Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 December 1886 — Page 9
la the pure soul, although it sing or pray, TBie Christ is born anew from day to day. The life that knoweth Him shall hide apart And keep eternal Christmas in the heart.
ELIZABETH STUART PHKUTO.
CHRISTMAS.
Hang up the vine and the holly, Sign the cross over the door, That joy coming in with the Christmas,
Slay go from the place nevermore.
Gather lave gifts for the children, Guard well the mystical way, That the Ohrist child comes at the midnight
To bless with bright favors the day.
Bring In good cheer and be merry, Dance and ring out glad song The stars of a Bethlehem desert
Looked down on a Christ happy throng.
Go ye in hovel and highway, .., Guests to bring in to the feast Angels shall unawares greet ye in thoeo the world counteth as least.
Bound the sweet Christ loving anthem— Echoes will bear it on high— To the angels made joyous forever
By Christmas of love in the sky. Bow down and worship the spirit Of the feast, the invisible King Lo He cometh in scarlet and purple
To gather a world's offering. MAOIS LB BARON.
THE CHRISTMAS ROSE.
A little way up one of the Rheetiau Alps, ^beneath the shade of an old black piue, grew a Christmas rose.* Tho summer had passed, and the short days had come, when tho wind iblows and the sno^aflies, and the hardy little ountain rose had two bads. "Dear me," fretted the rose, "I wish I could blossom when other plants do. There would be some ileasure in displaying oneself for the dainty lue gentian or the pretty eyebright, but kvith no one to admire me, I see no use in blooming at all." laugbe i, "Ho!
"Ho! hoi" laughed the old pine, waving his ||thaggy arms, "Ho! ho! what a little grumoler. litre named after tho blessed Christ child, and
The snow and I will admire you. You
I night to be happy and contented. Push up Jirough the deepening snow, little friend, tnd expand your buds into perfect blossoms frwe were nil made for a wise purpose, and we ihall know what it is when the time comes
'j Just then the north wind blew so bard the *i|d pine was quite out of breath, and for *ome reason he never renewed the conversaion. "All the world is dead except the pine and Hue," murmured the rose, "and perhaps I had etter follow his advice. If I was mode for a wise purpose I shall not be forgotten." So he took good care of her beautiful buds, and be day before Christmas the black pine saw usr blossoms, white and perfect, peering up hrough the white snow.
Now, the two little children of Klotz, the rood cutter, were nearly heartbroken, for heir mother was sick, and that morning the ind neighbor who had watched by her side hrough the night had said, "God pity this iome I fear your mother will die before tight." Their father sat by the fireplace, peechless with grief, and answered them leither by word nor look when they crept up a him for comfort' So at lost they stole out the door, and, hand in hand, wandered a hort way up the mountain side, following he forester's tracks till they came in sight of he old black pine.
Candidates' New Scheme.'
During tho last canvass in*St Louis the .ndidatcs instituted a now scheme. They pt a record known as a "black book," in hich they wrote tho names of the "bleeders" »d "no goods," who are in the habit of worlrcandidates at election time.—New York -ibune.
The Great Fronde MytU.
In speaking of Professor Norton's recent ark on Carlyle The St James5 Gazette ys: "The Carlyle fable—the great Froude yth of the dyspeptic literary monster and martyred wife—was never thoroughly lieved in by a large number of persons."
In Chicago, of Course.
Bridget—Ma'am, OiVe tok the crape ofTn |9 dure. Phat will Oi do with itf ^CWcago Widow—Put it away carefully, ^4§et It has already served on two of ass melancholy occasions, and we cannot 1 what may happen.—Rambler.
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FINDING THE CQK18T1AS nusss. "If all the mothers in the world were dying that hard old pine would not care," said the boy, bitterly. "Let us go back into the valley, sister there we will find good people, with kind hearts, while here there is no one to care for us." "There is one who cares for us even here," cried the sister, spying the Christmas rosfcs, and in a moment she had scraped away the snow and plucked them. "We had forgotten the Christ child, and that to-morrow is His birthday. Let us take the roses to the church, and there pray that our mother's life may be spared."
So they hastened down the mountain to the village church, where they found the good pastor busy trimming the altar for the Christmas festival. He took the flowers and put them, with some feathery moss, into a tall white vase. Then he knelt with the children and prayed for their mother's life, and the roses nodding on their stems smiled as though the gift asked for were already granted. When they returned home their father met them at the door and exclaimed joyfully, "The fever has turned and your mother is better. Thank God."
