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tThe Moneyless Man.
BY HEXKY T. STANTON.
Is there no secret place on the face of the
earth,
Where charity dwelletb, where virtue has
birth ?
Where bosoms in mercy aud kindness will
heave,
When tle poor and the wretched shall a-k
and receive?
Is there no place at ail, where a knock from
the poor,
Will bring a kind angel to open the door ?
Ah, search the wide world wherever you can
There is no open door lor a moneyless Man
Go look in you hall wheie the chandeliers’
light
Drives off with Its splendor the darkness ot
night,
Where the rich-hanging velvet in shadowy
fold
Sweeps gracefully down with its trimmings
of gold,
And tlifc mirrors of silver, take up, and re
new,
In Joag lighted vistas the ’wilderiug view :
Go there! at the banquet, aud tlud, il you
can,
A welcomiug smile for a Moueyless Alan 1
Go, look hi yon church of the cioud-reach
iug spire,
Which gives to the sun bis same look of red
tire.
Where the arches and columns are gorgeous
within.
And the wads seem as pure as a soul without
sin ;
Walk down the long aisles, see the rich and
the great
In the pomp and the pride of their worldly
estate ;
Walk down in your patches, aud find, if you
can,
Who opens a pew to a Moneyless Man.
Go, look in the Banks, where Mammon his
tola
His hundreds aud thousands of silver aud
gold ;
Where, safe from the hands of the starving
aud poor,
Lies pile upon pile ot the glittering ore!
Walk up to their coitutens— ah, there you
may stay
’Til your limbs grow old,' ’til your hairs grow
gr-'y.
And you'll find at the Banks not one of the
clan
With money to lend to a Moneyless Man!
Go, look at yon Judge, in bis dark-flowing
gown,
With the scales wherein law weigheth equity
down ;
Where be frowns on the weak aud smiles on
the strong,
And punishes right whilst he justifies wrong ;
Where juries their lips to the Bible have
laid,
To render a verdict—they've already made ;
Go there in the court-room, aud find if you
can,
Any law for the cause of a Moneyless Man !
Then go to your hovel -no raven has fed
The wife who has suffered two long for her
bread ; •
Kneel down hy her pallet, and kiss the death
frost
From the lips of the angel your poverty lost:
Then turn in your agony upward to God,
And bless, while it smites you, the chasten
ing rod.
And you'll find, at the end of your life’s lit
tle span,
There’s a welcome above for a Moneyless
Man.
A Warning. —To the men, and
particularly the young men and
boys, I would say a few farewell
words. Look at me,l am on the scab
fold about to be launched into the
other world. What has brought me
to this? Let me tell you and let
these words ring forever in your
ears. It was whisky and the car
rying of fire arms. Whisky and
the bearing of pistols have ruined
me. If you do not want them to
ruin you, if you do not want to be
imprisoned, and in the end brought
to the scaffold, don’t drink liquor,
don’t carry fire arms.” Jeremiah
Bailey , on the scajfold, at New
Madrid, Dec. 13, 1870.
The following lines are sup
posed to have been written by an
editor who was insane, for certain
ly no sane man could dream any
thing so improbable i
I bad a dream the other night.
When everything was still (
I dreamed that each subscriber
Came up and paid bis bill ;
Each wore a look of honesty.
And smiles were round each eye,
As they hanued over the stamps
They yelled “How’s that for high ?”
- Spend little, speak truth, spend
little, pay cash.
CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, JANUARY 27, 1871.
The Resources and Pleasures of a
Cultivated Mind.
