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BRUNSWICK ADVERTISES.
BRUNSWICK.
GEORGIA
1 THE LITTLE HAND.
TLc.1 of fhino, my precious child,
How oft its soft caress I woo,
' ask, with nirtny a hope and fear,
bat is that little hand to do?
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The re**<fty Instrument, of play,
It executes tue tauctes quaint
That make thy life one holiday.
It rolls the ball, it guides the pec,
And ciphers strange can deftly trace;
And oft, with warm affection’s gush,
It fondly strokes my careworn face.
The mimic arms it well can wield,
And rein thy small and steady steed,
And when we con the lettered page,
Points to the tiny words we read.
And in thy parents’ hands ’tis clasped,
When night and morn our prayer is prayed,
And pillows oft thy rosy cheek
When slumber’s spell is on thee laid.
’Twill not be always thus, by boy,
For real life has other tasks;
What is that little hand tp do?
Once more thy yearning mother asks.
Is it to guide the seaman’s helm,
Or point the gnn ’mid flashing swords?
Or will it wield the student’s pen,
And clothe thy thoughts in living words
Will it be bard and worn with toil,
Or pale with sickness’ livid hue?
O, could thy mother’s heart divine
What is that little hand to do I
Bet might her fervent prayer prevail,
Unsullied should that hand remain,
Clean from corruption’s filthy touch,
And pare from every sinful stain.
Still ready for thy Master’s work,
The servant of a willing mind,
More prompt to give than to receive,
And grasped in many a greeting kind.
And may another hand be found
To hold it in love’s wedded grasp;
And may the hands which God then joins
Be one till death shall lose their clasp.
cheek enough to stand that
talk, so i left her in a hurry.
When i got here i had $1 and 25
cents left, & i didn’t get no work for
3 days as i ain’t strong enough for a
roustabout (deck hand) on a steam-
bote. The afternoon on the 3d day i
int my last 10 cents for two moons
rge round sea biscuit) and cheese,
was thinking i would have to go on
the dip again kicking pockets), when
said, about
rd when he
bt i would
tryed
all i
?e a poor
it for 3
men, & i
A CONVICT’S STORY.
TOLD BY HIMSELF.
A letter, written by a man who was
recently a convict in a state prison, to
a converted companion who is still at
the prison, was read at a meeting held
in the Presbyterian church in Pough
keepsie, and produced a profound im
pression. The copy is exactly like the
original except names. It tells its
own story so frankly and sincerely
that none can fail to be touched by it,
and it furnishes a grand incentive to
perseverance on the part of those who
labor for the worst classes:
Friend Tom, if i may still call you
so, i know you are surprized to get a
letter from* me, but i hope you wont
be mad at my writing to you. I want
to tell you my thanks for the way you
tallied to me when i was in prison, it
has led me to be a better man. I
guess you thought i did not cair for
what you Baid & and at the first go off
i didn’t, but i noed you was a man who
had don big work with good men, A
want no Sucker, nor want gating, A
all the boys knod it.
I used to think at uite what you said,&
for it i nocked off swearing five months
before my time was up, for i saw it
want no good nohow—the day my
time was up you told me if i would
shake the cross (quit stealing) & live
on the square for three months it
would be the best job i ever done in
my life. The state agent gave me a
ticket to here, A on the car i thought
more of what, yon Inst, said to me, hot
didn’t umke no my mind. When we
got. to Y— on the cars from there to
here i pulled otfanold woman’s leather
(robbed her of her pocketbook)
hadn’t no more than got it off when
i
i
wished i hadn’t done it; for a while
betore i made up my mind to lie
square bloke for three months on your
word, but forgot it when i saw the
leather was a gif (easy to get), but i
kept close to her A wnen she got off
the cars at a way place, i said, mam,
have you lost anything; and she
tumbled her leather was off (found
her purse was gone), is this it, says i,
giving it to her. Well, says she, if
you aren’t honest, but i hadn’t got
i thought of |
a fellors ca "
was in
try it once
it, i got stuck
could get off
fellow a chan
months, for Christs
kept thinking of it over and over as i
went along. About an hour after that
i was in 4th St., & this is what hap
pened, and is the cause of my being
where i am now, & about which i will
tell you before i get done writing. As
i was walking along i herd a big noise
& saw a horse running away with a
carriage with 2 children in it, i grab
bed up a peace of box cover from the
sidewalk and ran in the middle of the
street, and when the horse came up i
smashed him over the head ns hard as
could drive, the bord split to peaces
& the horse checked up a little & i
grabbed the reins and pulled his head
down until he stopped. The gentle
man what owned him came running
up and as Boon as he saw the children
were all rite, he shook hands with me
aud gave me a $50 greenback, and my
asking the Lord to help me came into
my head and i was thunderstruck i
couldn’t drop the reins nor say noth
ing, he saw something was up, & com’
ing back to me said, my boy are you
hurt? A the thought come into my
then to ask him for work,
him to take back the bill A
job, says he jump in here
k about it, but keep the
asked me if i could take
& i said yes, for i used
levery stables, and often
n and drive horses, he
anted a man for that
e me $16 a month
bet i took that
nite in my little
t a longtime
A of what had
got down on
the Lord for
are it, A to
up to it, &
it again A
othes) & a
iy mind, after
done for me i
sort of house to pravers every morning & got
me put in a Bible class in the Sunday
School, which i like very much, for it
helps me to understand my Bible
better.