The Christmas rose had fulfilled its destiny. Ah, me! the black pine was right. We were all made for a wise purpose, and we shall learn what it is in God's own good time.
•The Christmas rose is not a rose, it belongs to the family Hellebore, black Hellebore, so called from the color of its roots. Its large white flowers are produced in winter, and it grows only in cold climates. The flowers are white or tinged with red.
God rest ye, little children but nothing you affright For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night Along the bills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ the child of Nuarrth, was born oo
Christmas day. OLD WEATHER PREDICTIONS.
If New Year's eve night wind blow south It betolceneth warmth and growth If west, much milk, and fish in the sea If north, much cold and storms there will be If east, tho trees will bear much fruit If northeast, flee it, man and brute.!
Wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of Time I
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anytlr!ng rightly until he knows that every dr.y is doomsday.—Emerson.
ON NEW YEAR'S MORN.
A boat Bailed out on the ebbing tide, To toil all night for fish in the sea The sails were set as she floated free
And tossed the foaming waves aside And the fisherman said as he sailed away, "I come not back till the break of day."
Ttys wind arose and the sea was wild, And the angry waves obeyed the gale The fisherman thought as he furled the sail,
Of a cottage home, of wife and child And he said ashe toiled, "God, I pray. Thou wilt keep me safe till the break of day.'
The morning sun broke over tho sea, But never a boat on its bosom lay, And all but one were in the bay
Oh! where could the boat and the fisher beT The fishermau's soul had sailed away As tho dawn was breaking of New Year's day.
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THE OLD AND THE NEW.
December's sun is low the year is old Through fallen leaves and flying flakes of snow The aged pilgrim climbs the mountain cold.
Butlookl the summits in the afterglow!
The fierce winds hold their breath: the rocks give way: ok do to id he he he And all around her lonely footsteps play v,
Auroral waves of spiritual light
Nothing before her but the peak, the sky! Nothing? Ah, look! beyond is everything! Over these mountains greener valleys lie
A happier New Year, nu eternal Spring! -Lucy Larcom.
On the 31st of May last the approximate number of sheep in New Zealand was 15,200,000, being an increase of 654,000 on the previous year.
Mrs, Mackay's dressmakers are understood to be pledged not to duplicate her dresses for any one else.
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TERBB HAUTE, INDIANA THURSDAY DECEMBER 23,1886.—TWO PARTS —PART SECOND*
The play is done, the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter's bell A moment yet the actor stops,
And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task And when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face that's anything but gay.
One word ere yet the evening ends,— Let's close it with a parting rhyme And pledge a hand to all young friend*,
As fits the merry Christmas time On life's wide scene you, too, have parts That fate ere long shall bid you play Good night!—with honest, gentle hearts :A kindly greeting go alway.
Good night!—I'd say the griefs, the joys, Just hinted in this mimic page— The triumphs and defeat of boys
Are but repeated in our age I'd say your woes were not less keen. Your hopes more vain than those of men Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen
At forty-flve played o'er again.
I'd say we suffer and we strive Not less nor more as men than boys With grizzled beards at forty-flve,
As erst at twelve in corduroys: And if, in time of sacred youth, -WC learned at home to love and pray, .... Pray Heaven that early love and truth
May never wholly pass away.
And in the world, a« in the school, I'd say how fate may changc and shift— The prize be 3ometime3 with tho fool,
The race not always to tho swift The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all,
The kind cast pitilessly down.
Who knows the inscrutable design? Blessed be He who took and gave! 3- Why should your mother, Charles, not mine.
Be weeping at lier darling's grave? i" We bow to Heaven that willed it so,
That darkly rules the fate of all, sr That) sends the respite or the blow, That's free to give or to recall.
N This crowns his feast with wine and wit. Who brought him to that mirth and'state? His betters, see, below him sit,
Or hunger hopeless at the gate. Who bade the mud from Dives' wheel To spurn the rags of Lazarus? Come, brother, in that dust we'll kneel.
Confessing Heaven, that ruled it thus.
So each shall mouru in life's advance, Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance
And longjpg passion unfulfilled. v, Amen!—whatever fate bs sent, Pray God the heart may kindly glow. Although the head with careo be bent
And whitened with the winter snow.
Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let old and young accept their part And bow before the awful will,
And bear it with an honest heart Who misses, or who wins the prize, Go, lose or conquer, as you can But if you fail, or if you rise.
Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A
gentleman, or old or young! (Bear kindly with my humble lays)' The sacred chorus first was sung
Upon the first of Christmas days The shepherds heard it overhead, The joyful angels raised it then Glory to Heaven on high, it said.