A cultivated mind has attracted
the attention of the multitude in all
ages of the world. It carries with
it a mysterious power and spiritual
majesty that strikes the uncultiva
ted with awe and wonder. Knowl
edge has always been regarded as
assimulating us to the gods Its
pathway’ has been strewn with flow
ers ; its brov has worn the bright
est crown; it has sat upon the
proudest throne; it has wielded
the mightiest scepter of power; and
at its shrine men have worshipped
with an eastern idolatry What is
the earth, rolling her vast circuit
among the countless hosts of
worlds, with all its rich and gorge
ous furniture, but an embodied
thought of the Divine Mind? What
is the glory flashing magnificence
of heaven, with its diamond stars,
silver moon, and dazzling sun, that
roll and shine in the void immense,
but the visible form of a beautiful
thought evolved from the intellect
es the Father of Lights? What
are all the stirring, sublime, and
wonder teeming mysteries of the
vast universe, but so many sparks
thrown off amid the scintillations of
the Infinite Hind ?
All the works of man —the cnlti
vated fields, the mill-dotted streams,
the village deck xl plains* the city
girt continents, the iron laid roads,
the wire-linked nations, the e .Il
wreathe 1 oceans, and the cloud-cap
ped pyramids—all existed first in
the minds of their projectors. The
creations of genius, the statuary of
the sculptor, the portraits of the ar
tist, the demonstrations of the phi
losopher, the songs of the bards,
and the lore of the scholar, were
all first “ pictured in the mind.”
Intellect is our highest natural
endowment. Through this channel
we can alone hold communion with
nature aud nature’s God. To culti
vate the mind —to expand its fac
ulties—is to enlarge the vessel and
multiply the streams of joy which
are designed to fill it. How lew-,
how grovelling, are the pleasures of
a mind that is wholly uncultivated ;
and how vast, how exquisite, are
the joys of a truly expanded and
cultivated intellect! To such a man
there are a thousand voices that
speak the language of wisdom, to
which the ear of the other is totally
deaf. He not only enjoys the com
mon pleasures of life, in a degree
greatly elevated by his cultivation,
but he also holds in his hands the
keys that unlock the sublimest treas
ures of the universe, and give to
him the power to scale the heights
ot glory where angels stand. He
fiuds instruction everywhere
“ books in running brooks, sermons
in stones,” and a voice in every
thing, bidding him to a great feast
of intellectual pleasure. The blade
of grass translates its mystical lan
guage for his delight; the delicate
leaf breathes its silent lesson of wis
dom; and the tiny flower opens its
roseate petals to his admiriug gaze.
The ocean sings for hioi a psalm of
praise; every mountain is to him
an oracle more certain than Delos
or Delphi; the groaning earthquake
sends to him a voice of instruction
from below ; the fulminating throes
of volcanic heat and flume give him
a great torch light to read earth’s
ancient history by ; the sighing
wdnds send to his soul a soothing,
placid calm; the vapor-wreathed
clouds tell him of the goodness and
wisdom of God in their mysterious
mission to man ; the lightnings
flash aud fly to show him the speed
ot its “ fiery wing,” as a carrier-pig
eon for the world; the coinits’
streaming banners tell him of the
immensity of space in which they
have tried their rapid wings of
light; the stars bring him historic
records of those wiio have gazed
upon their stellar beauty in centu
ries past and gone; the beautiful
but ever-changing moon proclaims
to him that all things here below
arc transitory ; aud the sun, that
glorious illuminator aud governor
ot the sular system, pours down his
orient beams, every ray of which is
a dispatch from that gorgeous
sphere of light, calling to his mind
all that soience has discovered
about this vast orb —its luminous
atmosphere, its revolutions on its
axis, its tremendous centripetal
powers, its vast distance from us,
and its almost God-like influence up
on tnis terrestrial ball.
