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HOWJBIJAH tffei IA BAD BOY.
.i>n rM : t Prcts.
It was ft midd *d mother, who
came iu with her fton a boy of twelve.
She haU eutioed bin there by telling
him that the place was a bazaar of
fashion, and that she would buy him a
shot-gun with the Urrel full of gum
drops. lie realized the deception as
soon as seated, and oudly called out:
“ I want that ’ere ihot-gun, uc some
body’ll become a caavcr!”
Bijah’s month wasted for joy, and
the mother said:
“ I am a widow, ml I can do nothing
with him He rum out nights, gives
me unlimited troftb! and anxiety, and
will pay no heed tomything 1 say. I
have brought him Ire to have you talk
to him at a father onld.”
“I don’t want ny wind-mill non
sense fro n him!” towled the boy as he
looked the old maiover.
“ Madam, go haac and return for
him in about an hur,” said ltijah. “ I
seem to see what h needs, and I want
to be a father to iim for about sixty
minutes.”
“ You won’t piuh him ?” she queried.
“ I’d like to sechim try it on !” an
swered the boy.
“ Madam, go lome —leave it all to
me, and fear not,’ said the old man as
he waved her out When she had de
parted he turned to the boy and smiled
at him like a June sun coming out from
behind a bone-boiling establishment.
“ Open that door or I’ll make it sick
in here,” growled the boy in answer.
“ 15oy, don’t you want to be as good
as you are purty ?” sweetly inquired
Bijah.
“ No, sir!”
“ Can’t I induce you to be good ?”
“ No, sir!”
“ Won't you promise me to pause in
your mad career ?”
“ No, I won’t!”
“ Come into t,hc back parlor, my son
—come in where I keep them gm
drops mentioned in chapter one!”
The lad declared lie wouldn’t, but
three minutes later found him in there,
and in that position of expectation as-
suraed by all #ho have been
drawn over the^ 1 a l knee. Reach
ing out for a Wijah said :
■' 1 u -,./y heart, but love
for my countiy forces me on. The
trouble with y>u is that you haven’t
been half spanked since you got out of
dresses. lam now about to give you
one of the neitest and most effective
shinglings ever performed on this stage,
and I’m ready to bet ten to one that it
will instill humbler and nobler thoughts
into your sasny soul.”
“ If you don’t let up on me I’ll bite ?”
yelled the boy, but when he tried to his
teeth encountered a sole-leather pad
expressly provided for such occasions.
Lovingly, but firmly he was bent over
until his feet lost their grip on the floor,
and then one of the new pine-shingles
had a tale to unfold. In two minutes
he had lost his thirst to become a pi
rate ; in thirty seconds more he had got
over wanting to bite ; in three minutes
he had come to the conclusion that his
mother ought to run the house, and then
Bijah let up on him and inquired:
“ My son, has this thing affected you
any ? That is, do you feel like a differ
ent boy ?”
“ You'll get paid for this !” shouted
the lad.
“ Duty points with outstretched
finger,” sighed Bijah. “ Come over my
knee once more, my son, and while this
shingle gets in its work may your hard
ened heart begin to melt.”
On Linden when the sun was low,
A shingle up and down did go.
The boy kicked and bit and held out
for a time, but the inevitable came at
last to stare him in the face, and he
called out:
“ Hold on, Macduff !—that's enough
—l'll do better!”
“ Boy, do you mean it ?” asked the
old man as his elbow ceased working.
“ Yes, I do!”
“ You mean that you 11 quit sassing
your poor mother, stay home nights, let
bad language alone, and, in fact, walk
in a better path ?”
“ I do,” was the earnest reply,
i 4 * I'm rdad on't—glad on t, I knew
what you needed, and I see that you
feel better for it. We will now adjourn
to.lhe reception room and I'll prepare a
sorprise for your mother.”
|n about thirty minutes her knock
was heard at the door, and as it was
opened for her she exhibited the great
est! amazement. The boy’s face was
washed clean, his hair cut, his nails
pared clean and the change was what
Bijah called “ a herculaneum transfoV
cation."
“Ii ” sbv; stfUiiuiercd, when he
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said t
“ This is your boy, ready to go home,
lie has promised to be good. I shall
keep an eye on him for awhile, and
shall expect frequent reports from you.
If he continues to be good he shall
have half the melon crop otf my farm.
If he is bail I shall have him brought
here again.”
“ Great Heavens! but how did you
do it ?” whispered the mother as the
boy passed out.
“ Easy as hitting a barn with a club,”
he replied. “Shingles, woman, shin
gles ! There's more goodness and
higher intluence in one pine shingle,
after you get the boy in the right posi
tion, than in all the coaxing and wheed
ling which tongue can produce. I’ve
enjoyed it hugely—just feel as if I'd
eaten dinner! If he doesn’t tread up
bring him again !” •
She followed the boy out, and the
old man sat down to his peaches and
mused:
“ I believe in moral suasion first, and
I believe in coaxing and reasoning, but
nothing seems to soften a bad boy all
the way up to the eyes like a Michigan
pine shingle laid on in one steady spot.”
A Story of The Tower.
It was during the stormy times in
England, when the wars of York and
Lancaster were raging, that Sir Thomas
Wyatt, a fierce Lancastrian, was con
fined in one of the dismal dungeons of
the Tower of London.
Sir Thomas was not very comforta
ble, as you may suppose, lie was cold
and hungry. One day, as be sat there
in his loneliness and misery, a cat made
its appearance in bis cell. He look
At ting-
ers in her soft fur, and laid her in his
breast, where she scuddled, quite de
lighted with this kind treatment. Next
day pussy came again, and, wonderful
to tell, carried in her mouth a pigeon,
which she laid at the prisoner’s feet.
The next time the jailor came to visit
him Sir Thomas complained of his hard
fare, and begged for some meat. His
request was gruffly refused. “If I
provide the game will you dress it for
me ?” inquired the old knight.
“ That I will,” said the jailor, think
ing himself quite safe in making the
promise. What was his surprise when
the pigeon was produced. But he kept
his word, and brought it to Sir Thomas
again nicely cooked.
The cat continued to furnish him
from time to time with these rarc-bits.
It is needless to say that she stood
high in the affections of the prisoner.
After some years Sir Thomas was re
leased. He ever afterward included all
cats in his love and esteem in memory
of his benefactress.
A portrait of the old knight is still
to be seen in South Kensington gallery,
with his faithful cat beside him, and
the pigeon in a pan.
Sat Down on His Sire.
A little fellow one afternoon was pre
paring his fishing tackle to go fishing
next day, and his father said :
“ Johnny, what are you going to do?”
“ I am going fishing to-morrow,” said
the boy.
“No you arc not. You are going to
Sunday-School. Besides the fish won’t
bite on
“Oh, I know they will. Didn't I try
it last Sun—no I didn't either.”
“So you little rascal, you have been
fishing on Sunday, have you?” said his
father, and he cut him a switch and gave
the boy a sound whipping.
When he got through the boy said,
through his sobs. “ I-I-am-go-going-to-tell
tell about you-you kissing th-the hired
girl in the ki-ki-kitchen last night, when
ma went out to-to tend the baby,” and
he started for the house.
“ Here Johnny,” said his father, put
ting his hand in his pocket, “here is a
quarter. I didn’t know I was whipping
you so hard. I don’t care if you go
fishing every Sunday.”
The boy took the money, but we don’t
know whether he told his mother about
the kiss or not; but as everything is
quiet in the family don’t believe that
the lady knows anything about it.
Little things should not be despised.
The little toe is the smallest on the
foot, but always has the largest corn.
Trouble iu Cftnipmeotiug.
ThOy came near having a row in u
colored prayer meeting at Keytcsville a
few nights ago. One of the sisters
who had a grievance prayed }
“ Oh, Lord! look down 'pou Dy re
sembled children hyar dis cbenin’, an’
moob ’em by Dy grace. Tetch dar
yarts wid dc spirit ob all-’boumling lub.
Build up dar faith strong dat de debbil
can't budge it, and ’specially would we
ax. if it am possible wid de Redeemer,
dat Dou put a leetle moah sense into
de obfusticated pate ob dat yallow
wench what am a giglin’ on dc bench
preopposite Dy belubbed servant.”
“Wha’s dat you'se saying to de
Lord ’bout me?” asked the wench,
rising to a point of order.
Not seeming to notice the interrup
tion, the supplicant continued:
“Gib our fool and errin’ sister more
disgumption, oh Lord ! to sec de differ
umence atwixt right an’ wrong, and
larn de huzzy to behave herse’f in Dy
holy sankchooary, ’stead o’ wrigglum
’round like she was swallowed a cork
screw, and ’taminakin’ dcse saked pre
sinks wid unholy winkin’s at de male
and maskeline propo’tion ob dis as
sembled gatherin’. An’ oh—”
“ It’s a lie! good Lord, it’s a lie ! an’
Dou in Dy inflaminate wisdom knows
I nebber done it!” shouted the tra
duced member, who had now become
nearly mad with rage. “ Dar’s not one
particle of troot in it. It’s a lie, and
I can mash de lies !”
With these words she threw herself
over the bench on to the back of the
kneeling sister, plunged her hands into
the bustle of that devout but indiscreet
person, and lifted her up bodily.
Confusion reigned, and dire dismay
waa ..v. 4„„ nv that but a moment
before were bright ... . „
separated the females, rfeduced the un
naturally elevated bustle of the one.
calmed the excited feelings of the other,
and, addressing the relieved audience
in an impressive tone said :
“ Bredren, it am better dat we dwell
togedder in impunity. Less ’peal to do
frone ob grace dat dar be no moah such
graceful disruption in our midst. Will
Brudder Johnson please make de ’peal
in one ob his powahful prahrs ?”
Whereupon brother Johnson thus
held forth:
“ O Lord, bress desc sisters what haf
jess bin in a state ob circumvenshion.
Gib dem grace, de wink of circumpcc
sbion, and de udder ob charitable in
vestigashion. So dat de wun shall not
blink cr eye in de house ob de Lord
and de udder shall keep ’cr eye shet
tight while ee is prayin unto de Lord
(Amen ! Amen!) and make dem bof
to kno dat fitin wimmen folks is an
abominashion unto de Lord cber since
de time dat de sister ob Moses sung de
son" ob de lied Sea and de fluishion of
de trumpets (Amen! Amen!) And
cause dem, O Lord, to feel dat it is
inor’cn good for brederen to dwell in
impunity and listen likewise so as not
to raise a busscl and a fuss in de com
munion ob de saints.
Bress us all, O Lord, and hear dem
petishions. Amen.”
And so the saints departed in peace.
Why Men Seed Wives.
It is not to sweep the house, make
the beds, xlarn the socks and cook the
meals, that a man chiefly wants a wife.
Such things, it is true, arc important,
and the wise young man will quickly
look after them ; but what a man wants
with a wife is her companionship, sym
pathy and love. The way of life has
many dreary places in it, and a man
needs a companion to go with him. A
man is sometimes overtaken with mis
fortunes ; trials and temptations beset
him, and he needs one to stand by and
sympathize, and economize in every
particular. lie has some hard battles
to fight with poverty, sin and enemies;
and he needs a woman, that when he
puts his arm around her, he feels that
he has something to fight for, that she
will help him to fight; that she will put
her lips to his ear and whisper words of
inspiration, and help him on. All
through life, through storm and sun
shine, conflict ami victory, through ad
verse and through favoring winds, man
needs a woman’s love. The heart
yearns for it.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 21, 1878.
Gralm of Gold.
The agitation of thought is the be
ginning of truth.
None have loss praise than those who
hunt most after it.
The best way to Condemn bad traits
is by practising good ones.
The main difference between men,
insignificant and great, is energy.
A quarrel is, nine times out of ten,
merely the fermentation of n misunder
standing.
A lady describing an ill-natured man
says lie never smiles but he feels
ashamed of it.
Some write, talk and think so much
above vice and virtue that they have no
time to practice either.
When the world has once got hold of
a lie, it is astonishing how hard it is to
get it out of the world.
We pass our lives in regretting the
past, complaining of the present, and
indulging false hopes of the future.
I‘iefer sense to wit; seek to be
diverting without being useful; let no
jest intrude upon good manners.
Every man thinks Ciesar’s wife
ought to be above suspicion, but lie is
far less particular as to what C'tesar
himself ought to be.
The fteputatiou of a man is like bis
shadow*—gigantic when it precedes him,
and pigjny in its proportions when it
follows after him.
We should round every day of stir
ring action with an evening of thought.
Wc arc taught nothing- by experience
unless we muse upon it.
That which is good to be done can
not be done too soon; and if it is neg
lected to be done early, it will frequent
ly happen that it will not be done at
all.
Distinguish between idleness, ignor
ance, want of attention, and malice;
i .. .. -“■*** -- * i
tongue* neither
hatch nor harbor. <■*
The great secret of avoiding disap
pointment is not to expect too much.
Despair follows immoderate hope, as
things fall hardest to the grotmd that
have been nearest the sky.
A Wonderful Curiosity.