Now, Tom, the 3 months the
square are up 2 months ago, and as
you said, it is the best job i ever did in
my life, A i commenced another of the
same sort right away, only it is God
helping me to last a lifetime, Tom. J
wrote this letter to tell you i do think
God has forgiven my sins, A herd
your prayers, for you told ine you
should pray for me, i no i love to read
his word & tell him all my troubles, A
he helps me i know for i have plenty
chances to steal, but i don’t feel to as i
once did, & now i take more pleasure
in going to church than to a theater,
<ft that wasn’t so once.
Our minister A others often talk
with me & a month ago they wanted
me to join the church, but i said not
now, i may be mistaken in my feelings,
I will wait awhile. But now i feel
that God has called me, A on the first
Sunday in July i will join the church,
dear friend, i wish i could write to you
as i feel but it can’t do it yet.
You know i learned to read and
PARAGRAPHS OF THE PERIOD.
London has 5,000 miles of gas
drains, 54,000 street lamps, which
burn 3,000,000 cubic feet of gas each
night.
The eitrdown questton is agitating
the whole country. The St. Louis
store girls insist upon reclining^ upon
lounges and reading novels while the
customers are examining goods.
Izaak Walton’s “Compleat An
gler” is being reprinted in London.
If Izaak couid have been hooked in
the jaw once and flopped out into some
place where there was.no air, it might
have set him to thinking whether his
method of torturing the finny tribes
was really worthy of a book. But
Izaak never gave himself up to deep
thought.
A young lady asks: “ Is it proper
for a gentleman to put his arm around
a young lady’s waist when he takes
her out for a ride, they not being en
gaged?” That depends altogether on
the kind oi horse he is driving. If it
lie hard on the bit he had better bold
| the reins with both hands. A gentle
h<
& i
give
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care
to hi
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the job,
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Bible, for
what the
./uuku.ow 7 horse is alwavs the best for a drive-
rite while m prison & i amt got well wilh a Iad ^ever.
enough along to write as l would talk;
i no i a'ut. spelled all the words rite in
this, and lots of other mistakes bu
you will excuse it i no. for you no i
The late white elephant of the
king of Siam was a beast of some
importance. “When the beloved
was brought up in a poorhoase, until i ! animal died the kingdom went into
mourning, and the king, who had been
unmoved by wives or children depart-
ingt is life, wept copiously when thi«
royal brute died. The trunk was em
balmed and laid away in a gold case,
and bits of the preserved skin were
kept in jewel-boxes, while the remain
der of' the carcass was reduced to
ashes.”
run away, A that i never new who my
father and mothe was, and i don’t
know my rite name, & i hope you
wont be mad at me, but i have as
much rite to one name as another and
i have taken your name, for you wont
use it when you get out, i no, and you
are the man i think the most of in the
world; so i hope you wont be mad—i
am doing well, i put $10 a month in
send you some now. I send you with
this a receipt for a year of Littel’s
Living Age, i didn’t know what you
would like A i told Mr. Z , and he
said he thought you would like it.
ney can be thrown violently upon the
floor, rolled along, kicked about; but
it resists all the laws which rule ordi
nary glass. It will not break when
hung upon a flaring gas burner. It
would read a little every nite A morn
ing, & ask him to keep an eye on me.