Yet the pleasures of a cultivated
mind do not stop here. The man
ot literary taste and culture can
hold communion with the wisest
and best minds of all ages and
climes. While he can have access
to the best society of his day, yet
he is not confined to this alone. He
can wander through the lore of an
tiquity, dive into the very depths
of her philosophy, and bring up
the pearls of Thought which have
been buried for ages; hecaucon
sult her oracles; sit at the feet of
her statesmen, orators, philosophers
and poets; converse with the Magi
in the balmy gardens of the East, or
revel in the legends that gather
arouud the name ot Haroun-al-Rus
chid, reposing in the peaceful
t hades of the classic Arne. He
may listen to the blind old bard of
Scio, as he sin s, in flowing num
bers, the adventurous deeds of his
Grecian heroes ; to the immortal
Tully, as he utters the words of fire
and flame, of thought and pow’er,
which stirred the iron-hearted yeo
manry’ of Rome, and “ made his
name the imperishable thing it is;”
to the soft, flowing strains of Tasso,
as he depicts the Magic wonders of
which he sang; to Milton, the sub
limest bard of the old Albion Isle,
as he Beats himself “ where angels
bashful stand,” and, in visions of
fancy, describes the evil machina
tions of devils damned, and enroll
ed his name among those “ who
were not born to die ;” to Pollok,
Caledonia’s youthful bard, as he
touches the cords of his immortal
lyre to sing the “ Course of Time ”
—to all the great, and good, and
wise, he may listen, as though he
had lived in company with each and
all.
But, aside from all these vast re
sources of pleasure, who can tell
the inherent, subjective re«ources
of a well-cultivated mind ? It is a
mine of wealth sparkling with jew
els. It is a world within itself.—
The mind is self moving—creating
its own joys and sorrows. It
weaves the golden woof of life in
Fancy’s loom. The sweetest flow
ers of Hope grow in Imagination’s
fertile soil. The richest treasures
of Time are locked up in the ar
chives of Memory. The most
cheering thoughts to us are the ex
cogitations of our own mind. The
most satisfactory solutions of life’s
problems are those of our own
demonstrating. The mind not only
furnishes its own pleasures, but it
grows by what it feeds on. Each
successive effort adds to its power;
every new thought confers new
strength; every drop of brain
sweat, every coul-stirrcd discovery,
adds something to the power, brill
iancy, and treasures of the intellect.
Thus its capacities for higher at
tainments arc augmented, its vision
is made clearer, its perceptions
more lucid, its reflections more
just, and its pleasures more deep.
While a mind thus cultivated is
prepared to extract happiness and
pleasure from every thing around
it, yet it is not dependent upon
these for its joys. If you could
hush the soft murmurs of the rip
pling brook, and the lullabies of
the floating zephyrs; silence the
“feathered songsters,” whose en
chanting warblings awake the ech
oes of the morn; strip the forest
of its variegated foliage, and dis
robe thß flowers of their beauty
and fragrance ; disarm the light
ning of its pow'er, and awake no
more the slumbering thunders, and
then pull down the moon and sun,
and extinguish the stars; yet still
tne cultivated mind would have a
world of joy in which to revel!—
The momentous thought that breaks
in upon us here is, that the mind is
immortal, and that all its real
adornments of wisdom and knowl
edge should be put on for an end
less state of existence! All the
transcendent powers of the mind
will live when all earthly things
shall have passed away; they will
be blooming in youth when the sun
and stars are hoary with ago—will
live to see the eld heavens and
earth pass away, and the establish
ment of new and more glorious ones.
The thought-pearls which we gath
er along the journey of life should
be treasures for eternity ; the intel
lectual cultivation of earth should
be for heaven ; the adornments of
mind should become our sources of
pleasure hereafter as well as now',
and increase our happiness in bliss
as they would increase our sorrow
in woe ! Then life means something
—it is charged with eternal signifi
cance, and is big with sublime real
ities ! Every step is a word; every
day is a sentence; every month is
a chapter ; every year is a volume
—full of meaning as the sun is of
light! Our pen is time; our inkis
indelible; what we write, we write
for eternity—for weal or woe ! If
liie is mean to any, he made it so.
