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VOL 15.
STROUDSBURGr, MONROE COUNTY, PA. NOVEMBER 22, 1855.
NO. 52.-
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(Kr" Answer to the GeographicaljEnigma
of last week. The Monroe Mountaineer.
Historical Enigma.
"WRITTEN FOR THE JEFFERSO.N'IAN.
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t am composed or 33 letter?.
My 16, 22, 18, 27, 8, 3tQwas nn American
officer, in the Mexican War.
My 22, 31, 6, 5, was a Queen of England.
My 12, 19, 29. 7, 20, 13, 15,; was King
of the Franks.
My 21, 24, 19, 18, 33, was a distinguish- j
cd Roman General.
My 28, 17, 9, 21, 2, 1, was the birth
place of one of God's apoatlcp.
My 32, 22, 31, 7, 33, 18, 1, were an an
cient race, in northern Europe.
Mr 30, 17, 23, 23, 24, 19. 8, 26, was a
distinguished person during the Eng
lish Rebellion.
My 7, 14, 22, 12, 10, was a Grecian law
giver. My 25, 12, 23, 17, 32, 20, 2, 21, was a
Roman General.
My 11, 18, 10, 24, 7, was one of the
signers of the Declaration of Inde
pendence. My 12, 24, 4, 2, 21, was King of Persia.
My whole was an important event, which
occurred during the Revolutionary War.
Answer next week.
Stroudsburg, Penn. j. p. D.
Honor to whom. Honor is Due.
BY ALICE CAREY.
Honor him whose hands are sowing
Seeds for harvest in their time
Reverence those whose iho'ls are growing
lp to ultimntps sublime.
All the progress of the ages
May be traced back to their hands
All the illuminated pages
Of the books, into their plans.
Every worm beside you creeping,
Every insect flying well,
Every ineect in earth's keeping,
Has a history to tell.
The small, homely flower that's lying
In your pathway, may contain
Some elixir, which the dying
Generations sought in vain.
In the stone that waits the taming
Of 6ome curious hand, from sight,
Fiery atoniR may be burning.
That would fill the world with light.
Let us then, in rererence bowing,
Honor most of all mankind,
jfcSuch as keep their great thoughts plowing :
Deepest in the field of mind. '
The Old love.
BY FITZ JAMES O'BRIEN.
met her; she was thin and old;
She stooped, and trod with tottering feel! j
The hair was gray that once was gold, j
The voice was harsh that once was sweet.
Her hands were dwindled, and her eyes,
Robbed of their girlish light of joy.
Were dim; I felt a sad surprise
That I had loved her when a boy.
But yet a something in her air
Restored me to the vanished time,
My heart grew young and seemed to wear
The brightness of my youthful prime.
I look her withered hand in mine
Its touch recalled a host of joy
I kissed it with a reverend sigh,
For I had loved her when a boy.
That is a Boy I can Trust.
'I once visited says a gentleman, a
large public school. At recess a little
fellow came up and spoke to the master ;
and as bo turned to go down the plat
form, the master said, 'That is a boy I
can trust. He never failed me. . 1 fol
lowed him with my eye, and looked at
bim when be took bis seat after recess.
He bad a fine, open, manly face. I tbo't
a good deal about the master's remark.
"What a character bad that little boy
earned? He bad .already got what would
be worth to bim more than a fortune.
It would be a passport to tbc best office
in the city, and what is better, to the con
fidence of the whole community. I won
der if tbo boys know how soon they are
rated bylder people. Every boy in
the neighborhood is known, and opinions
formed of him, he has a character either
favorable or upfavorablc. A boy of
whom tbo master can say, 'I can trust
him; be never failed me will sey.er want
employment. The fidelity, promptness,
and industry which he has shown at
fcbooj are priced everywhere. He who
fs'taithlesf in litjlo. shall be faithless in
mob.'
Von Sweitzel on Politics
"Mine neighbor, Wilbelm, vot you tink
of bolitics, hey!" asked Peter Von Slug,
of bis noighbor Von Sweitzel, the Twelfth
Ward blacksmith, last evening as he seat
ed himself beside him in a 'llierhaus?'
"I tinks much," said Sweitzel, giving
his pipe a long wbiff.
"Veil, vot you tinks?"
"I comes to der conclusion dat bolitics
is one big fool."