And peace on earth to gentle men.
My song* save this, is little worth I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love and mirth,
As fits the solemn Christmastide,— As fits tho holy Christmas birth. H-, Bo this, good friends, our carol still—
Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will. WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.
ftEV. J. HYATT SMITH.
Death of the Independent fix-Congress-man and Preacher. Pneumonia is very fatal every winter of late years, but this season it has begun its ravages unusually early. In three days'time it frequently ends the lives of its victims. It ha? already taken off soma of the best and strongest citizens in every community. Rev. J. Hyatt Smitb, of Brooklyn, was one of them.
Rev. J. Hyatt Smith was one of the first labor candidates who got into congress. That made him known the country over. He was born at Saratoga, N. Y., in 1824. His aunt, his father's sister, was tho schoolmistress who taught Heni7 Ward Beechcr to read, in Litchfield, Mass. His father was also a teacher, and a good one.
J. Ilyatt began to earn his own living at thdageof 10. He became errand HYATT SMITH. boy for a doctor in Albany. Ho there met the late Anson Burlingame, also a boy, and the two became great friends. One day a queer freak seized them. They carried a Bible into the woods, and ther-o both swore on the book that they would one day be members of congress. Both fulfilled the vow.
Afterward Smith learned the drug business and went to Detroit While there he determined to be a preacher and joined the Baptist denomination. From the first his ministrations were popular and profitable. His first church was in Poughkeepsie, N. Y.
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Thence he went to Cleveland, taking charge of the Second Congregational church. He quickly raised its membership from 12 to 850.
Since 1867 he has been in Brooklyn, and at the time of his death was pastor of the East Congregational church. Some time ago his congregation withdrew from the Baptist association because it refused to allow him to baptize by sprinkling, which right he insisted on. In 1S79 he preached a sermon against the contract system of prison labor, and was afterward elected to congress on the strength of it. He was a forcible writer, an earnest and eloquent preacher, and believed in open communion. -I-., i?
Standing by the Soldier.
Circuit Judge McCallum, of Iowa, began his career at the bar characteristically. His first case was before a justice of marked morality, who was extremely harsh with criminals. The weakness of the old Puritan was his voneration for veterans of the war, iill of whom he esteemed as unrewarded heroes. McCallum had fought four years. His client was thief. '"The only thing I can do for you," said McCallum, after having gained the man's confidence, "is to implore the mercy of the court. When you go on the stand tell the whole truth."
The man had stolen a cow, killed it, sold the hide, and taken the carcass home to his family, which was really suffering for the necessaries of life. The prosecution, with a long line of witnesses, had made out a perfect case, and the brow of the justice was draped in ominous frowns when the prisoner was called. The latter did as directed by his attorney, concealing nothing—from the almost starving condition of his wife and family to the dressing of the stolen beef. "Now, your honor," said McCallum, "the defense has no witnesses. My client is guilty. He has hidden nothing from this court It is the first time he ever transgressed the laws. He was inspired to do wrong by that instinct which we even admire in brutes." Then, turning to the prisoner, as if the fact hadnearly escaped him, McCallum said: "By the way, you were a soldier in the late war, re no "Yes, sir." "Weren't you at Gettysburg/" "Yes, sir." "So was I. And you were in other historio battles, fighting for your country, while your wife and family suffered from want at home?" "Yes, sir."
The prosecution at this point saw the way the case was-drifting and attempted to ridicule tho ''old soldier defense," as tho prosecuting attorney named it.
The effect on the old justice was to arouse all his loyalty and indignation. "Enough of this," said he, bringing his hand down on the desk in front of him with a thundering thud. "No soldier, no man who has shed his best blood for his country, not even if he be a criminal, can be reviled in my presence. The prisotftrIr-discbarged. And, sit", wheil |yoil are suffering for the necessaries of life again como to me."
The joke was too good to keep. McCallum told the justice one day that the old soldier was an ex-Confederate, but never again did McCallum practice, in that court.—Chicago News.
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A STORY WITHOUT WORDS. —Fliegende Blaetter.
About Time for Rube to Go Home. The postmaster of a town in Kansas has received the following letter, but has seen nothing of Rube. If this should meet his eye he will know that he need absent himself no longer from his Marthy Aim she writes:
Ma POSTOFFICE KEEPER—Respected sur and kind friend: Plese rite me a letter saying is there a' man of the name of Reuben Jinks in your place. If there is plese rite me saying is he a smallish man with one leg a mite shorter than the other, dark complected and bawled in a placc about the size of a sosser on top of his head. His hare is a sandyish red and he aint got no front teeth, and I don't spose the black and blue spots he had over his eyes when he left home is thare yit, cause he knows that raw beefsteak alius cures them.