God made it grand ; he paved its
channels with diamonds, fringed
its banks w r ith flowers, overarched
it with the stars, and spread around
it the glory of the physical universe,
and the sublime realities of eternity
all that is magnificent in beauty
aud grand in results. If life did
not mean something* God would
not have so richly decorated its
pathway trom the cradle to the
tomb. Every blade of grass, every
dew-drow, and every dust-atom,
should be a leter to spell out some
word that should bear the burden
of a thought. So the mystery of
our being, the necessity of action,
the re'ation of cause and effect, the
dependence of one thing upon an
other, and the mutual influence and
affinity of all things, should teach
us that life has a grand purpose to
which all other things and events
should point.
Man was created in the image of,
God. To love God supremely was
and is, th sum of all his duties, the
apex of all his happiness, and the
culmination of all his immortal
longings. This is his peculiar func
tion—his highest privilege. To
look no higher than earth-born joys,
is to ignore our highest capacities,
and casta crown of immortal glory
from our silly heads. Earth’s
brightest garlands will wither ; her
richest laurels will fade; her sweet
est joys are mixed with wormwood
and gall; but whosoever drinketh
from the Fountain of Life shall live
forever amid joys that have no end.
This life rests upon another—the
visible on the invisible, the tempo
ral on the eternal—or it is nothing
but a vapor. We can live a true
life only as we conceive our finite
life to be canopied by the infinite,
opening up to us its vast resources
and influencing us by its sublime
motives. Take away the Eternity
that sweeps around aud enfolds the
temporal, and you rob life of its sig
nificance, and cut man off from his
highest source of improvement.—
We are not made to be absorbed in
the seen and temporal, and we
wrong ourselves by doing so. A
large portion of nature lies dormant
until w r e begin to shirk the bounda
ries of the vast empire of the un
seen, and make excursions into the
realms of the invisible and eternal.
These things are for us—designed
to attract us, to arrest, quicken, and
hold our miuds, until our spiritual
natures shall become enriched by
the wealth they contain. The visi
ble and tangible are not great
enough to expand a human »oul to
its true capacities. The soul, iji all
its higher actions —in original
thought, in the creations of genius,
in the soarings of imagination, in
its love of beauty and grandeur, in
its aspirations after pure joy and
divine communion—has, or assumes,
the character of infinity. It has
wants so deep, aspirations so high,
that nothing limited can meet them.
It is always overleaping the narrow
boundaries of the limited, and seek
ing an unbounded good. The vast
empire of the invisible and eternal,
which a sublime faith opens to the
child of God, is the trellis on which
the soul climbs up to its true great
ness. We approach the region
where the soul truly lives and grows
only by exercising our faculties un
to godliness. When we invigorate
the understanding by honestly seek
ing truth, and by rejecting whatev
er might warp the judgment; when
wa quicken the conscience by fol
lowing it in opposition to the pas
sions; when we strengthen moral
courage by overcoming old habits
and rejecting solicitations to evil,
and increase our moral energy’ by
acts of grateful praise and bumble
devotion; then we begin to rise in
the scale of being, and ascend to
ward our immortal destiny. When
a man comprehends this high des
tiny; regards the approval of God
as the end of all his actions; in
tensely aspires after the highest
state of moral perfection ; freely
applies the activity of his powers
to overthrow every obstacle that
hinders his advancement and growth
when his soul, conscious of its pow
ers, pours itself out in an unceas
ing flood of energy, and, with the
majestic flow of a river, sweeps on
triumphantly toward the ocean of
eternity; then it tastes true joy and
lives in a world of ecstasy. If we
comprehended the progressive de
velopments of virtue and spiritual
life which we are capable of attain
iag —the moral power which we
may deveolp in ourselves—then we
would see the beauty and excellen
cy of Religion.
Goodness, charity, constancy,
magnanimity, justice, adoration,
hope, faith, are among the virtues
that adorn the Christian’s character.
These are the rich fruits that spring
up in the soul of the Christian—
the rays emitted from the jewels
set in the diadem of his soul—the
flowers that bloom in the moral
garden within; and if there is any
beauty 7, any odor of heaven, any
elixir of spiritual life, in them—if
they r confer any peace upon his
heart, any light upon life’s path
way, aud joy' upon the being within,
any glory upon the soul—then they
show that “a Christian is the high
est style of iiian.”