"AhP' exclaimed Pete, after taking a
draught from his mug, "bow do you
make him datl"
'Vel. mine frien, I tell you," replied
Sweitzel, after a few whiffs and a drink,
"I cornea to disb place ten years last eve
ning by der Dutch Almanac, mit mine
blacksmit shop. I builds fine little bouse,
I poots up mine bellers, I makes mine
fire, I beats mine iron, I strikes mit mino
baomer, I gets plenty of work in, and
I make monisb."
"Dat is goot," remarked Pete, at tbo
same time demanding that the drained
mugs be re-filled.
"I say that I made much friends,"
continued Wilbelm, relighting his pipe.
"Der becples all say, Von Sweitzel bees !
a good man, be blows in der morning, be
strikes in der night, and he mind his
business. So dcy spraken to me many
times, and it make me feel much goot
nero," slapping uis oreast,
"law, yaw, aac isn gooter, remarked
Pete, who was an attentive listener.
"Vol it goes long dat way tree year.
Tree 7 Let me see, one year I make tree
hoodrcd tollar, der nest tree boondred
an' fifty, der next four boondred and
swonzy, and der next five boondered tol
lar. Dat make five year, when old Mike,
der watchman, who bees such a bad man,
comes to me, and he says
" 'jSweitzel, what makes you work so
hard!'
"To make monisb,' I tell bim.
"I tells bow youm ako bim quicker as ,
dat,' be say. j
"I ask him bow, an' den be tells me to
go into bolitics an' get big office. I laugh
at bim, ven be tells me dat Shake, der
lawyer vat make such burty speeches a
boutTaderland bees a-goin' to run for '
Congress, and dat Shake der lawyer dells
him to dell me, if I would go among der
beeples and tell them to vote mid bim
all der while, be would put me in von
big office, where I make twenty tousand
tollars a year." j
"Twenty tousand 1 mino Got I" exclaim-1
ed Pete, thunderstruck. j
"Yaw, twenty tousand. Well, by abinks,
I sbust stops dcrstrikin', an' goes to mino
friens, an' all der Yarmans vote for Shake,
an' Shake bes elected to der Congress." ,
Here Mynheer Von Sweitzel stopped,
took a long draught of beer, and fixing
his eyes on the floor, puffed his pipe as
if in deep thought.
"Veil, mine neighbor," said Pete, after
waiting a due length of time for bim to '
resume, "vat you do den, eh!"
"Veil, I ask Milke, der 6wellhead
watchman, for der office, an' he dells me
I gets bim de next year. I waits till af
ter der next krout making time, an den 1
I say again, !
" 'Mike vhen vill Shake give mo dat .
twenty tousand dollar office?' j
t-r t
" 'in two year, sure,' he say, mi you
work for der barty.'
"Veil, 1 stop a blowin' mit mine bel
lers agin, an' I blow two years for der
barty mit mine raout."
"Two years mit your mout?" asked
Pete, in astotsbment.
"Yaw, two year. Den again I go to
Mike, der swell-head watchman, an' dell
bim der twenty tousand tollar about, an'
be dells me in won more year I gets him
sure. I dinks be fools me, yet I blow
for the party anudder year, an' den, vat
you dinks?"
"Dinks! Vy, you gets him twenty
tousand tollar?"
"Gets him. Py sbinks! Mike, der
swell-bead watchman, dells me I bees von
big fool, an' dat I might go to der bad
place, an, eat sour krout."
"He tell you dat?"
"Yaw. Sure as my name bes Von
Sweitzel."
"After you do der blowing mit' you
mout for der barty?"
X a tit
"Mine GotI vat
you do den, mine
neighbor?"
"I makes a fire in mine blacksmit shop,
I blows my own bellers again, I beats
mine own iron, and strikes mit mine own
hammer. I say to minesclf,
" ' Wilbelm Von Sweitzel, bolitics bes
a humbug and boliticians bes a bigger
von. Wilbelm Von Sweitzel, do yer own
blowing and let boliticians do ders!' "
Neighbor Pete thought be had come to
a wise conclusion, and after wishing all
sorts of bad luck to boliticians, that class
of men whose patriotism and integrity
lies in their pocket, they ordered their
mugs to be again re-filled, and changed
the topic of conversation.
.
'Now' 'Now' is the constant syllable
ticking from the clock of time. 'Now' is
the watchword of tbc wise. 'Now is the
banner of the prudent.
Let us keep this little word always in
our mind; and whenever anything pre
sents itself to us in tbo shape of work,
whether mental or physical, we should do
i$ with all our might, remembering that
now is the only time for us. It is in
deed a sorry way to get through the world
by putting it off 'till tortnorrpw, saying:
'Then I will do it No!:Tbis will never
answer. 'Now is ours then will ncverbo.
The last of the Chimney Sweepers.
We met on Cbesnut treet, a day or two
since, what we should judge to be tho
last living representative of this once dis
tinguished race. He was the centre of
attraction to quite an admiring crowd,
the pavement being thronged with old
and young, gay gentlemen and gayer la
dies, white-haired octogenarians and
chubby-cheeked children, all of whom in
voluntarily stayed their steps to gsze up
on the unwonted sight. It is long since
Cbesnut street could boast of such an at
traction. The race is nearly extinct.
Modern innovations, in the shape of pat
ent flues, heaters, gas oves, &c. &c, have
superceded tho necessity for scrapers and
brushes and machinery now does tho
work of the bands. The chimney sweep
er's occupation is gone. It is long since
we have heard, at break of day, bis mer
ry song, issuing at once from his own and
the chimney's throat. We no longer are
startled, as we walk along the street, by
tho once familiar cadence that seemed,
born in the upper atmosphere and float
ed melodiously far above our heads. We
see no uncouth visages and stangely ac
coutred arms stretched forth from the
sooty caverns of the obimney tops, nor
do mysterious urchins, resembling imps
of darkness, having mistaken their way,
drop unaccountably upon our parlor or
bed-room hearths. Our broad cloths and
satins are no longer liable to be brushed
by tho sooty blankets as we pass along
the busy thoroughfares. The once fam
iliar race now scarcely exists but in mem
ory or in some work of art, the effort of
some daring painter or engraver. Where
did they all betake themselves? They dis
appeared as mysteriously and noiselessly
as the leaves in autumn. They were
here, and they have vanished, and so ends
their history. Prom what subterranean
cavern the specimen in question emerged
is more than we can tell, but there he was,
the monarch of the sidewalk, the 'observ
ed of all observers the hero of the passing
hour. He was honored alike with awe and
curiosity. He wore the samo old blanket,
once so familiar, thrown gracefully a
round bis shoulders and falling in un
studied drapery about his form; and he
evidently had not revised bis toilet, for
the soot stood in ridges on his sable face
and nestled lovingly in the folds of bis
garment. There he stood, silent and im
movable (for your truo sweep is loqua
cious, the peculiar character of his pro
fessional labor touching him to keep bis
mouth closed,) entirely unabashed, be
fore tho numerous eyes that were bent up
on him, reminding one of some dignified
Indian warrior confronting bis enemies.
The Eight was interesting and effecting.
The race has evidently deteriorated and
dwindled down from the robust and ath
letic figure of a full grown man to the
insignificant proportions of a pigmy, for
this representative might easily have
made bis bed in an ordinary band -box.
What physical or other oauses have led
to so sad a retrogression in the scale of
being? Of the personal history of this
mysterious visitant we were unable to
learn anything There be was, on tho
pavement in Chesnut street, surrounded
by a group of admiring wayfarers, and
there must we leave him, simply asking
bim the two questions in the old song,
with which his predecessors were doubt
less all familiar
Oh! whar did you come from,
And where are you going to!"
A Teetotal Monkey.
Doctor Guthrie relates the following a
musing anecdote of a domesticated mon
key: 'Jack, as be was called, seeing his
master and some companions drinking,
with those imitative powers for which his
species is remarkable, finding half a glass
of whiskey left, took it up and drank it
off. It flew, of course to his head. A
mid their roars of laughter, ho began to
skip, hop and dance. Jack was drunk.
Next day, when they went, with the in
tention of repeating the fun, to take tho
poor monkey from his box, be was not to
be seen. Looking inside, there he lay,
crouching in a corner. 'Come out!' said
his master. Afraid to disobey, he came
out, walking on three legs the fore-paw
that was laid on his forehead saying, as
plain as words could do, that be had a
headache. Having left him some days
to get well, and resume bis gaiety, they
at length carried him off to tbc scene of
revel. On entering, he eyed the glasses
with manifest terror, skulking behind the
chair; and on bis master ordering bim to
drink, bo. bolted, and was on the house
top in a twinkling. They called him
down. He would not come. His master
shook the whip at him. Jack, astride
on tho ridge-pole, grimmed defiance. A
gun, of which he was always much afraid,
was pointed at this dosoiple of temper
ance; he ducked bis bead, and slipped o
ver to the back of the bouse; upon which,
seeing his predicament, and less afraid
apparently of the fire than tho fire-water,
the "monkey leaped at a bound on tno
chimney-top, and getting down into a flue,
held on by bis fore-paws. Ho would
rather be singed tbau drink. He tri
umphed, and although bis master kept
him for twelve years aftor that, he never
could persuade the monkoy to taste an
other drop of whiskey.'
