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The Sylvania Telephone.
C. H. MEDLOCK, Editor and Publisher.
YOL. I.
The Nose Out of Joint.
Oh ! a comical thing is a nose out ot joint!
There is a wee chap
Who met this mishap;
He looked very glam,
And grew almost dumb;
Then he stood in a corner to pout,
No doubt,
Decidedly hurt and put out.
Oh ! the curious phase of a nose out of joint!
He tried to appear
In excellent cheer—
In one eye a smile,
A tear all the while
In the other, led one to believe,
And grieve,
That clearly he tried to deceive !
Oh ! the innocent cause oi a nose out o( joint!
Ten pink little toes,
A svee, lunuy nose,
And eyes, bright and now,
Of robin’s-egg blue,
All up stairs in a soft cradle-nest,
At rest,
With tiniest hands on its breast !
Oh ! the wonde rful cure of a noee out of joint!
A mother’s iond call,
A gentle footfall;
A sweet word of joy,
A kiss lor her boy,
And a shy little brotherly peep,
And deep
Springs love for the baby asleep!
— George Cooper, in Ji'ew York, Independent.
A HEROINE OF ROMANCE.
His hair wa3 white as snow, but his
round visage was ruddy still, and Iris
black, bead-like eyes glittered as wit h
the fire of youth.
“Captain Dulnare will you never grow
old,” said his friends, which saying in
terpreted, meant that he would be hah
and hearty to the last, when death
would take him suddenly, with no
worrying prelude of lengthened Help
less decline, as might reasonably be ex
pected, as he had already passed hit
allotted term of three score years and
ten.
The beautiful girl at his side was
qs his f^aughter and prospective
heiress.
Virginia Dulnare was shapely in fig
ure, and not too tall. Her features were
exquisite, her lips scarlet, her eyes large
and brown, ana her silky hair like a
fleece of gold.
Just now the young and flushed face
was hidden on the old man’s knee.
“ Do you really love the poor fellow
whom they call Hugh Girard?” asked
Captain Dulnare, in a fond, disappointed
whisper.
“ Very dearly, papa,” was the smoth
ered reply.
With both his white withered hands
he lifted the dainty, blushing lace, and
looked steadfastly into the big, wistful,
brown eyes.
“ Virgie,” lie.’said, in those firm, stern
tones that no man ever dared to dis
obey, “ it is my wish and will that you
marry-Sextus Weldon. You think you
love another, but at your age love is but
a lightning flash of passion and fancy. I
know best what will make you happy.
Therefore I have chosen your husband
for you.
“I distrust and despise Sextus Wel
don,” returned the girl, passionately,
springing to her feet. “It is your
money, not me, he cares for.”
A strange look wavered over the
round, ruddy visage of the old gentle
man.
“Another romantic hallucination,
my child,” he said. “ The young man
idolizes you. Do you think your old
father does not know the signs of love?
And, my pretty lamb, Sextus iB very
rich, and I would like to have you the
wife of a worthy man when I am gone.”
“I had rather be poor and contented,
papa,” sobbed his child,
fc Then the old man’s eyes grew stormy
with the anger she feared.
“You ungrateful girl! how ungrateful
you will never know till I am dead.
Have I not been kind to you? Have I
ever asked you to do anything that was
not for your welfare? Have you not
been happiest when you pleased me
most? What is the experience of
twenty compared to that of seventy?
Virginia, promise me that you will give
up Hugh Girard, and pledge yourself to
Sextus. Weldon when he asks you?”
“I promise,” answered the awed and
weeping Captain girl, D.ilnare and then with a tender
kiss sent her away,
beiDg well pleased.
What varied and momentous events are
ofttime crowded into a single hour of a
lifetime.
Before the sun of that day set, Vir
ginia Dulnare wore on one lily-white,
rose-tipped finger a magnificent diamond
ring—the symbol of her betrothal to
Sextus Weldon. And scarcely had the
cold, yellow circlet grown warm on her
finger before Hugh Girard came for the
decisive answer he had expected for
many weeks.
There were passionate words on the
bearded lips of the handsome, blue-eyed
man, but a single gesture of that sealed
hand stopped their utterance.
He looked into her face. That face
SYLVANIA, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, APRIL 13, 1880.
was icy white, but the brown eyes were
like stars of fire.