There is something in moral ex
cellence so beautiful, so lovely, so
pure, so heavenly, so kindred to an
gels, so nearly allied to God, that
all beings with a spark of moral
perception feel and acknowledge its
power. The man who obeys his
convictions of right when he knows
the world will denounce; who is
calm amid dangers, unyielding in
the hour of temptation, firm when
other hearts are quaking, honest
when he has no watcher but his
conscience, gives his best alms in
secret, and breathes his strongest
devotions in his close!, and whose
religious trust forsakes him never;
iu whose breast there is a moral
power, a voice, a Christ, that says
to his soul in the midnight of the
storm of adversity and affliction,
“Peace, be still”—such a man is
truly the noblest work of God !
The sentiment of veneration, of
worship, of love to God, is the
highest, noblest, and sublim§st,
known to intelligent beings ! It has
for its object the perfection of the
Godhead; it commences with the
omnipotent Spirit of love, winch
transfers its energies throughout
the wide creation; it binds to a Be
ing fitted, as no other being is, to
impart to the soul the highest moral
grandeur that created beings can
attain; it fixes its regards upon the
immortal glories of the great Fath
er of Lights; it is the eastwindow
of the soul which lets in the clear,
radiant light of God’s eternal
throne; it is the ladder of Jacob,
on which the angels ascend and de
scend in intimate intercourse be
tween God and man; it is the
grandest and noblest affection of
the soul, because it fixes its powers
upon the holiest object in the uni
verse; and its influence in every
department of the mind is more sal
utary and holier than any other, be
cause of the strength of the feeling
and the nature of the Being upon
which its adoration is placed ! Think
ot it as you may, no mind can be
perfect, no affection can rise to its
highest degree of perfection, no fac
ulty to its most exalted state, with
out the sanctifying power of true
religion. If we would elevate our
natures, if we would exalt our
affections, if we would ennoble our
souls, if we would reach the acme
ot true greatness, we must set onr
affections ou things above, and not
on things on the earth. He who
loves the things of earth only,
builds on a sandy foundation,
and must, sooner or later, sure
ly feel a wreck of heart and a
blight of hopes. All earthly things
are doomed to perish, but we will
live forever. The transcendent
powers of the soul were not
made for time, but for eternity. —
The present life is but the scaffold
ing to aid us in building a temple
that will stand forever. The idea
of immortal existence, blessed with
the progressive attainments best
calculated to advance its happiness
and adorn its being, is truly eleva
ting. To think of man as existing
forever—on and bey’ond the shores
of time and the dominion of death,
rising immortal from the tomb —
released from every’ error and im
perfection 0 f his present state of
being, clothed with a higher life
and an angel’s glory—realizing the
beatitudes of an immortal and glo
rified state, elevated with the lofti
est conceptions of the vast universe
of being around him, rejoicing in
the wisdom and power of an intel
lectual strength that comprehends
the order and harmony of spiritual
life, communing with the wise and
good of all time, and exulting in
the ineffable glory that environs the
eternal throne, is the exalted priv
ilege of every Bible Christian.
While contemplating such ecstatic
visions of uncreated light and su
pernal glory, his soul dilates and ex
pands ; he rises above the sphere of
earthly joy; he wonders and ad
mires, loves and adores and “plunges
into the Godhead’s deepest sea* aud
is lost in his immensity.”
“O God, thou bottomless abysss ?
Tlieo to perfection who can know!
O height immense ? what words suffice
Thy eounllcsa attributes to ehow ?
“Unfathomable depths tbou art!
O plunge me in thy mercy’s sea !
Void of true wisdom is my heart;
While lpve embrace and cover me ?
“While thee, sll infinite, I set,
By faith, before my ravished eye,
My weakness bends beneath the weight;
O'erpowered I sink, I faint, I die !”