JJj3 Affection, like the spring flowers,
breaks thrugh the most frozen ground at
last; and the heart which seeks but for'an
other heart to make it bappyywiirnever
in vain. P .
Dr. Nbtt on the Sphere of Woman.
The sceptre of empire is not, the scep
tre that best befits the hand of woman
nor is the field of carnage her field of
glory. Home, sweet home, is her thea
tre of action, her pedestal of beauty, and
throne of power. Or if seen abroad, she
is seen to the best advantage when on er
rands of love, and wearing her robe of
mercy.
I would not, if I could, persuade those
of the sex who hear me to become the
public, clamorous advocates of even tem
perance. It is the influence of their de
clared approbation; of their open, will
ing, visible example, enforced by that
soft, persuasive, colloquial eloquence,
which in some hallowed retirement, ex
erts such controlling influence over the
bard heart of man; especially over a hus
band's, a son's, or a brother's heart; it is
this influence which we need: an influence,
chiefly known by the gradual kindly
transformation of characters it produces,
and which, in its benign effects, may be
compared to the noiseless balmly ad
vances, renovation over every bill, and
dale, and glen, and is let, and changing
throughout the whole region of animated
nature, winter's rugged and unsightly
forms, into the forms of vernal loveliness
and beauty.
No, I repeat it, I would not, if I could,
persuade those of the sex who bear me,
to become the public, clamorous advocates
of temperance. It is yours to wield the
club of Hercules, or bend the bow of A
chillcs. But, though it is not, still you
have a heaven approved theatre of action.
The look of tenderness, tho eye of com
passion, the lip of ontrenty, are yours,
the omnipotence of fashion. You can,
therefore I speak of those who are the
favorites of fortune, and who occupy the
high places of society, you can change
the terms of social intercourse, and alter
the current opinions of community. You
can remove, at once and torevor, tempta
tion from the saloon, the drawing room,
and the dining table. This is your em
pire, the empire which God and the usages
of mankind have given you domain.
Here within, these limits, and without
transgressing that modesty which is heav
en's own gift, and woman's brightest or
nament, you may exert a benign and
kindly, but mighty influence
The Life of a Country Doctor,
On a cold stormy night Doctor Jenkins
was aroused from bis slumbers by a loud
rap at the door, accomponied by the stir
ring summons 'Doctor, want you to come
right straight away off to Banks.' His
child is dead.' 'Then what do you want
with me?' 'He's pizened. Tbey gin him
laudunum, too paragoricky.' 'How
much did tbey give bim?' 'Do'no a
great 'eal. Think he won't git over it.'
The doctor pushes off through the storm,
meets with divers mishaps on the way,and
at length arrives at the honse of the pois
oned patient. He finds all closed, not a
light to be seon. Ho knocks furiously at
the door, and at last a night cap appears
at the chamber window, and a woman's
voice squeaks out: 'Who's there?' 'The
doctor, to be sure. You sent for him.'
'Ob, it's no matter, doctor, Epbraim's bet
tor. Wo got a little kinder skeort; gin
bim laud'num and be slept kinder sound,
but he's woko up now.' 'How much did
be swallow?' 'Only two dropsl 'Taint
hurt bim none. Wonderful bad storm to
night.' The doctor turns away, button
ing np bis overcoat undor his throat, to
seek bis homo again, and tries to whistle
away his mortification and anger, when
the voice saluted him again 'Doctor,
doctor!' 'What do you want?' 'Tou
hain't a gwing to chargo nothin' for this,
are ye V
Squire Jones's Georgia Widow.