One of Peoria’s prominent lawyers
went home the other day to dinner, and
found that his little boy had had his
head clipped in accordance with the
prevailing style. Affecting not to no
tice it, he began to speak of a wonder
ful curiosity ou exhibition in Washing,
ton City, in the shape of a living crea
ture with a form something like that of
a human being. Its head was as round
as a pumpkin, its ears stuck out like
clam-shells on a cocoa-nut, its nose pro*
jeeted like a figure four from what seem
ed to lie its face ; it walked upright, and
its head was covered with a growth of
bristles about one-sixteenth of an inch
in length, and for want of a better name
the creature had been called the “ What
Is It?” And placing his hand on the
boy’s head, the father said, “ Why, here
it is now. Here’s the very thing I’ve
been talking about.”
The boy replied as lie buttered a piece
of biscuit, “ They’ve got a blamed sight
worse-looking thing right here in Peo
ria?”
“ What kind of a thing is it?” said
the lawyer.
“ It is the father of the ‘ What Is It!”’
retorted the lad.
The subject was dropped.
111-gotten Wealth.
Those who acquire wealth illegally
generally die poor. James Fisk, Jr.,
was vulgar and ostentatious; he built
opera houses, patronized regiments, es
tablished steamboat lines and robbed
railroads, and flaunted his money with
the airs of a parvenu prince, but when
he was slain by the hand of his own
vices he left little even for his pampered
paramours. Tweed garroted a city and
laid his hand on the throat of a State;
he plunged right and left like a high
. i *ii* il
wayman, and stoic so many millions that
a million more or less was of no conse
quence to him ; but Nemesis caught him j
at last and killed him, and when he died j
it was found that he had been robbed of
most of the money he had stolen from
others. He left to his family little but
a name —a name leprous with infamy 1
So Morrissey, prize-fighter and gambler,
hab died, leaving but a record of dhv
WHOLE NO. 104.
disgrace. He mode SIOO,OOO in a sin
gle night over a gaming-table. But men
who thus acquire money by an irregular
robbery arc reckless in its disbursement.
They throw away money which costs
them nothing. The road of steady la
bor and honest getting is the road to
happiness.
Paragraphs from Moody's Gospel Talks.
There are three wiles of the devil; he
moves all hell to keep a man from com
ing to Christ, and if a man brcuks
through that, lie moves all hell to keep
his mouth closed ; and then if he does
get his mouth open and begins to testi
fy for God and work for him, he moves
all hell to break down his testimony and
to blacken his character. Oil these
three lines Satan has been working all
these years, and will be so long ns there
is a church on earth.
People say now what are you going
to do with that passage, “ Work out
your salvation w ith fear and trembling?”
But you must first have it before you
can work it out. If a father tells his
son he can spend SIOO ns he plcascß,
I fancy he would say, “Yes, father, hut
you must give me the SIOO before I can
spend it.” And you have got to have
salvation before you can work it out,
and the only way to get it is to take it
as a gift, and the moment you arc wil
ling to receive it, that moment you can
be saved.
We must bo boru of the spirit before
we can overcome the flesh ; we must take
the gift of God, and then we can serve
Ilim. Ah, but people say, “I don’t
believe in that kind of doctrine, that is
heresy; I believe in works.” And so
do I, and I will work as hard as any of
you if God will give me strength : but I
will tell you the difference. I work
from the rnr.maA fl'ili iiIWWiW '
is ft gift, and wo iJuTitakv s it as such.
If we become a partaker of the grant
of God we ought to work ; but don’t put
work in the wrong place.
A Good Story.
The following stofy is represented to
ns as true, and Vc believe it has never
appeared in print:
In the olden times, when all the con
victs were kept in the penitentiary at
Milledgcvillc, Rev. Mr. Brantly, a
Methodist minister, was appointed
chaplain to the penitentiary, Soon
after his appointment he was walking
about the penitentiary, mingling with
his new parishoners. One of them
was inclined to he quite talkative, and
in the conversation this dialogue oc
curred :
“ You arc Mr. Brantly, I believe;
our new chaplain.”
“ Yes, sir,” said Mr. B.
“ And they tell me you arc a Metho
dist, Mr. Brantly.”
“ Y’es, I am a Methodist.”
“Well, lam so glad to hear it. I
am a Methodist myself, and there are a
good many Methodists in here. In fact
most of us arc Methodists.”
Mr. Brantly walked off, wrapt in
meditation.
“ Shoot High.”
Han Francinco Fait.
“ Ish ter Schcnral arount?” asked an
excited clothing merchant, as the United
States troops passed through Siatku last
week in pursuit of the fleeing Bannocks.
“ Well, my man,” said Howard, rein
ing in his horse, “ What is it. Speak
quick.”
“lam a rooin man, Shencral. Dcm
cursed redskins, dey murder my poy
Shacob about fife mile from here, uu
steal a dozen pair of pants he was ped
dlin’ ; new pants, hcllup me kracious—
right out of my sthore.”
“ Sorry for your loss, my man, but
haven’t time to talk about it now. If
wc catch up with these demons we’ll
stop their deviltries for good and all.”
“Yes, I know, Scheneral I know,”
eagerly whispered the bereaved ready
made merchant, hanging desperately to
the officer’s stirrup. “ Dot’s all right,
but when you come up mit dose ludians
vot got dose new pants on, for kracious
sake, Scheneral, tolo de soldiers to shoot
high.”
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A lady, joking about her nose, said:
“I had nothing to do in shaping it. It
wan a birthday present.”
THE OLD MAN.
One time there was an old man whose
back was bent and his steps slow. Men
who gazed upon his snowy hair and
wrinkled face shook their heads Mid
whispered to each other, “ He is a good
old man who has not long to liv*.’’
The old man had been well off in his
day; bat when he found himself os the
shady side of life, wife dead, Ad home
broken up, he said to his only eon:
“ Here, William, take aU I have and let
your home be my house until I dife.”
The son took the papers—you bet he
did; and the father was given a cozy
corner, a big chair, and a corn-cob pipe.
All went well for a year or so, and
then the sou and the son’s wife began
to make it uncomfortable for the nice
old man iu the corner. They threw out
hints, deprived him of his comfort*,
and one cold day in Winter he was told
that he had better go to Halifax—Nova
Scotia.
The old man's heart was sore as he
went out into the world to battle against
hunger and cold ; and when night came
he cowered into a doorway and wept
tike a child.
“ Who is making that chin-music up
there ?” called a reporter, whose steps
bad been arrested by the sobs aud ho
went up the steps, patted the old man
on the back, and sat by him until his
sad story was told.
“ Come down to the station with me,”
said the reporter, taking the old man's
arm.
“ Your son >a first cousin to the man
who preferred buzzard to lamb, and I
will help you fix him.’’
Next morning one of the daily pa
pers contained an item to the effect
that an old gentleman named Good
heart had been found wandering the
streets at night, and that, when taken
to the station, ten thousand dollars’
worth of United States bonds were
found on him. The old man read it
over three times, slapping his leg as he
saw the point, and a beautiful smile
covered his face and climbed up
through his hair. In an hour his son
William rushed into the station, and
called out:
“ Father! dear father! come home 1”
We were crying all night long, and my
owymir M ft.
The old man went home with him,
winking at the lamp-joists, and smiling
as he turned the corners, lie had all
of his comforts back, and the son
bought iiim a costly pipe and a pair of
box-toed boots that very day.
Well, as time went on, the son ven
tured to suggost that the bonds liad
better be turned over to him; and
every time lie said “lionds” the old
man would smile and turn the subject.
The other day the father went to bed
to die, and he smiled of'tencr than be?
fore as hfc lay waiting for the summons.
The son said his heart was breaking,
and then he weut through the old man’#
clothes to find the bonds, lie didn’t
find any. lie searched the barn, and
the cellar; and finally, when he saw
that death was near, he leaned over the
bed and whisjicrcd:
“ Father, do you know me ?”
“ Oh, yes ! I know you like a book,”
replied the dying man.
“And, father, don’t you see this is
killing me ?”
“ Yes, William, I bcc it!”
“ And, father, those—those bonds,
you know. I supjiose you want them
used to purchase a monument ?”
“ Yes ! correct, William ?” whisper
ed tlie father, winking a ghastly wink,
and as the same old smile covered his
face, death came to take him to a bet
ter home.
When evening fell the son and the
son’s wife were wildly searching the
straw bed to get their hands on those
bonds.
The table of the Lord is generally to
me a feast of love and of close commu
nion with Christ, where I cat and drink
in His love. It is a season of remem
brance on both sides, where Jesus and
His redeemed ones meet together in close
contact and sacred fellowship. God
grant that we may walk worthy of Him,
and show forth His love in our daily
walk and conversation !— M. Winslow
At a funeral in Ireland the clergy
man had not been informed of the sex
of the deceased. He accordingly leaned
over to the sexton and said : “ Shall I
say ‘ brother or sister here departed ?’ ”
“ It’s neither sir,” whispered the man ;
“ shure he was only an acquaintance !”
Fifty-one metals arc now known to
exist, thirty of which have been dis
! covered within the present century.
Four hundred years ago but seven were
i known.