J. M. Boi.and.
Jet—Where it is Found—What it
is Used for.
This bituminous mineral which is
now being manufactured so extern
sively into useful and ornamental
articles, takes its name from the
river Gages, from the banks of
which it was probably first obtain
ed. It was first called “gagates,”
afterwards “ gagat,” and "finally
very properly corrupted into “Jet.”
Now, however, it is found in many
parts of the world. The finest qual
ity that comes to us from Great
Britain, is obtained at Whitby, in
Yorkshire, where it is found mixed
with fragments of bituminous wood
of coniferous trees in the Alum
Shale of that district. Jet, like am
ber, is electrical when rubbed, hence
when found, as it sometimes is, by
the Prussian amber diggers, it is
called black amber. In France,
large quantities are found in the
department of Aude, where numer
ous artisans are employed in work
ing it into crosses, rosary beads*
and other beautiful ornaments,
which at first were used chiefly for
mourning wear. The French jet is
very fine, and is found in irregular
veins in the lower marls of the cre
taceous series corresponding with
the Sussex gault. Spain also fur
nishes a fine quality of jet, which is
found at Y lllaviclosa, in the prov
ince of the Austnas. Jet is easily
cut and carved; admits readily of
a beautiful polish; is about as hard
as our ordinary coal, and is, in fact,
only a peculiar form of pitch-coal,
containing about thirty-seven per
cent, of volatile matter.
Jet is supposed to have been
worked by the Romans long before
the time of the Danes in England ;
an ear-ring of a lady, having the
form of a heart, with a hole in the
upper end for suspension from the
ear, was found lying close to the
jawbone in one of the Roman tumu
li. The manufacture was carried
on until the time of Elizabeth, when
it suddenly ceased, and was not re
sumed until about the year 1800
Within the last few years the de
mand for it from the American mar
ket has been so great that the won
der is the inventive genius of the
American mind has failed to find
the article in this country, where
bituminous matter or petroleum,
from which it has its origin, so large
ly abounds;
What are Thkt?— Life — A
gleam of light extinguished by the
grave.
Fame—A meteor dazzling with
its distant glare.
Wealth—A source of trouble and
consuming care.
Pleasure—A gleam of sunshine
passing soon away.
Love—A morning beam whoso
memory gilds the day.
Faith—An anchor dropped be
yond the vale of death.
Charity—A stream meandering
from the fount of love;
Bible—A guide to realms of end
less joys above.
Religion—A key which opens
wide the gates of Heaven.
Death—A knife by which the ties
of earth are riven.
Earth—A desert through which
the pilgrims wend their way.
Grave—A home of rest where
ends life’s weary way.
Resurrection—A sudden waking
from a quiet dream.
Heaven—A land of joy, of light
aud love supreme.
—An honest man will not wait
to be asked for money due another.
To My Wild Sis.
Be like the rose. It doth not burst
To the fell pride life at first:
It openeth not to sun and dew
Its earliest and fairest hue ;
But, charier of its sweet perfume,
It mantleth up its freshening bloom
Till it can buret and bloom with power,
A beautiful and perfect flowar.
Be like it. then, and place not now
The wreath of fashion on thy brow ;
But be thou in thy budding years
As pure and taintless as thy tears,
Let hallowed thought and simple truth
Be but the deepened hues of youth ;
, And thou shalt have in future hour
A perfect woman's hallowed power—
A power to lore and aoothe and bless
A portion of earth’s wretchedness.
But be thou still, my wayward girl,
A treasure like the ocean pearl.
V\ hose worth, though much and pur* it be,
Keeps holy shrine beneath the sea.
Save Your Young Men.
From what? Not from hard
work and exhausting toil, for this
is the appointed lot of men and we
should not expect to escape from
i:; by this right character is form
ed, and the earth brought to yield
her riches.
Not from protracted and close
study, for thus only are attain
ments, brain power developed, and
the professed filled with able men.