If Rube is thare tell him A come back home and behave himself and be kin stay. Winter's coming on and he ain't sense enufl to take keer of hisself in cold wether and he Ifin come home and stay if he'll pro miss not to set hisself up as ruler of this roost agin, which he aint and cant be long as I'm this side of glory. Rube is my husband. He's a gritty kind of a little chap, but I'm mostly one or two menny for him. Rito me saying is Rube there and is he coming home to his
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The throne on which Qneen Victoria Eat when she opened the Liverpool exhibition is for sale.
"This beats me," as the egg remarked when it saw the spoon.—Boston Commercial Bulletin.
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LYRICS OF BOSTON CULTURE.
When the winds are wailing with a weird and dismal wail And the flimsy flakes are flying on the pinions of the gale. When tho fierce Atlantic billows, with a sullen, angry roar, Rush up the sandy beach and dash against the rock-bound shore, When from the Polar regions comes the frost king in bis might. When we hear the storm fiends shrieking through the-tenebrific night, When for Christmas geese and turkeys local statesmen shake the dice, Ani in suburban ponds men fish for pickerel through the ice, Whsn of smoking buckwheat pancakes men can scarcely get enough, It then the gentle maiden wants a sealskin eacque and muff.
THE OLD STORY.
He came to the sanctum one night, The place where tho editors wright! He was hungry, he said, ,y-
And he wanted some bread, Would be glad to get even a bight./,
He had served in a cavalry corps In the war for the Union, he sworps Iiode a charger milk white,
Was the first in each fite, JAnd slaughtered his foes by the scorps.
But to his appeals for a pension
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government paid no attension He was old and rheumatic And half paralytic, And his woes were too numerous to menslon.
Sis case was a hard one, no doubt, S os of he a And raised him a sum ', That for some time to cum
Mouth like Cupid's Dunce-like forehead, bow. .* .*•
A swan-like neck. A liquid orb. -Life.'
THERE IS NO PERFECTION ON EARTH.
Her eyes are like the stars which shine on high, Her voice is like the evening zephyr's sigh, Her hands are whitest marble tipped with pearl, Her feet—alas) she's a Chicago girl. —Cincinnati Merchant Traveler. Her cheeks are like the rose that blooms in June Her eyes are blue as skies at summer noon, Her chin—it sets one's senses in a whirl, Her mouth—alas! she's an Ohio girl.
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When he in the court was arraigned Next morning, the cause was cxplaigned: He had wasted the sum
That we gave him in rum— He has since at the island remaigned. a '4'. "t^ —Boston Courier.
Some Familiar Terms.
Chicago Rambler.
"ENGLISH AS SHE IS SPOKE."
"Oh) t&flor, press my suit to-day,"
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The young man cried in sorrow "Because my girl expects that I Will press my suit to-morrow."
"These clothes I wear are thin and old, And scarcely worth a hopter, And such a suitor as I am
I'm sure would never suit ber."
"Of course," the tailor said with glee, To see the young man's sorrow •'My lawyer has your last year's bills,
He'll press the Buit to-morrow." —Washington Critic.
A Triumph of Journalism. We begin the publication of The Roccay Mountain Cyclone with some phew diphiculties in the way. The type phounders phrom whom we bought our outphit phor this printing ophice phaiied to supply us with any ephs or cays, and it will bo pliour or phivc weex bephore wo can get any. The mistaque was not phound out till a day or two ago. We have ordered the missing letters, and will have to get along without them till they come. We don't lique the loox ov this (variety ov spelling any better than our readers, but mistax will happen in tho best regulated phamilies, and iph the ph's and c's and x's and q's hold out we shall ccep (sound tho hard) The Cyclone whirling aphter a phashion till the sorts arrive. It is no joque to us—it's a serious aphair.—Rocky Mountain Cyclone.
An Omahalia.
Colored Citizen—Talk about de freedom ob deese ere'Merican in'stootions dey wouldn't low meter vote at alL
Omaha Man—But, Safn, you hadnt been here long enough to be entitled to a vote. "Can't help dat. I feel mighty bad 'bout it, jest the same." "But you knew none of the candidates. What difference did it make to yoH?" "Difrence. I done had to give de statesman his dollah back, sab."—Omaha World.
AVent A11 the Way Down.