“I understand, Virginia,” he said,
slowly; “they have sold you for gold.
You loved me, but you were weak. God
help you, darling!”
And so Hugh Girard went his way,
and Virginia Dulnare fell on liSr knees,
weeping piteous tears in the twilight
dusk.
A strange sound aroused her.
They were calling her to her father’s
chamber.
Trembling, shivering and heart-sick,
with a strange, portentious dread heavy
on her heart, she obeyed the summons.
Captain Dulnare sat as she had left
him, in his easy chair; but the frost
white locks that straggled over the
crimson velvet, framed in a bloodless,
rigid face.
Captain Dulnare was dead.
There was a mournful time — the
necessary inquest, the death watch, and
the rather pompous funeral —but it
passed as all things of anguish and de
light must pass in this world of chances.
Then came the reading of the dead
man’s will, and the settlement of his
financial affairs.
And with these gross matters of busi
ness and lucre, there came to the pale,
stricken Virginia, a terrible disclosure.
Captain Dulnare’s large liabilities,
secured by heavy mortgages, and his
floating debts, swallowed up every
thing.
The heiress in prospective was utterly
penniless.
But that was the smallest sorrow.
For by papers of proof left, Virginia
was declared to be a child of adoption.
She had been left when a baby on the
rich man’s doorstep, and he had reared
her as his own.
And after three weeks of grievous
embarrassment, Virginia was thrust out
into the world with no hop? except
what she had fixed upon Sextus Weldon.
He only came once, and his tones
were altered and supercilious.
No matter what he said.
But Virginia’s sweet face flushed, and
she tore the betrothal ring from lier
shaking hand and gave it back to one
who was not loth to receive it.
Then she went into the world to win
her bread—not an Vasy task for' one
luxuriously reared.
She thought she could do dressmaking
nicely; but to every store and shop to
which she applied she was greeted with
the one answer:
“ Work is rather slack just now, and
of course, what we have to give is given
to the employees who have been with
us longest.”
It was from the doors of one of these
palatial places that she tottered one day,
weak from hunger, and on the marble
steps sank down in a deathly swoon.
A lady in velvet and silk with plumes
of gray sweeping over her silvery hair,
had just ascended from her coupe. She
saw the prostrateform, and looking into
the drawn, white face, started.
“Put this child into the coupe and
drive home,” she said, abruptly, to the
liveried groom.
The man obeyed, thinking that of all
the mad freaks of his honored mistress,
this was the maddest.
So, when Virginia awoke from her
long still swoon, she found herself in
a quaint, old-fashioned chamber, and
not alone.
“Where am I, and who are you?”
she asked, faintly, of the stately woman
who bent over tire couch.
“ You are with one who will never
forsake you, my child, even if you had
known sin and shame before I found
you,” said the sweet-faced woman,
holding close the quivering hands.
“ I have never sinned; but I have
been shamed to the soul by the frowns
of poverty,” answered Virginia, while
the hectic grew hotter on her cheeks.
“Be calm, dear, and listen to what I
have to tell you. When I saw you
first lying like one dead on those cold
granite steps, I ioved you. You looked,
Virginia, as my husband looked when
he lay in his coffin. I found your name
marked on your clothing. It was the
name of a little child who was stolen
from me years and years ago. While
you have been lying here ill I have
made a happy discovery. Can you guess
what it is P”
Virginia could not mistake the ex
pression of the fond, sweet handsome
face bent so close to her own.
“ You are my mother,” she said.
"Iam your mother, my darling,” an
swered the lady; “and henceforth, for
Virginia Champney, there shall be no
more toil nor trouble, if I can prevent
it.”
And only for the memory of Hugh
Girard, she would have been quite
happy.
As the daughter of one of the wealthi
est and aristocratic ladies of the city
she was perhaps more admired and
sought for than Virginia Dulnare had
even been.
And so it happened that one day Sex
tus Weldon came to woo her.
“It was very cruel for you to refuse
me as you did. Why did you break
ouv engagement, Virgie?” he asked,
with mock sorrow and humility. “I
want you (or my wife, dear,”
“ONWARD AND UPWARD.”
And with scorn in her eyes and dis
dain on her lips the girl rejected his
suit.
“The impudence of the fellow is
amusing,” laughed Mrs. Ohampney.
“ When Gapt. Dulnare chose a husband
for you, he should have chosen more
wisely. I think I shall be a better
match-maker, Virgie.”
“Are you so anxious to lose me?”
asked the girl, with humorous naivete.
Mrs. Cliampney smoothed her gray
tresses, soberly.
“ Virginia, you must marry sometime,
you know. But that is no reason why
you shall not still remain my daughter.
I only hope that your future husband
may prove as good and tender and faith
ful as your father was. And now put
on your hat and shawl, I am going to
take you to see the hero of a romance.
He is the son of one ot the old friends
of my schoolgirl days. Once upon a
time we made a fcolish compact, that
our first son and daughter should be
come husband and wife.
“Oh!” gasped Virgie, thinking of
Hugh Girard, and wondering, with a
shudder, if she was to be the victim ot
match-making all her life.
“ Well, this poor fellow fell in love
with a beautiful girl, who loved him,
but she rejected him for a richer lover.
In his despair he left his native place,
and in California—that land of gold—
he made a fortune. But with money
came misery also. He came home, and,
it is said, to die; Virgie, you are so
sweet and winning that I think you
can catch this desolate heart in the
response, you know. Then the old com
pact shall not have been made in vain.
Virginia listened with a sinking
heart.
“I can’t marry this man unless he
asks me,” she returned, bitterly.
“ He will ask you,” was the decisive
response, as the big, piebald roan was
reined up before a fashionable boarding
house.
Mrs. Champney led her daughter to a
beautiful room on the second floor.
“ Listen,” she said, pausing before
the door, that was slightly ajar.
“Virgie, my lost love! Virgie—oh,
my Virgie!”
The color flew into the white chtiks
ofibp astwippertqjirl ,
“God bless you for this,mother!” she
said, rushing into the room where Hugh
Girard lay sick almost unto death.
“ I am here, Hugh!” she cried.
What words were said in that cham
ber of illness may not be told.
Virginia came out after half an hour
with a contented smile on her sweet
young lips.
“ He will live?” said her mother, kiss
ing the blushing face.
“Yes,” answered Virgie, “he will
live for me.’’
And somebody who witnessed the
grand wedding that occurred a month
later spoke of the lovely bride, Virginia,
as a heroine of romance.
A Miner’s StlMnge Bedfellow.
Apropos of hunting and fishing, did
you ever hear of a wildcat taking pos
session of a spare bed in an inhabited
cabin. Such a case really occurred last
winter in this vicinity, at the herdhouse
of Overholt – Crouse. A Mr. Burns
had been left in charge, and for several
nights, after he had retired, was dis
turbed by a scrambling noise in the
chimney, followed by the sight of two
glaring, fiery eyeballs in the opposite
bed; and when lie (Burns) moved or
made a noise the low, fierce growl of
some wild animal. This kind of thing
occurring for several nights in succes
sion, so discomposed Bums that he
finally vamoosed the ranch, and for
some time the intruder had things his
own way. “ With plenty of fat beef and
vension in store he must have come to
the conclusion that he had struck com
fortable quarters. John Garrison, a
miner, hearing of the circumstance,
made his way to the herdhouse, deter
mined to interview the beast that had
taken possession. When he arrived at
the ranch, about 4 p. m., he was some
what surprised to find the animal in
bed aiy) disposed to fight for the Gar
oelonated establishment, but at the
sight of the gun the miner carried he
flew up the chimney and into the brush.
Garrison hung around until dark, then
went to bed, placing his gun where he
could reach it, and quietly waited for
Mr. Cat. About ten o’clock he heard a
scrambling in the monstrous chimney,
followed by the sound of stealthy foot
steps across the floor and the sight of
the flaming eyes peering out at him
from the spare bed. John carefully
raised ills rifle, took as good aim as he
could in the gloom and darkness at the
shining orbs and fired. The report of
the rifle was followed by a short scream
of agony, then tlie sound of struggling
in the opposite bunk. The intrepid
hunter struck a light and there, sure
enough, was his cat, fully five feet in
length, lying in the bed, its life blood
slowly oozing through a bullet hole in
its breast and bedabbling with its crim
son stream the blankets on which it had
sought repose. —Salt Lake Herald.
The announcement is now made that,
gum arabio was discovered in the mucil
ag e.—Some Sentinel.