Not from rigid economy, years of
toil, and slow increase of wealth ?
for this is far better than fortunes
made in an hour.
But save them from the fascina
tions of the gaming table, and es
pecially from the insidious, fearful
course of intemperance.
Oh, it is burning outthe very vi
tals ot mortality and manliness in a
hundred social circles. It is de
stroying by thousands the youth in
our best families. It is sweeping
through the country and carrying
away to worthlessness and crime
the young men who would be pil
lars in the church and state, and it
is gaining power daily.
In a small room in a dark tene
ment building in a low part of the
city the writer was called recently
to read the Holy’ Scripture and pray
over the dead body piously trained,
classically educated and endowed,
who a few years ago commenced
his career with the brightest pros
pects. His fortune squandered, his
heart destroyed, his brilliant tal
ents besotted, by intemperance he
died.
A brother once equally talented
and promising, and met at the door
of narrow rooms; with palsied
hand and fevered eye* and mutter
ed welcome, staggering against the
coffin as the service proceeded.
A third brother—the youngest—
with downcast face and burning
heart wept over the desolation
wrought by drink; He may be
saved. And this is one of the
many cases that are constantly oc
curring.
Ministers, teachers, fathers, mo
thers, sisters, call upon the young
men to touch not, taste not, the ac
cursed bowl. God save our young
men.— Exchange.
Farmers’ Clubs. - Whoever sur
veys witli the eye of intelligence
the present aspect and tendency of
civilization, will readily acknowl
edge that associated action consti
tutes the controlling motive power
of society; and whoever, as a class,
ignores this idea, will, to a measu
rable extent* become the victims
and servants of those who other
wise regard it. The accumulated
intelligence ot men* like their accu
mulated means* have accomplished
much in all departments of business
and trade, and as science, which is
accumulated knowledge, shortens
the intricate and tiresome windings
of experience, so may’ these ameli
orate the condition, and with gigan
tic strides, advance the depart
ments availing themselves of the
peculiar advantages they afford.—
Os all the social organizations of
the country, none are calculated to
exert a wider or more permanent
influence on the temporal interests
of our country than properly or
ganized fanners’ clubs. In this as
sociation of mind, is made to elicit
thoughts and views that otherwise
might have remained dormant and
useless. Here the generous im
pulse of ambition in one is made
to kindle a like feeling in another
and another, until the rich and va
ried fruits of many intellects are
garnered in a general store-house,
the coommproperty of all, and con
stituting a treasure which diminish
es not by use, decays not with age,
weakens not by diffusion, monopo
lized by no concentration, and hon
ors alike the drafts of all. — Banner.
Seeing Into the Heart.— What
would a fair damsel* who was
doubtful of her lover, say if she was
told that by a modern invention of
science she could have his heart
“illuminated.” We have nearly
come to thati Dr. Milo, a celebra
ted Russian sdfgeon* has invented
a means of illuminating the interior
of the living human body with the
side of a concentrated beam of el
ectric light. The workings of the
mortal machine are rendered as per
ceptible as if it were made of glass;
Dr. Milo recently demonstrated his
idea by placing in his mouth a bul
let, which became fairly visible
when the face was subjected to the
electric beam. The doctor hopes
to use his method for the explora
tion of musket ball wounds. Per
sons who can’t imagine what ails
them, can have “the light turned
on” and find outs
VOL. V—NO» 5
The Heathen Chinee—John’s Reli
gious Ideas.
The superstition of the common
Chinaman is thus graphically por
trayed : There is a presiding geni
us in every brook, and along its
banks the Chinaman erects his tem
ple. Some claim that a brook talks
with then* ; and upon such persons
the whole township look with rev
erence and respect. Did they not
caress and worship it, the water
would dry up and the trees along
its banka would die of grief.—
There is a spirit of the mountain
and of the hill; and to those most
costly temples rise for they are
mighty gods. Their heads are in
the heaven*) and their feet are up-*
on the roof of the infernal abode.