A negro well digger in Leesburg, Ga., was alarmed at the disappearance of his crowbar, which be wes using in the bottom of a well. Investigation showed that a thiu crust of stone was between him and a pool of cold water twenty feet in diameter.
Justice Miller.
Justice Miller, of the United States supreme bench, is the John L. Sullivan of that learned body. It is said that his skill with Indian clubs and boxing gloves has won him as much respect as his knowledge of musty laws.—Chicago Times. .*
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A MEDAL OF HONOR.
Aothoiiied by Congress, and Yet SeldMB Heard OC. In the early days of the civil war Secretny Stanton proclaimed that "alacrity, tarinfc, ~, courageous spirit and patriotic zeal on occasions and under every circumstance ir-' expected from the army of the United States*
The war department has recently anA tardily published the list of men who received the medal during the war. Sinew* the war there have been about '300 of these medals distributed, and it to be hoped that the names of these gallant SCO will be pullished before the close of the century.
On this subject a newspaper writer recently said: -1, A stranger within our gates will hardly agree with the assertion so often made that
are not a military people" if he takes note ol' tho jyofusion of military medals amft crosses worn by."
JOHN E. OWENS.
Mr. Owens died at his farm, Aigburth Vale, near Towson, Maryland. He had given to his country place the name of tho town where he was born, in England, in 1819.
From the name, he was plainly of Wehb descent, though born in England. His father was Owen Griffith Owens, who cam with his family to this country wher John E. was onl}' 6 years old. No thought had the father of making his son a stage player,even though it was to be the funniest man in America. It was his intention make the youth professor of ju'ii and powders.
druggist in Baltimore. But destiny meant him to exchange pestle and mortar for the mask of Comus. He "took natural" to theatricals, and hung around the stage door of the old Baltimore Museum till ho got inside of it. He served as drug clerk by day and played at night for some time. But the stage attraction grew constantly stronger, and the pill and powder connection weaker. Owens at length broke away from drugs altogether and devoted himself to theatricals.
But his first leading character was abooft the worst drug he had ever compounded. Like many another funny man he pined tot be great in tragedy, and attempted Richard XII. The audience drowned him down in roars of laughter. He took his defeat like a man, and thereafter devoted himself to making people laugh. After all that is better than to make them cry, far better.
He was very wealthy at one time, but bad lost much money. He still had his beautiful country home and the Charleston £cademy of Music. His wife is still living. He was an ardent southern sympathizer during th» war.
An Expired Treaty.
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who proves his courage by charging with tbe bayonet and storming intrenchments, or ins the blaze of the enemy's fire!" And to carrjr out this purpose congress authorized the conferring of a decorative medal of honor for distinguished conduct in the presence of the enemy. A thousand heroes have been so decorated, but so quietly has it been.done thafc but few persons have ever heard of it
The treaty with Mexico which permitted troops to cross from either country into the other in pursuit of hostile Indians expired recently. United States troops now crossing^ the line must go as citizens instead of as mflitar" forod. -fab-.
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American citisenaS With few exceptions, these haveno national, official significance. The badges of tbeLoyal Legion, the Grand Army of the Republic and kindred associations are honorable* reminders of our greatest Strugs gle for liberty and •7111*011, but do not mark individual acts of courage cm self sacrifice. After these oome mi iiia decorations —prizes for length.
V. s. MEDAL OF HONOB. of 9M*vice, mark— manship, zeal in recruiting, athletic sports, personal popularity and other commendable things. That a great nation, possessing for more than twenty years a congressional decoration for valor, already conferred upon several hundred heroes, should be ignoranff of its existence is astonishing!
The cause of this ignorance may be found in the mistaken simplicity which has marked the method of presentation. In countries from which we get many of our best militarycustoms the decoration is often handed to the soldier by his sovereign in the presence of the principal officers of state, of large bodies of troops and of thousands of people. Tho name of the fortunate recipient is published in the official gazette and by the pressthroughout the dominions. In our country this reward from the highest power in our government is sometimes conveyed to tho brave winner by the hand^' of the postman, with the brief remark perhaps of "a parcel for you." Seldom is there a parade of the troops or prancing of cavalry squadrons or rumble of artillery wheels or flashing of Infantry bayonets or crash of military bands while the prize for valor is pinned over a heart swelling with honest pride. Seldom fe the affair an occasion of ceremony.
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Gone Is Solon Shingle, with Hia of Apple Sasa." John E. Owens! How the name conjures from the past phantoms of fun. He has made more people laugh, tear bubbling, side splitting laughter, than auy other man of our time—or, indeed, of many times.
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