A Happy Home
Is the highest and dearest gift of earth.
There is in this city one home that must
certainly be of that kind. The other
day while the guests in a fashionable
up-town boarding-house were at dinner
there was heard in the main hall the
sound of little pattering feet ■ That was
unusual, for there are no children in
that house (more’s the pity), and every
boarder involuntarily paused with up
lifted face and a look that meant hush!
Presently a babyish face peeped shyly
into the dining-room and a small voice
asked: ‘‘Where’s my mamma?”
“Mercy on us! Who is the child?”
exclaimed the landlady, a motherly
woman with the most benevolent pair
of spectacles always astride of the most
benevolent of noses and masking a pair
of the kindliest and most sympathetic
eyes.
“Why! who can it be?” chorused the
ladies.
“By jingo! here’s an episode.” Thus
the oracle of our boarding-house.
The romantic young gentleman of the
party, who is understood to have been
“ engaged ” seven times in the last twelve
months, tempted the little visitor to his
chair-side with a shining nickel, and
entered into conversation with her.
“What is your name, baby?”
“Darlinv,” was the artless reply, in a
tone of great sincerity.
Darling what?”
Little darling,” with slight emphasis
and a nod that tossed the yellow curls
over the big mild eyes in which was not
a trace of insecurity.
“ What is your papa’s name?”
“Just dear papa.”
“ And your mamma’s?”
“ Mamma, dear.”
“ What does your papa do?”
“Loves me an’ mamma and smokes
cigars, and reads and tells me stories—
and—that's all.”
: Where do you live?”
Oh, in a big, big, pretty house. I’ve
got a nice dolly that cries when I
squeeze her, and she’s got a new dress,
and a parasol and blue shoes.”
“But what street do you live in?”
“It’s a house.” (With some sur
prise.)
“ Yes, I suppose so. but—”
-> ‘4 Oh you title rogue, Lcvt
(Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I’ve
been in such a flutter about this run
away that I didn’t stop to ring but
came round to the side door, as I heard
my baby had been seen on your steps.)
The speaker was a young woman of
whom the child was a duplicate in mini
ature. Her flushed and happy face was
like the first spring flowers, and a single
look at her was enough to convince the
looker that her baby was the greatest
care she had perhaps ever known—arid
what a loving, happy kind of care it
was everybody could see. Again apolo
gizing for her unceremonious entrance,
and blushing with embarrassment at
the manifest interest which all present
had in her little truant, she vanished.
The romantic young man is understood
to have again committed himself. It
is probably true, for such a pair as that
mother and her little prattler are a pow
erful protest against bachelors and their
dismal condition.— Detroit Free Press.
Cliasad by a Waterspout.
William II. Hallock, who not long
ago was a passenger on a steamship of
the Pacific Mail company, tells of an
exciting experience while the ship was
off the coast of Guatemala. A water
spout of tremendous power suddenly
appeared near the ship. In the midst
of the consternation the captain ordered
his course reversed and soon the
steamer was driving along, with the
waterspout in pursuit. Its crest was
hidden in a dark mass of cloud, its base
seeming to operate like an immense re
volving cullender, while the entire ex
ternal periphery formed a cushion of
foam, over which the sea bird screamed,
occasionally seizing upon the dead fish
which came within reach. The spout
itself formed a sort of spiral cylinder,
streaked with opaque parallel lines
through its whole length, from the sur
face of the sea upward. These lines
were evidently ascending columns of
water, for afterward, when the upper
and lower sections became detached,
the accumulated volume of water
overhead immediately began its de
scent within the body . of the
spout, as though it had been the
valve of an immense syringe, The
water thus released must have been
equal to several tons, as it was solid
and almost black and returned to the
sea with a loud roar, all the other parts
of the aerial structure gradually dissi
pating. Perhaph the most singular of
all was the serpentine form assumed by
the section nearest the clouds, which
moved off at first almost horizontally
and then turned upon itself in a perfect
coil, so that for a moment, when the
end of the aqueous rope—or whatever
it was—switched around squarely to
the eye of the observev, showing a sec
tion, it resembled a ball of ink. When
j the spout several was in its finest .flew condition through
lightning times
the penumbra in zig-zag courses, mak
ing a spectacle not only terrible in the
manifestation of power, but sublime
atul beautiful,
CURRENT NOTES.
The Royal Agricultural society of
England offers two prizes, one of $125
and another of $50, for new varieties of
wheat. The competing sorts will be
thoroughly tested in at least four differ
ent localities, and the prizes awarded
after the harvest of 1880. Whether any
thing better will be forthcoming than
the varieties already well-known remains
to be determined; but the offer of the
society is a liberal one, and will doubt
less call out numerous competitors in
Europe as well as in this oountry.
The Andersonville(Ga.) graveyard, as
described by a recent visitor, is an un
frequented spot, except for travelers
from the North, among whom are many
war veterans who were prisoners in the
stockade. There are 13,715 graves, of
which about 1,000 are marked “ Un
known.” There is a surrounding wall of
solid brick, and the place is kept neat
by a resident superintendent under gov
ernment pay. Part of the stockade is
still standing, but nothing remains of
the prison, and the sight is covered by
bushes. There is no trace of the famous
brook, nor any mark of the wells dug by
the prisoners.
Robert Dixon walked coolly out of
his parents’ house, at Zanesville, Ohio,
ostensibly o go hunting in the woods,
but really to seek his fortune. That
was forty years ago, and he was then fif
teen years old. His father, who was
well off, spent a great deal of time and
money in searching for him, but in vain,
though he found traces of his wander
ings in the West. Old Mr. Dixon hanged
himself in 1865, bequeathing his property
to his wife, in trust for his missing son.
Still Robert remained away, and the
other relatives began to think they
would get the estate, which had grown
to be worth $100,000, on the death of
Mrs. Dixon; but he has at last returned,
and will give no account of himself.
So far this has been a year of famines.
In nearly every part ot the globejfood
has been so scare that large portions of
several populations have been destitute
of the means of life. In Brazil there is
a famine almost as terrible as that in
Ireland. In Silesia,In Italy and on the
steppes oi Russia hunger ravages the
people. In the latter country bands of
starving men and women light for gar
bage and for roots, which is all they
have to depend on for sustenance.
This is accompanied by diseases, among
them the diphtheria, the spread of which
is increased by a belief of the peasants
that a piece of bread inserted in the
mouth of a corpse dead from the disease
and then given to the children, is a safe
guard against them. In Persia parents
are selling their children for food, or
giving them poison rather than see them
die before their eyes.
The progress and improvements made
in railways have recently been set forth
most graphically in a paper prepared by
Mr. Edmond Smith, of the Pennsylvania
Central. Thirty years ago, a daily
traffic of 20,000 tons, representing some
7,000,000 tons per year, was regarded,
says Mr. Smith, as the maximum ca
pacity of a double track road between
Philadelphia and Pittsburg; now it has
reached 11,000,00: tons, without by any
means attaining the limit of its capacity.
Again, the cost of moving one ton one
mile, under the most favorable circum
stances, a few years ago was one cent;
it is now reduced to one-half cent. These
advances and reductions are attributed
chiefly to the general introduction of
steel rails, these being also furnished to
day at two-thirds the cost of iron rails
thirty years ago. Mr. Smith predicts
improvements and advancements in
railroads svstems and economy in the
future quite as pronounced as those that
have been witnessed in the past; and
among these anticipated improvements,
soon to be realized, is the illumination
of the main lines of railway at night by
the electric light.
The Number oi Sheep.
It is estimated that there are from
434,000,000 to 600,000,000 sheep in the
world, or, at the lowest estimate, over
320,833 miies of sheep, if strung along,
one closely following the other—or
nearly enough to encircle the earth
thirteen times. Of these the United
States have 36,000,000; that is, nearly
enough to make a solid column of sheep,
eight in a row, from New York to San
Francisco. Great Britain has about the
same number of sheep as the United
States, and her wool clip increased from
94,000,000 pounds in 1801, to 325.000,.
000 pounds in 1875. France and Austria
produce about as much, but the United'
States product is only about 200,009,
000 pounds—not two-thirds *bf that of
Great Britain. The great sheep-breed
ing countries of Buenos Ayres and the
River Platte brought the total wool clip
of the world last year up to 1,497,500,000
pounds.
_
In 1879 Germany produced 410,000
tons of beet sugar; France, 300,000 tons;
Austro-Hungavy, 365,000 tons; Russia,
225,000 Ions; Belgium, Holland and
Italy, 80,000 tons, making a total of
1,380,000 tons.
TERMS— $1 60 per Year.
NO. 38.
The Old Mill.
Here from the brow of the hili I look,
Through a lattice of boughs and leaves,
On the old gray mill with its gambrel root,
And the moss on its rotting eaves.
I hear the clatter that jars its walls,
And the rushing water’s sound,
And I see the black floats rise and tall
As the wheel goes slowly round.
I rode there often when I was young,
With my grist on the horse before,
And talked with Nellie, the miller’s girl,
As I waited my turn at the door.
And while she tossed her ringlets brown,
And flirted and chatted so tree,
The wheel might stop, or the wheel might go,
It was all the same to me.
’Tis twenty years since last I stood
On the spot where I stand to-day,
And Nellie is wed, and the miller is dead,
And the mill and I are gray.
But both, till we fall into ruin and wreck.
To our fortune of toil are bound;
And the man goes and the stream flows,
And the wheel moves 9lowly round.
— Thomas Dunn English, in Harper.
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
Dead business men tell no tales in the
advertising columns.— Syracuse Sunday
Times.
Philadelphia produces annually 7,000,
000 more yards of carpeting than all
Great Britain.
Last year the South raised 600,000,000
pounds of tobacco, which exceeds the
production of any other year by 12,000
000 pounds.
The pin manufacturers of the United
States have a very strong combination,
and have quadrupled the price of their
product during the past year.
The loss to the French agricultural
interest, by hail, frost, inundations,
cattle diseases, and fire during the five
years, 1873-8, foots up the uncomfortably
large sum of 1,361,216,877 francs, or
about $272,843,375.
At dinner she had a doctor on either
band, one of whom remarked that they
were well served, since they had a duck
between them. “Yes,” she broke in—
her wit is of the sort that comes in
flashes —“and 1 am between two
.juacka.?’ Timu ailrnvc i-V '
“ How much are these goor s a yard »”
said a gentleman in a dry goods store
the other day, a? he picked up and
examined a piece of iuflled silk. “Good
gracious!” cried the horrified clerk
“ that isn’t for sale! That’s the end of a
lady’s train! She’s just gone up to the
third story in the elevator.”
Young Japanese children scarcely ev r
cry, because great care is taken to keep
out of their way every possible muse of
irritation. It is probably in conse
quence of this that the Japs are, as a
race, almost exa3peratingly good hu
mored, so that a servant severely
scolded will often merely reply by a
beaming smile.
The total value of farms and buildings
in Massachusetts amounts to $182,663,-
140; fruit trees and vines, $4,674,188;
domestic animals, $17,316,381; agricul
tural implements in itse, $5,321,168.
making a total of $200,974,877; and
employing boys and men 27,097, girls
and women 8,391 —a total ot 35,488 per
sons, reeeiving annually $5,690,919 for
wages.
Miss Roseberry wanted to marry Mr.
Deputy, at Seymour, Ind., but her
father commanded her to marry Mr.
Bowers, and appointed a day for the
wedding. On the evening before she
secretly became Mrs. Deputy. She was
on hand for the other ceremony, how
ever, and it proceeded smoothly as far
as the question whether anybody ob
jected, when Mr. Deputy remarked that
he had an objection—a trifling one -
which he felt some reluctance about
mentioning—the lady was his wife.
Words oi Wisdom.
Sin has a great many tools; but a lie
is the handle which fits them all.
Ceremonies differ in every country;
but true politeness is ever the same.
Money is the metal wheel-work of
human action, the dial-plate of our
value.
There is a wealth of affection and
kindness in every human heart, if prop
erly developed.
The faults that are committed through
excess of kindness, it requires small
kindness to excuse.
If you would have your desires always
effectual, place them on things which
are in your power to attain.
If the balance of happiness be ad
justed fairly, it will be found that all
conditions of life fare equally well.
Inquisitive people are the funnels of
conversation; but they do not take in
anything for their own use, but merely
pass it to another.
A beautiful smile is to the female
countenance what the sunbeam is to the
landscape. It embellishes an inferior
face, and redeems an ugly one.
It is impossible to make people under
stand their ignorance, for it requires
knowledge to perceive it; and therefore
be that can perceive it hath it not.