stiff a strengthened
olution is necessary. Lcing a neutral
salt, it does not affect the texture of
linen in the slightest degree; and as it
softens the hardest water, it is much
used in washing generally.
Two sons of Erin were standing by
a hydraulic press, when one of them
called out to the other: “Jim, I’d
like to put ye under andsquaze the divil
out of ye.” “ Would ye, include, my
boy?” was the answer. ’ “Squaze the
divil out o’ you andtfiere would bo no- .