Sometimes it is said that they shake
with wrath, and that they have
been known to thrdw bolts and
rocks of fire upon offending human
beings. Such mighty beings can
protect the dead, and to them are
brought the bones of the deceased ;
for the souls Would ndt rest if left
to the care of the weak and entic
ing spirit of the womaly valley.—
They can hear mountains laugh
when Typhoon (a hurricane) comes,
and then the lights about the
graves brighten up like stars on a
frosty night. The god of the moun
tain is the greatest god,, and bows
to none but Buddha. Thefi there
is the god of agriculture, and the
spirit of each product. There is
the angel of the house, the parlor,
of the kitchen, and of th<J garden.
Every implement used in toil of
business, every cloud and every star,
each human relationship, each ship
and each kind of fish, the birds, the
geese, the hens, the cattle, and the
horses, the buffaloes, and in fact,
everything a Chinaman sees, is en
dowed with faculties such as only
gods are supposed to possess. The
geese talk to tl e trees, and the cow
carries on a conversation with the
mountain. The fishes call after the
boat, and the boat replies in some
wfty that the fisheft cAn undcritartd*
The tree and the brook joke one
another, and the storm that makes
one laugh chills the other. The lit
tle fairies of the grass flowers
pray to tho sun every morning, and
are happy in the darkneSs of the
night; and the Chinaman thinks
that he can hear them whispering
and huddling together in fright,
and wishing their father the fiuii—*
would come again. All nature is
but a multitude of Uvihg, thinking*
sensible beings; moving as men
move, thinking as men think, and
having like passions and emotions.
lt doesn’t becanse
a man is in the post office, that he
is a man of letters.
At a wedding at LafayetW;
Ind., the choir sung “Come ye Dis
consolate.”
—Why will next year be Hkd
last ? Becanse last ye'&t waS
and next will be 1872 (too).
Why is a son who objects to
his mother’s second marriage like
an exhausted pedestrian P Becauw*
he can’t go a step farther.
A little girl wants to know if
fleas are white, because her uncle
told her that “Mary had a little
lamb with fleas as white as snow.”
—A Chicago church watched the
old year out and the new year in,
and at 12 o’clock wfent home, whim
the organ played, “ Put me in my
little bed.”
—A correspondent (unmarried)
suggests that Solomon’s wisdom
was due to the fact that he had 700
wives, whom he consulted on all oc*
casions.
—An Irish paper says that, “In
the absence of both editors, the
publishers have succeeded in secur
ing the services of a gentleman td
edit the paper this week.”
A western paper tidtided thd
opening of anew whiskey store)
and the next day apologized for the
brevity of its local columns, because
“the reporter was ill.” He had as
sisted at the opening.
A negro preacher, referring to
the Judgment Day in his sermon,
said: “Brethren and Sisters, in that
day, the Lord shall di wide the sheep
from the goats; and bless de Lord,
We know which wears de wool!”
A country girl coming from
the field, was told by her cousin
that she looked as fresh as a daisy)
kissed by the dew. “No, indeed,”
was the simple reply, “that wasn’t
his name.”
A gentleman having a pony
that started and broke his wife’s
neck) a neighbor told him that he
wished to purchase it for his wife
to ride upon. “No,” says the oth
er, “I will not sell the fellow, be
cause I intend to marry again.”
The life of an editor is not al
ways free from care. They have td
staud this up in Newnan Ga.:
“Come and look, mother)” said a
little boy, “there goes an editor.’*
“My son, you should not make
sport of the poor man; you cannot
tell to what extremity you may
come;” —Charleston Courier.
Whatever you do, do it wil
linglyj A boy that is whipped at
school tieVer learns his lessons well;
A man that is Compelled to work
cares not how badly it is performed:
He who pulls off his Coat cheerful
ly, strips up his sleeves in earnest)
and sings whilo he is at work is thd
man for me.
A cheerful spirit get* On quick:
A grumbler in the mud will etieh: