Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 46, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 May 1878 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE

1EBRE HAUTE, MAY 11,1878

THE DEACON18 PR A YER.

BY WILLIAM O. 8TODDABD.

In the regalar evening meeting, That the church holds every week, One night a listening angel sat

To hear them pray ana speak.

Itpnzzled the soul of the angel Why some to the gathertcg came, But sick and sinful hearts he saw,

With grief and guilt aflame. V-f

They were silent, but said to the angel, f* "Our lives have need of Him!" While doubt, with doll, vague, throbbing

StlrredtVrough their spirits dim.

You could see 'twas the regular meeting,-, And the regular seats were filled 1 And all knew who would pray and talk,

Though any one might that willed. "T From his place in front near the pnlpit.

In his long-accustomed way, When the book was read, and the hymn was sung,

The deacon arose to pray.

First came the long preamble— If Peter had opeued so, He had been, ere the Lord his prayer hac heard,

Fully fifty fathoms below. "V*

Then a volume of Information $ Poured Jorth as if to the Lord, Concerning His ways and attributes,

And the thing* by Him abhorred.

Bnt not in the list of the latter Was mentioned the mocking breath, Of the hypocrite prayer that is not prayer,

And the make-believe life In death.

Then he prayed for the church and pastor, And that souls might be his hire," Whatever his stipend otherwise—

And the Sunday school and the choir

And the swarming hordes of India, And the perishing, vile Chinese, And the millions who bow to the Pope of

Rome.

And the Pagan churches of Greece

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And the outcast remnants of Juilah, 4 Of whose guilt lie had mnch to tell— He prayed, or he told the Lord he prayed.

For everything out of hell.

Twas the regular evening prayer, And the regular prayer was made, But the listening angel told the Lord

That only the silent prayed.

CHAPTER VI.—

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Now, if all that burden had really Been weighing upon his soul. 'Twould have sunk him through the China side,

And raised a hill over the hole

The Family Curse.

A DOMESTIC STORY. «f I1Y MRS. HEHKCCA HARDING DAVIS, Author of "Life In the Iron Mills," "Dallas'

Ualbraltb," "John Andios," etc.

CONTINUED.'

There was a short silence. 'I am to be A poor man, Jenny,' with a dogged settling of his whole stout, square figure. 'I faced my fato,to-day. I am not only poor, but dull. I fancied I had a certain power—but I was mistaken, it seems. I mean to give it all up now, and go down to the place intended tor me. I'll begin as a hand in one of the foundries.'

He was looking steadily down at the black hulk of the Firefly, growing dim in the sombre twilight. Men do not expose tLeir emotions in sighs or pallor thore was only a harder glitter in his black

eye

looking at it. But Jenny was

a| woman, and knew by keen instinct what it cost him to give up his claim to any skill or power before the woman he loved, and go down among the world's drudges for life. 'Surely there is no need that you should «o this.' 'I can see no other way. There is no a of he re I a "nothing but a machinist, and I have 5%orked more with my head than my hands. Some day I might make my •way up but I must begin at the beginning. Jei»nv will you go down there with me? 'Will yon be a workman's "wife?' lie came closer to her, and took both her bands in his, which were damp land cold. 'Understand me'—before she could speak—'you must be poor as I.

No man shall say Nalbro Jaquett, when all else failed, married lor money. You must give up vours—every dollar. I'll work for yon I'll keep you tenderly asa baby.' She looked up, half laughing and half trying, into his colorless face, with its dilated nostrils and gleaming eyes. 'You are afraid!' he said, in the same qulot, repressed tone, 'of poor food ,and shabby clothes. I'd go down to death for you.' •But it's so miserable to'be poor.' 'Is love nothing? Lovef'

He drew her closer in front of him his

fiassiohate,

honest soul spoke to her

brough his eyes in this, its extremest Qstralt of need and pain. Her own were full of lovely color and softest light. ,That was all. Because Jenny knew, or fancied she knew, tbat this prospect of a wrecked life, in which nothing remained but hard manuel labor, was all a de luston. In three months, Nalbro Jaquett would be an Independent man, ready to woo l»is bride as other young men had wooed her. It would be time enough then to open her heart and •how him what place, If any.be had there. This passion aud pain of to-day was an exciting little melodrama to her —nothing more.

Just as a surgeon curiously watches the blood flowing from a wound, knowing that at a certain stroke of the clock ^it will be staunched though sometimes the blood UJWS faster than the surgeon has any knowledge of. and when the moment comes, the clock strikes to dead ears. *1 know how mad this would seem to .many men,' said Jaquett, gravely. 'I know how good wealth and its comforts are. But they are not to be mine. I thought, when I saw you coming, peroi#shape God meant to leave me something aya abetter. Ijudged you by myself, and I thought wealth and comfort would mat^ter little to you if yoo loved me. Do you love me?'

She tried to draw her hands from him. *He released her quickly. 'Forgive me 1 did not mean to be rough with you. *WH1 yoo not answer my question?' aM 'When came here,' said Jensy, fold«ing her ahawl deliberately about her, 'I thought that was the story you had to tell me, and I determined to make you no reply, for a reason fh**e,

Jaquett drew yet farther back. «I do .r.«jnot wish to hasten you. I will not ask any promise from you. Only a word or look, to show that yoo love me. Itnj*^ Skuj tera a great deal to me that TOO ahould .•AH tell me this now, If It be true.* •I de not see auy neceaaity for telling SS you now, if it were true.' •It is a necessity—to me. I have lost great deal to day.' He looked beyond .. iber again, beginning, in a vague way, to close his ooat, as though he were fold.

There was a

curious

prostration In both

his mind .1 la bo*y. 'It's all ftoiag from me to-day,' he caul 'I moat have

M, JJ&.

something to take the place of what I have loet.

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told yoo that I should make no explsnations to-dsy. When I have ™*d® up my mind, I hare made up my mind. I will go to the carriage now.' She walked hastily to the end of the path, and then suddenly turned, al&blusbee and dewy softness. 'Nalbro!' •Yes.'

As she drove away, Vaughan, on his delicate gray, caracoling alongside, she shot a backward glance at the man in the workman's dress in the entrance to the woods. She could read all the hunger and pain and flickering hope in his face. •I said I'd punish him, and I did it nicely,' she thought, comolacently settling her skirts. 'Is it possible Father Jaquett will be so silly as to keep that matter of the will from him now? He is so pushed to the wall to-night that he might be tempted to—' She turned pale. 'I wish I had given him a hint! I wish I had! However!' and she turned to Yaughan with a smile and a quite fresh new blush

CHAPTER VII.

It was late that nigLt before Nalbro, sitting alone in the dingy little shop, heard Vaughan coming back along the road. His mare's hoofs beat a merry tune on the frosty ground, and he was singing to keep time. You could hear his thin, carefully turned quavers along way off. Jaquett trimmed the lamp aud stirred the fire before he went out to meet him. 'Halloo! Vaughan. Don't stumble over that pig iron, Bess,' he called. Vaughan glanced sharply at him. The old heartiness had come back to his tone, and the cordial smile to *his eyes. Those half dozen parting words of Jen ny's had been fuel enough to warm the stupid fellow's heart into hope afresh. 'You have not been at work in the forge?' said Vaughan, as he tied the horse and followed Jaquett in the door. 'No I've done nothing but toast my toes. I was too unsettled and restless to take op the tools to-night. Pull up to the fire, Will.'

But Will stood behind a chair, still in his overcoat, looking at the fire or desk —anywhere but at the bluff, sturdy figure sitting before him, the poker again in bis hand. 'It is just as well you did not go to work, Jaquett. It would have been time lost, after all.' 'No I'll make the engine all right tomorrow what do you mean?'turning suddenly. 'Have you heard news?' •yes I bsv6«' 'Well, go on. Don't stand there paltering. I'm not a girl, am I, that you are afraid to tell me?' He had risen and stood, bioader and bigger than ever, before the slight figure of the other man, who fumbled in his breast pocket for a bundle of letters. 'I know what it is, Vaughan it's all up—I expected it.'

Vaughan did not look at him his white fingers shook with the cold so that he could scarcely open the package. 'It Is a letter from Crossin, on private business. I found it waiting for me. Here is the part that refers to you,' taking out onesbeetand handing it to him. Jaquett carried it closer to the lamp, and read in silence for a minute. 'The invention superseded by another—for the same purpose—more effectual 1' They've stolen it from me, then!' with an oatb. 'Your men are cursed thieves! They've stolen it from me!' 'You'll notice, Jaquett—be calm, I beg of you—you'll notice that be speaks of the other as patented a year before you submitted yours to inspection. Here: 'Patented a year ago, but only lately introduced to our notice.' Do you see?' Vaughan's fair, feminine face was oddly auxlous and haggard, as if it were he who had suffered loss.

Nalbro read the letter ovor twice,carefully, then folded it up, and laid it down without a word. ~'You understand, Jaquett?' 'Yes, I see. It's done with forever. There, don't talk about it.' He arranged the fire, opened the window and then the door, looking out at the night, took down the thermometer and held it to the light. 'You keep your daily record still, Will?" in a loud, careless voice. 'By George! what a systematic fellow yon are! I've hardly known lately, whether it was winter or summer. What's the news about town, eh? How did Nally make out with tbat suit of his? Eh?' walking about heavily as Vaughan began to answer him, and then coming hastily up in the middle of a seutence, and putting bis hand -on Vaughan's shoulder, with vacant eyes, and evidently deaf to the sound ol the other's voice. •What are you standing for—going? I'm dull company, thatVtrne. You'll find me as hearty and brisk as ever tomorrow. I don't know why I'm so damnably run down to-night/ 'I don't tbiuk it needs explanation. Upon my soul, I pity you, Nalbro. It Is not an easy thing to find at your age one's life proved to nave been a—a mistake.' •A failure, you mean to say,' hurriedly. 'It need not be tbat. 1 aimed my shot too high, that's all. If my bead is worth nothing, I can go to work with my ban Js. There are two or three people in tae world who'll think no worse of me lor being an honest puddler, if I am no genius. Jackey and the poor old man at home did think me that/ with a ho^ky laugh.

Yee, they believe in you.'

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She put her hand on his sleeve again, and slid it down into his hand. 'Come to me in three months from now, and I will answer your question.' 'Do you mean—' •If I meant to tell yon, I£shouldnswer it now.' •Ah! Jaquett are you there?' cried Vaughan's cheerful voice. 'I stopped at the blacksmith's to have Bess shod, and found Ben here waiting for his mistress so I waited, too. Shall I assist you, Miss Cortrell Here is the carriage.' 'Will you take care of me, Mr. Vaugban?' and Jenny paused, ber foot on the step, with exsctly the same words, timid inflection of tone, and helpless glance, which she hsd bestowed on Jaquett half an hour before.

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Vaughnn's harassed and vague manner was so mnch at variance with his usual composure, that Jaquett looked after him as he moved uneasily about the room. He bad not thought augbau would have taken even trouble or bia own so much to heart. Will was a staunch friend Nalbto'a eyes suddenly lighted with a look more tender tbau aty of Jenny's smiles, but he said nothing.

Vaughan stopped in front of him suddenly. '.You mean it? You are goip# as a workman into one of the ml liar •Yee, to morrow.' 'You destroy all your chanoea in lila by aticb a step.' •What chance*? I will make a living in the only way left to me. I will be the same, whatever my work may be.' •To your father or me, vw but to your wife?—some day you will wish to marry, Jaouett*'

Most men have some sort of mask under which to hide their secrete from an assault like this but Nalbro "a rough, abajney free was a* transparent as a child's alt the great hope, wkich had be* oorne a certainty to-day in his heart, lay

SATURDAY

there, ssnguine snd tender, for any pass-er-by to tee. Why should he be ashamed of his love?

He did net answer for a few moments, however he was sitting before the low fire, with the bound's muole on his knee. He said at last: *1 think a woman who cared for me would be the faitbfuller the lower I aank. Even Blunder here would be that,' and went on stroking the dog's jaws thoughtfully.

The lamp bad burned out, and the fire was low, burning in yellow splutters of flame. Vaugban leaned over the high desk, watching tbe shadows flickering over tbe dog and man silent for a moment—tbe imminent moment in which, like a cautious chess player, he scanned all tbe chances of the game before making tbe final move. For the first time, he detected the secret of Jaquett'a character he was, inside of all, a domestic man leave bim the chance of love and a home, and bis courage and cbeerfnloess would spring np perennial, no matter what storm of disaster might sweep over him. It was for the benefit of tbat little yellow haired woman yonder that the man bad lived and worked so far, and it was in the faith of her he weuld die fn tbe end, more than in any strength of bis own.

Vaughan began tounderstai bis victim at last—to see tbe

whence tbe

red life blood throbbed, just when such knowledge would be useful to him. No doubt the girl to-nigbt had fooled Jaquett to tbe top of his bent. Vaughan pulled bis moustache with an amused smile, thinking what an insatiate little coquette she was—with all other men than himself. He hesitated before speaking again he wished to frame his words so that there should be no actual lie in them he had no doubt tbat if he chose to hold out his ha(nd,Jenny would be but too willing to nestle to bis side tbat brawny Jaquett (who was twice the man he was in'tbe eyes of all other men) might be possessed, body and soul, by the desire for the yellow haired little woman, as men were possessed by a demon in old time, yet she stood waiting to come to bim at tbe first call, to bide her head in his breast, to givs him her kisses*

Wby should he not tell Jaquett this? It was no lie? 'I am glad you are so sure of some good woman's love, Nalbro. I'm glad you told me of it. It makes it easier for me to tell my own secret. I think tbat is, I intend to marry soon. I've been an idle dog eo long/ hurrying on, when tbe other would have spoken, 'I'll be abetter man when Jenny Cortrell is my wife.'

There was no reply. The smouldering coal was puffing black smoke now, and he could see nothing beyond tbe heavy, motionless figure on tbe hearth the dog's jaws on its knees. He knew Jaquett well enough to be sure that it would not occur to bim to doubt his word.

It had bpen such along strain it had beenbysuch skillful plotting he had drawn this poor wretch to the condition of body and mind where be bad bim today. Now it needed but a touch, and the work was done. But he was glid he could not see the man's face.

Jaquett had turned toward bim, and was speaking. Vaughan caught only a word. 'When, did I say? When?' glancing about for a probable answer. 'In three months I will inherit, I think, a little property, and tbat would be a lucky time to marry. What do you advise? Miss Cortrell did not bint any secret to you in ber walk this evening?' •No.' •I did not know,' with a forced laugh. 'She's an indiscreet little body, and she has a warm friendship for you, Jaquett/ He caught a glimpse of Nalbro's face now, and drew back yet tbe strongest expression on it was that of dull bewilderment. 'She said,' be began slowly, 'that In three months there was a story which she would tell me.' •You do not think tbat I was concerned in it? She migbt have told you more plainly. That was but a dull jest in Jenny.'

Vaughan's laugh died away in Lollow silence. He got up alter a moment, tbe nervous strain growing intolerable to him, and, muttering something about Bess, went out. Half an hour passed before he came back. He found Jaquett sitting motionless on the bench. However vehement he might be habitually, great pain or great emergency always coolfd and stilled him. 'You are going iu to Porter's mill tomorrow, I supposo, Noll.' .. •Yes.' ,-t r'- I 'A jolly young puddler, eh?' whistling a tune. 'Your muscles will come in use now?'

Jaquett glanced down at himself, but said uotbing. Tbe same thought was in the minds of both men. He had nothing but brute force for which use could be found.

The dog, tired of tbe heat, crept out to tbe door. 'Here, sir,' cried Vaugban, 'don't leave your master alone to-night.' He meant nothing by the words, and was sorry for tbem a moment after, see' ing bow Jaquett watched the brute hen itate, and finally turned bis back on bim. It was a trifle, yet it showed how tbe currents set against bim. Vaughan would have spared him all the pain he could.

A moment after he came up bebind Nalbro and tapped bim on the arm. His voice bad an unnatural tone in it. A sudden jet of flame sparkled on a flask .on tbe table, and a delicate glass brimming with some yellowish green liquid. 'I'm going to prescribe for you, Jaquett. You're utterly run down. It is madness not use artificial stimulus in a caso like yours. This is a simple tonic—absinthe.'

Jaquett glanced around indifferently. •I do not drink, you know, Vaugban,' he said, resuming bis old position. 'You have heard of tbe Tembrokes? You are afraid?' 'No. There is no danger for me.' 'Thero is nothing here but a thimbleful—its a cordial of herbs—wormwood.' Vaughan's slight figure stood carelessly leaning against tbe mantle-shelf, turning the glass until now and then tbe light caught a golden sparkle in It. 'Smell it,' be said, stooping. 'It is perfectly innocent. My God! man,' with sudden vehemence, 'you are shipwrecked utterly. If there's no other help for you in lif«, take this! Try it.'

There was a curious hunger in Jaquett'a eyes following the fragrant liquor, but he put it aside. 'That poor stuff can neither help or harm me.' 'No. I did but jest, But,aa it can't barm you, drink one glass to Jenny and me. You forgot to wish us joy.'

Nalbro stood up heavily. 'I wish you joy, Vaugban/ be said, 'and—your wife.' Then be turned to his seat again. But Vaugban held him. 'Drink then,' hastily. 'Men seal audi wishes by a sip of wine. Its a mete custom, why should you refuse, unless you have secret ill-will to ns?' with a significant look. •l*ve been a true mend to you, Vaugban. 1 never was as true as I have been to-night* •Prove it, then. •Well, it ia a. trifle.* He took the glaas and raised It to hf* lip*. 'F.rr you and J6nny,' he said, and drank 1W

EVENING MAIL

The town clock struck. 'I'm going now it is late,' said Vaugban, nervousIv buttoning his coat, looking at Jaquett sitting over the dying ashes on the liearth. 'Let me strike alight for you. Tbia moonlight ia ghastly.' •No matter. Ieave your flask, Will. I feel stronger already. I needed a tonio.'

Vaughan went out, mounted, rode a few rods, and then galloped bank. He was very pale when be entered tbe little shop. 'I can't leave you with this—I mean—I'd like to do you a good turn tonight. You have been a friend to me. Put on your coat and come with me. I'll throw this damned stuff out.'

Jaquett looked around dully. 'W^at? The medicine? As you plesse. I do not want any more of it. But I'd like to be alone, Vaughan.' •You do not feel any effect from it, then?' hesitating,, flask in hand, with a strange mixture of bitter chagrin and relief. 'Well, I'll put it on a shelf. If

fou

point

take it now, it is at your own risk. wash my bands of the whole matter. Good-night,'

Early the next morniug, Vvughan came back to tbe riverside. One or two millers met bim sauntering up from a group collected about tbe Firefly. •Is Jaquett there?' •Yes. He has almost persuaded us to try his invention. I never saw a man with such a white beat of energy. It'a contagious.' 'I never believed there was snytbing in the fellow before,' said tbe other.

Jaquett came up to meet Vaughan, trolling out some scrap of triumphant song. He was carefully dressed, carried himself very erect—his face was pale, his eyes brilliant. •You look as if you bad found the elixir of life since last night,' said Vaugban to him, bitterly. •It was your tonic. It put new blood in my veins. I feel as if I were going to begiu life again this morning. And I mean to give Fate a hard fight for my rights—Fate and yon,1 with a fierce, significant whisper. •With the help of my tonic?' 1 'With it or without it. I do not think I will touch it again.'

Vaugban quitted him and joined the group ou tbe-bank. Wben.be left them half an^hour later, he nodded good-by. 'I am off to the mountains for a week or two,' he said 'my business here can go on without me.' [to be continued.]

WHY LIZZIE DIDN'T MARR Y. They were seated together, side by side, on the sofa in the parlor. 'Lizzie,' said he, 'you must have rtad my heart ere this you know how dearly I love you.' 'Yes, Fred.' she answered, very calmly, 'you have certainly been very attentive.' •But Lizzie, darling, do you lovo me? Will you be my wife?' 'Your wife, Fred? Of all things! No, indeed nor any one else's.: •Lizzie, v« hat do you mean?' •Just what I say, Fred I ve two married'sisters.' -«i •Certainly and Mrs. Hopkins and Mrs. Skinner have two very good husbands, I believe.' 'So people say bnt I wouldn't like tb stand in wither May's or Nell's shoes— that's all.' 'Lizzie, you astonish oie.' •Look here, Fred I've had over twenty three sleigh rides this winter—thanks to you and my other gentlemen friends.' Fred winced a little here,whether at the remembrance of that unpaid livery bill, or at the idea of Lizzie's sleighing with other gentlemen friends, I cannot positively aver. 'How many do you think my sisters have bad? Not the

Bign

of

one, either of tbem. Such pretty girls as May and Nellie were, too, and so much attention as they used to have.', 'Now, Lizzie—' 'I'm fond of going to lbe theater occasionally, as well as to a lecture or conoert sometimes, and I shouldn't like it, if I proposed attending auy such entertainment, to be invariably told that times were too hard, and my husband couldn't afford it, and then to have bim sneak off alone. 'And then, if, once in a dog's age, he did condescend to go with me anywhere in tbe evening, I shouldn't like to lie left to piok my way along the slippery places, at tbe risk of breaking my neck, be walking along unconsciously by my side. I'm of a dependent, clinging nature, and I need the protection of a strong arm.' 'Liczie, this i« all nonsense.' 'I'm the youngest of our family, and perhaps I've been a little* spoiled. At all events, I know it would break my heart to bare my husband vent all tbe ill temper which he conceals from the rest of the world on my defenseless head.' 'But Lizzie, I promise you that—' 'Ob 3 es, Fred I know what you are going to say—that you will be different but May and NelL have told me time and again tbat no better husbands tban theirs ever lived, and I'm inclined to believe tbem. No, no, Fred, as a lover you are just perfect, and I shall awfully bate to give you up. Still, if you are bent on marrying, there are plenty of girls who have not married sisters, or wbo are not wise enough to profit by tbeir example if they have. And don't fret about me, for I've no doubt I can find soihe one to fill your place—'

But, before Li trie bad concluded,Fred made for tbe door, muttering something 'unmentionable to ears polite.' •There!' exclaimed Lizsie, as the street door closed with a bang 'I knew he was no better thap tbe rest. ThafcV precisely the way John and Alex swear and slam doors when things don't go just right. He'd make a perfect bear of a husband butj'm sorry he came to the point so soon, for be was just a splendid beau.'.

WANTED A MAN TO "SIT WITH SAL." Virginia City Chronicle.

Yesterday afternoon a green looking couple, evidently newly married, called at the photograph gallery of Beals A Water house and wanted their pictures takeu. Just as Mr. Beals bad got his plate ready tbe man called him aside and taid be wanted to ask a favor. 'I was told in Carson that you took tbe best pictures in tbe state. Now, you see Sal and I gtt hitched down there last Monday now, her folks go a goed deal on style, and they live in tbe states. Tbey never saw me. and if I send my mug bade east they'll be dead agin me sura. I'm a darned sight better tban I look* and when people come to know me tbey vote me a brick. Now what I want is to get some good lookin' man to sit with Sal for picture. Will you stand it? She's willin'. Them big whiskers of yours 11 catch 'em sure and create harmony. You look like a solid capitalist,and they'll take me for a pettylarceny thief.' Mr. Beals enjoyed the idea immensely, and sat with 'Sal' for

the

picture, which will doubtless carry joy Into the household of the eastern relatives in a week or so.

A man sfeoWi his character by what he lauuts at, and his culture by the way be does it.

Little People.

A West Hill boy wandered into a Jefferson street drug store, yesterday, and wanted to buy ten cents' worth of fly paper "to make kites of."—Hawkeye. y. •, "Can any one in the school tett me why a ship ia called aheT" asked a teacher in a suburban school the other day. "Because she is rigged up," answered a amart boy in the back row.

A boy at a crossing having begged something of a gentleman, tne latter told him he would give. him something ss he came back. The boy replied: "Your honor wonld be surprised if you knew the money I have lost by giving credit that way."

A gentleman, whose proboscis had suffered amputation, was invited out to tea. "My dear," said the good woman of tbe house to her little daughter, "I want you to be very particular and to make no remark abont Mr. Jenkin's nose.". Gathered about the table, everything was going well tbe child peeped about, looked rather puzzled, and at last startled the table: "Ma, why did you tell me to say nothing about Mr. Jen kin's nose He hasnt got any!"

