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■AYBE A SERMON—
MAYBE A SONG.’
Life is a continual struggle.
t There is no stopping p dee that
wil l serve for long. It is change,
I change always; and one man in
I bis time plays many parts, as has
I been said. But he plays to differ-
I ent audiences. Just the
l p’e are never gathered together
■under just the same circumstances
Hnore than once.
B We meet and rest a moment to*
■tether in*s'6me pleasant spot; or
■we work together, growing to feel
f for the time, as brothers. For
there is no caste in blood that run-
I noth red for all; or tears that
| trickle £• r life’s sorrows. Then
Iwe drift apart, some out into the
■night to be lost t > sight among the
■ shadows; others go forth with the
idawn of a new era blushing on
their faces and their lives. We
hare like the pieces in a game of
Ichess played by the Fates. Only
■ all o F us are not wooden and our
I “moves” occasion us hoth joy and
■ sorrow. 1
| But my philosophising comes
’ lamely tonight : perhaps because I
know that 1 sat down here a mo
ment with you to say goodbye,
land philosophy never seems suffi-
Icient at such a time.
I We have had such good times
■ together —I did not realize how
■pleasant they were until the time
came to say goodbye. We have
gone a-fishing, and told such out
rageous yarns about the fish we
caught—and the beaux. And in
the spring we Exchanged recipes
for tonics warranted to turn dull,
Mfi Match flomplexions into ro-
May oney
■ And when the spring sunsets
[ burned in soft, pink splendors be
lyond the pine-clad hills we sat,
all the tender moods of the
season pulsing warmly in our
’■hearts ; noting the growth of the
callow buds and listening to the
murmured good nights of the hap
py birds. These were bits of still
life that we did not desecrate with
words; even if we were lovers.
What need, when love’s primrose
banners in the sky hung over love’s
primrose paths upon the earth,
and every wandering wind and ev
ery plump, perfumed bud was love’s
sign manual? And we were
mutely grieved when spring’s rosy
dyes of romance faded from the
west, and the buds, full of tender
mystery, at last became full, blown,
gaudy flowers and left us no more
to expect.
And in summer we disagreed
very warmly, sometimes. I shall
always insist that a bathing club
should have been the most popu
lar organization oneo uld possibly
think of during the summer
inontTiydfmTTxhroere> hope some
daring pioneer will lead the
warm inhabitants out to the river
next summer and chuck them in .
It would be refreshing to them to
be there, and refreshing to me to
see them there.
But in winter chill river floods
are unattractive, and we can read
ily forget our differences of the
| sut imer as we sit around the win
iter hearthstone. There is where
’ we have been closest together after
all. In Natur 's > >as ns of warmth
Bund harve-t cheer our fancies have
■blown lightly* hither and thither
lon every vagrant breeze.. But
1 when the ice 1 >eks u > the genial,
sappy currents >f nature, we warm
o.ir bi«>od by the cheerful blaze in
do u’s. we grow closer to
gether. Nature turns her back
upon us and chills us with her icy
moods and scolding winds and we
turn t > tiie home and to each fib
ber for comfort and cheer.
1 am inexpressibly sad
Smen I think of leaving my aceus
■Bied p ace. But it is a bit. of
-law human egotism to think that
the days will not run on the same
and the world pursue its usual
course when one shifts one’s abid
ing place to another quarter, and
I will not indulge it. lam glad to
carry with me the memory of tlose
whose kindness has made my work
easier, and whose appreciation it
was a pleasure to strive for. We
will have other good times togeth
er when our ships come into har
bor and there are no more contrary
winds and treacherous currents to
vex. And so good friends, good
night and —goodbye. E. C.
Rambling Thoughts on a Wintery
Afternoon,
It might occur to anyone of even
moderate sagacity, that the above
mentioned items were related in
some natural, logical way. And so
indeed they are. There is a rela
tion, both natural and logical, ex
isting between a dark, drippy eve
ning in mid-winter, and a medita
tive mood. Not that meditation is
necessarily confined to wet after
noons. But the general gloom that
characterizes such a day; the for
bidding aspect upon the face of
external nature; together with the
all pervading sense of comfort, su
perinduced by the music of rain
drops upon a tin roof, and the
warmth of agiowing fire —all’these
are elements of the meditative in
thought —factors, whose product
is laziness, disposing one to idle
drifting, like a piece of bark upon
the surface of a river, rather than
to the mental industry, that brings
forth well connected results.
Will the readers of the News
bear with me, while I afflict them
with some “rambling thoughts,”
remembering that the mental ac
tivities of an afternoon in January,
with the rain and cold outside, and
the warmth and glow inside, could
scarcely’ be productive of anything
better.
This reminds me Hi'S the year
189 G is already in the past. Like
a hurried dream, that floods a few
brief moments of slumber with
visions of long-forgotten griefs and
joys, and fades away into the night
all to quickly, it has come and
gone. The old year is dead. The
hopes and fears, jcys and sorrows,
strifes and heart-aches that throng
ed its calender, went into history
with its expiring breath ; while the
midnight chimes sang its requiem ;
and the frost king wrought his
magic wonders upon field
and house-top. The old year
is dead ; but the new year, with its
countless opportunities, its mighty
issues, and its unmeasured possi
bilities of good and evil, is upon
us.
The record of the past contains
much that is imperfect. Duties
have been neglected, gaps have
been left down along the way, op
portunities for self-improvement,
strength-getting, and character-
of watchfulness,
from which the*'soul might h-av<.
come forth in sweet and chastened
majesty, to renew its conflicts, and
triumph over its enemies—have
passed unimproved. All this fur
nishes ground for heart-searching,
conscientious, and thorough
repentance, deep and honest. It is
well, if out of this season of self
arraignment and contrition, there
is born h flier purpose, nobler en
deavor, and better work for the fu
ture.
We are sorry mortals indeed, if
we do not make this new year a
i brighter and happier year, than
any that have gone before.
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How close to each other lie the
smiles and tears, the sunshine and
showers, the comedies and tragedies
■of human life. One is almost dai
ly impressed with this. Do the pa
thetic and tragic predominate?
Wise men have said yes. It
significant fact, that these are
■ elements, that have to
art and Lterature, whatever endu-
' ring qualities they have possessed.
The autho? or the orator, the
artist or the musician, who would
touch deeply the chords of human
sympathy, and become master of
human hearts must le'arn the se
cret of pathos.
The songs that have become im
mortal, have been sung in a minor
key. ’The painter or poet, who has
wrought with a master hand, has
dipped brush and.psn in his own
heart’s blood. Take from Long
fellow. or Bryant, George Eliot or
Henry Grady, the under-current
of pathos the heart-throbs of deep
est pain, that run through their
best work, and you leave them
shorn of much of their power.
Human sorrow is an enduring
fact that must be taken into ac
count by those who would inter
pret the deepest philosophy of hu
man hearts.
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In a few weeks, unless executive
clemency interferes, a young man
will hang in Georgia. He stands
convicted of brutal murder. It was
this writer’s privilege to witness
the trial that issued in his death
sentence.
The entire personality of this
young man presented a theme for
interesting study. The almost
womanly delicacy of his features,
the tender curves of the perfect
mouth, the poise of the head, the
flash of the dark eyes would have
made him a splendid character for
a dime novel.
The evidence against him was
overwhelming. And one could but
wonder that a nature so depraved,
a character so vicious should be
wrapped up in a personality so
winning. He had in him the ele
ments of successful leadership. A
glance at his strong, fearless face,
would impress you with the idea
of almost unlimited force.
I felt a deep sense of sadness at
the sight of such a perversion of
great possibilities. Nor is this
morbid sympathy. It is with a
full sense pf the enormity of his
crime in my mind, that I say that
there is more occasion for sadness
th?n for exultation, in this specta
cle of a worse than wasted life.
It is such spectacles that sadden
the heart of the Good Father and
make the angels weep.
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How much have her dity and
environment to do with making
criminals?
Given the inherited criminal in
stinct and such surroundings a’s*
will foster and develop it, and in
the absence of any counteracting
forces, what need you expect but
an “exceeding general cuss?” I
would not be misunderstood. This
young Ishmaelite is without ex
cuse, and doubtless merits all the
punishment to be meted out to
him. But is society guiltless?
What has she done, what is she
doing to save his sort, before they
reach his measure of depravity?
Given a public press, that gives
daily publicity to all revolting de
tails of crime and scandal, thereby
preparing susceptible minds for
the implantation of all evil; given
a convict system that educates its
subjects in more advanced forms
of deviltry, and why need wb be
surprised that the criminal records
grow' no smaller? . «
It is the sowingof dragon’s teeth
for a harvest of devils.
The wonder is, the harvest is not
greater.
Let the state take some lessons
in crimnology. A- B. Pope.
A Parson’s Blessings.
In one of the rural districts a
Georgia minister was invited to
dine with a ci izen who, though
wealthy, furnished his table p oi
ly. When they were seated die
host said:
“Times are mighty tight, parson
an’ we ain’t got nothin’ much to
■ set before you, but sich as it is you
air welcome. Will you ask a bles
i sing on what you see?”
The parson, observing the scant
repast, lifted up his voice and said :
“Lord make us thankful for
what we see and may we be able
f*to find it when we reach for it.
' Let it not escape us and prove a
snare and delusion Amen. Thank
you for the greens."—Atlanta
• Constitution.
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DESTRUCTIVE FIRE.
Center. Ala., Almost Wholly De
stroyed.
Fire broke out in the store of
; Ward Bros., in Centre last Tuesday
■ morning before day, and it burned
the larger part of the town before
it could be controlled.
The fire is supposed to have ori
ginated from a defective flue and
had gained good headway before it
was discovered.
It spread rapidly and the princi
pal part of the business concerns
were consumed.
The burned district contained
the following:
Ward Bros., store house and liv
ery stable; Jas. A. Webb, general
merchandise, over his store was
used by Masonic, K. of P. and Odd
Fellows ; J. W. P. Johnson, general
merchandise, barn in rear also
burned; black smith shop belong
ing to W. P. Snider; J. C. JSale,
general- merghandise; P. H. -jChis
olm, general rear
a cottage belonging to Mjs. Ward;
- Tennessee hotel, office
•/•Building, two or three vmiant stores
and barns, W. A.. Cobljgrresidence
and the-Dr. Cabbot old homestead.
The loss will exceed $50,000 with
not nearly sufficient insurance to
cover it.
The details cannot be obtained
as the nearest telegraph office is at
Round mountain, seven miles a
way.
The loss to the little Alabama
city is a terrible one.
Rheumatism is a foe which give
no quarter. It torments its vic
tims day and night. Hood’s Sar
saparilla purifies the blood and
cures the aches and pains of rheu
matism.
Hood’s Pills are the best family
cathartic and liver medicine.
Gentle, reliable, sure.
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Peculiar Mental Affliction.
In Massachusetts there are two
brothers, aged 24 and 25 years,
who are suffering a peculiar men
tal affliction. Both are educated
and of good address. Recently
both went crazy at the same time
and both acted in precisely the
same manner. Whatever one
would do the other would do at
the same time. It appeared that
their actions were governed by the
same mind. When one slept the
other would sleep; when one yawn
ed the other would yawn ; when
one wanted to shoot his father the
other got a pistol and joined him.
In fact, in every act they duplica
ted each other, even if they chanc
ed to be in separate rooms. Phy
-1 sicians are studying the strange
manifestation.
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A Tribute of Respect.
Whereas, on the second day of
i January, 1897, it pleased God to
remove from our midst by death
Daisy Oglesby, be it.
i Resolved,!. That our Sabbath
School has lost one of itsmostdil
igent and useful members —one
■ who took all interest in the ad
vancement of her class, one who
i loved her teacher, one whose ten
der heart was devoted to her Mas
-1 ter and his cause.
i Resolved, 2. That by this wise
providence of God.' the hearts of
our Sabbath School band have
been made very sad.
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Resolved, 3. That although we
s sorely feel her loss, yet we take
comfort in the assurance that she
is resting in the arms of Jesus, and
that, emulating her example we
• shall meet her in the “beautiful
’ beyond.”
Resolved, 4. That a copy of.
these resolution be sent to the be
' reaved family. And that the Sum
merville News and Trion Echo
each be furnished a copy for pub
' lication, and that a page in our
1 Sunday School record be inscribed
to her memory.
A precious one from us has flown,
t A voice we loved is stilled,
: A place is vacant in our midst,
. Which never can be filled.
3 Tenia J. .Owings, 1
Lena L. Thurman, Com
Edith B. Jarnagin, )
‘ Menl ~ Ga.
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Ahether it be .leekoy whnß|
Sunday out to propitiate ■
dess of the hay field, or
geiieloinan who swears at hiBBMBB|
for a speck of dust when «|B|||||
for a certain impartant
lie is worthy of notice, i. ..
the frog, when he will r'.'e.&B
becomes a nero fit
uneasy period of epurtship
the souls of men and shows what
stuff they are made of, and there
fore the manners of men of the
Fifteenth Century, when marrying
or trying to marry indicate very
fairly the refinement of society at
that time.—Emily Baily Stone, in i
January Lippincott’s.
Rich red blood is the foun-
dation of good health. That is why
Hood’s Sarsaparilla, the One True
Blood Purifier, gives HEALTH.
• In Memorial!!,
After a lingering illness of con
sumption of about one year’s dura
tion on Tuesday evening at 6 o’-
clock the sweet spirit of Miss Dora
Rambo, passed over the dark river
of death into the “home of tihe
soul.” i
She was born July 12,
was in the bright
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than tlm history of
illness and triumphant '4B
fords. Gifted with a mind
common mould, and a sweet disp<®
sition, her presence in society and ’
the home circle was ever a “Light
of purest ray serene.” The life of
one so “beautiful without but all
glorious within,” shall be an inspi
ration to us, ever leading us on
ward through ways of pleasantness
. and paths of peace.” To the be
, reaved father, brothers and sisters
we will say, “All things work to
gether for good to those that love
God.” For strength and consola
tion we will point them to the
great Comforter. L. F.
Is it “overwork” that has filled’
this country with nervous dyspep
, tics? —that takes the flesh off their
, bones, the vitality from their
i blood, and makes them feeble, e
, maciated and inefficient? No. It
[ is bad cooking, overeating of indi
i gestible stuff,* and other health
fl destroying habits.
I The remedy is an artificially di
.! gested such as the Shaker Diges
, : five Cordial. Instead of irritating
. • the already inflamed stomach the
. I Cordiai gives it a chance to rest by
1 nourishing the system itself and
digesting other food taken with it.
iSo flesh and strength return. Is
I not the idea rational? The Cordial
;is palatable and relieves imme
[di&tely. No money risked to de
cide on its value. AlO cent trial
■ bottle does that.
Laxpl is the best medicine for
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