When i had been there about a
week, Mr. Z (that’s his name)
came in my room one nite, and saw me
reading the Bible. He a«ked if i was
a Christian, and I told him no—he
asked how it was i read the Bible in
stead of papers and books. Well,
Toni, i thought i had better give him a'
square deal on the start, so i told him
all about my being in prison A about
vou, A how i had almost done give up
looking tor work, A how the Lord got
me the job, when i asked liim, A the
only way i had to pay him back was to
read the Bible A square it, A i asked
him to yive me a chance for three
iikiiiins. He talked to me like a
er for a long time A told me i could
Aay, and then i felt better than ever I
had done in mv life, for I had given
Mr. Z a lair start with me A now
i dideut fear no one giving me a black
cap (exposing his past life) A running
me off the job.
The next morning he called me into
the library A gave me another square
talk A advised me to study some every
day A he would help me one or tro
hours every nite. & he gave me an
arithmetic, a spelling book, a geogra
phy, and a writing book, A he Hers me
every nite. He lets me come into the
w.shi was nereyou so i could send you jeo^ three times as much as an ordl-
chuck (refreshments) on holidays, it ' chi but one of tbis
would snoil this wither from here, wil f ftUtlast ^ a (]ozen of the ol(1 . fksll .
but i will send'you a box next thanks-1 j one( j oneg
giving any way. Next week Mr. !
Z takes me into his store as lite j The presence of God is no abstract
porter, A will advance me as soon as i j truth, no mere presence of a sun to
know a little more; he keeps a big j whose light we may lay open our
grauary store, wholesale. j souls as the flowers, the leaves, and
I forgot to tell of my Mission Sunday j be transfigured; but the communion
boys) and got them to come in.
. # presence
’I wo j with whom we may have intercourse
of them knew as much as i did & i had ; as a man with his friend ; to whom we
them put in a class where they could
learn something, i don’t know much
myself, hut as these kids can’t read i
get on nicely with them, i make sure of
them by going after them every Sunday
A an hour before school time, i also got
4 girls to come.
Tell Mack A Harry about me,-if they
will come out here, when their time is
up, i will get them jobs at once.
I hope you will excuse this long let ter j
A all mistakes, i wish that i could see I
you for i can’t write as i would talk, i I
nope the warm weather is curing your j
lungs, i was afraid when you * was !
may speak—speak of everything that
interests us, make requests and have
them granted, ask questions and have
them answereil; one who is not silent
toward us. Oh! let us bathe oux
souls in this joy, drink, yea drink
abundantly an I be refreshed.—Mr \
Churk■*.
The most agreeable class of people
>byists.
bleeding that vou would die.
hereabouts are the female lobbyist-,
of whom there must lie thirty or more.
Some want patents extended, other*
have war claims, and not a few urge
the enactment of private bills. A few
Qi I of them are handsome, others posse
i literary ‘ '
filth-, toy respects to' all the Imys, ami teii!"*»*'? *•
them how i am doing, i an: doing well, % '• f'J, , 10 ‘-‘onventio;:.-
& every one here treats me as kind as ? l Ies 0 ?oc . ,et ) • All have tact, soni-^
.i.„„ xr..'/ : I imve practical common sense, and
they can.
to you some time, i hope^orne day you ' t0 ^ < ? a if- a P‘, lwl
will write to me. I whlch ,Sani Werier warned his father
This letter is from your very true
friend, who vou no ns
Mr. Moody says that a minister
who preaches a long sermon is like a
fisherman who leaves his big net in
the water until all the fish get out;
and that prayer meetings are killed
by stiffness, stereotyped phrases and
long prayers.
to beware show an intimate acquain
tance with the best way of managing
the other sex. In no age or eotiutn.
from the days of Louis XIV. and the
court of Spain, as described bv Gil
Bias, has female influence lieen more
potent than it is here just now. And
among the “rights” of their sex
which they claim is that of taking a
hand in the coming presidential cou
test.— Washington Idler.