At the conclusion of a festival last summer, an excellent teacher, desirous of administering a trifling moral lescon, inquired of the boys if they bad enjoyed the repast. With the ingenious modesty of youth they all responded, "Yes, sir.'' "Then," ask^d tbe excellent teacher, "if you bad slipped into my garden and bad slipped into my gsrden and pioked those strawberries without my leave, would they have tasted as good as now Every small boy in that stained and stickv company shrieked, "Noj sir!" "Why not?" "Cause," said little Thomas with the cheerfulness of conscious virtue, "then we shouldn't have had sugar and cream with 'em."

Once on a time, ssys a correspondent, my cousin's child, a four-year-old boy, had to "try on" some garments. -His admiring mother, finding she had made a bad muddle of tbe cutting, naturally vented her own irritation on the restive little figure wriggling under the infliction of "taking in here and letting out there." It ended in her giving the poor child a slight shaking. At night, as his mother was preparing him for bed, he said: "I was so nsugbty you had to shake me, mamma, didn't you, cause I wosldn't stan'still when you was a making my new close, would I?" The»i, suddenly, "Say, mamma, tell me what God has to do to the naughty little boys up in Heaven that won't stan' still when He's a makin' of 'em."

MORSELS FOR SUN DAY OONTEM PLATION.

It is worthy of note tbat tbe men and women who think most highly of themselves and most meanly of others, are those who render back to society for the good things they enjoy the smallest re turn of personal comfort.

It is common to overlook what is near by, keepiug the eye fixed on something which is remote. In the same manner present opportunities are neglected, and attainable good is slighted by minds busied in extensive ranges, and intent upon future advantages.

There are no fragments so precious as those of time, and none so needlessly lost by people who cannot make a mo ment, and yet can waste years.

If a man'8 religion is pretentious on Sunday and obscure on week days you had better do business with him «n a cash basis.

Mere vulgar wealth, without liberality and public spirit, is the bane of any live and progressive community.

The single effort by which we stop short in our downward path to perdition is itself a greater exertion of virtue than a hundred acts of justice.

Evory person has two educations—one which he receives from others, aud one, more important, which he gives himself.

The highest mark of esteem a woman can give a man is to ask his friendship, and the most signal proof of her inditference is to offer him hers.

A zealous soul without meekness is like a ship in a storm, in danger oi wreck. A meek soul without zeal is like a ship in a calm, that moves net so fast as it ought.

How little is known of what is in tbe bosoms of those around us! We might explain many a celdness could we look into the heart concealed from us' we should often pity where we batb, love when we curl the lip with scorn and indignation. To judge without reserve of any human action is a culpable temerity, of ail our sins the most uufeeling aud frequent.

When our pup runs over, we let others drink tbe drops tbat fail, but uot a drop within tbe rim,and call it charity when the crumbs are swept from the taolo, we think it geuerous to let tbe dogs eat them, a& if tbat were charity which permits others to have what we can not keep which ssys to Ruth, 'Glean after the young men.' 'Let fall also some of tbe handstul on purpose for her.'

Characters never change opinio as alter characters are only developed. Every one looking downward becomes impressed with bis own greatness, but, looking upward, feels his own littleness.

Dare to change you mind, confess your error, and alter your conduct, when you are convinced you are wrong.

Virtue and reason reciprocate for whatever is virtuous is rational, and whatever is rational is also virtuous.

Tbe three most difficult things are—to keep a secret, to forget an injnry and to make good use of onr»'* insure.

Tbe vicious, notwithstanding the sweetness of their words, and tbo honey of their tongues,have a w».ol# storehouse of poison within their hearts.

A room without picture is like a room withoot windows. Pictures are loopholes of escape to the soul, leading to other scenee and other spheres. Pictures are consolers of lone lines# tbey are books, tbey ve histories snd sermons, bich we can read withoot the trouble of turning over tbe leaves.

Oncx after Dr. Stonebouse hsd finish ed preaching, Garrick, the actor, took bim to task for scampering out of the pulpit so hastily. He said: 'Nothing can be more indecent then to sees clergyman set sbout sacred service ss if be were a tradesman and wanted to get through as soon ss possible. But what books migbt those be which you had before you on tbe desk?' ^oly the bible snd prayer book! replied tbe preacher. rOnly tbe bible and prayer book!' rejoined the actor, 'why, you tossed tbein about and turned over tbe leaves as carelessly as if they were a day book and a ledger!' Storehouse uevtr forgot these leasous, in elocution learned from the stage.

A Debatable Question.

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