Uu V says the bquire, '1 wish 1 "Was
married, and well over it. I dread it
powerful. I'd like to marry a widow. I
allers liked widows since I know'd one
down in Georgia, that suited my ideas
adzactly. About a week after her bus
band died, she started down to the grave
yard, whar they planted of him, as she
said, to read tho prescription onto bin
monument. When she got there, she
stood a minute a looking at tho stones
which was put at each end of tho grave,
with an opitbet on 'em that tho minister
had writ for her. Then she burst out,
Oh 1 boo!' Says shot 'Jonos, he was one
tho best of men. I remember bow tho
last time ho come home, about a week a
go, be brought down from town some su
gar and a little tea, and some store goods
for me, and lots of little necessaries, and '
a little painted hoss tor deems, wnion
that blessed ohild got his mouth all yal
i i.! e:i.. J i.1 1. l.:nJ
,, ft , , . , j .corrupting aa idleness,
tho children all round, and took down. r &
that good old fiddle of his'n, and played
up that good old tune :
Rake her downrSal, oh! rang-dang-diddle,
Oh! rang-dang-diddle, dang, dang, da!
Here,' says the Squire, 'she begin to
dance, and I just thought she was tho
greatest woman over 1 see.' lho bquire
always gives a short laugh aftor telling
this anecdote, and then nlling and lignt-
tllg 11 lo r r uuaiuv;a lutu uia uiui uuuu
and indulges in calm and dreamy reflec
tion. ij&?The loss of a friend is like tbat of
a limb. Time may beaMho auguisb of
the wound, but the UoBs'oannot' bo re-
; paired.
Queer Pranks of an Australian Widow.
Some threo years ago Mr. S. V. S.
Skidmore, of Albany, New York, thought
ho would like to "try his luck" in Aus
tralia. He broke the matter to Mrs.
rji .j , , , , . - v.J JLUSkUUlu II LUIS Oil
Skidmore, who wept over the subject for Sand of New Yorfc
a week, and then consented that Mr S.tiful and' interestiu Addre!
hi i I'll i. m'HK i in inrrimn ii n nojtran r
she gave bim to understand that be must
never expect to see her alive again. Mr. '
S. undertook to talk her out of "such
3 - w. MWUiiUU. UUU .
foolish notions," but without effect. Mrs.
- xiu uuwu
b. was determined to seek the soothing'rrirt , 7 t,
influences of the quiet tomb, and nothing
, iii i 1 A - ." t
could or should keep her out of it. In
e t.- at o -x. i !
consequence of this, Mr. S. quitted home
u , t l. i ...
with a heavy heart, but as be was "do-
ing it for tho best," he was resolved not nn,;n nn i. ' . i r u i i
i l j i x ii i " i looking on the youth of our beloved coun-
to sacrifice a great duty to uncalled for trTT tuf ni,;u,n'n i . j j i
m c -l a e l v ltry tDafc children s hours are indeed the
weakness. Mr. S. sailed for Australia.' f i. j .i -
a. tvt "r i - it. icrn t '."""uv uj mt-j uuu luurc comes irom
from New York in the year 1852. Du-; most heart t'hoSQ beautifu WQrdg f
ring bis stay in ,"the land of Kangaroos," fc :0h j W0UW I were a boj a-
he accumulated some $5,000 over and a- j rru- u t n j
bove his doctor's bills ' f V 1 r' tbe3e,da?s -80
Tin ci i v a ii i
VV ion ilr X loFf A IHnrtr? Ha twao I
wnat corpulent, ana sported a
pair of "one horse whiskers"
1 1 .
neat little
When ho i,
rflf.nmprl Whioli Win nn ATnnflow nftor.
r V ,7
noon of last week-he was as thin as pau-
pers soup, and had a pair of whiskers
large and shaggy enough for a door mat.
iur. a. was an auerea man, so mucn so,
that bis intimate acquaintances did not
it r r i . n .
. t . t
recognize bim. In consequence of this
cranstormat.inn. hfi thnncrhf. hf wftiilri frpftf
j o
his wife to an agreeable surprise. On I
enquiring ne ascertainoa mat iirB. o. was
keeping a boarding bouse in High street.
Mr. S. immediately repaired to his dom-
icu KnocKea, ana alter a moment s'frt v , , . .. w.
... , j . , T i ter tor your having lived m it. The great
waiting was asked into the parlor. In'prtj j , i i b
,, . , luoa who watched so tenderlv over your
anoiner moment iurs. maae ncr appear
ance. Mr. S wished to know if be could
be accomodated with board for the next
sis weeks. Mrs. S. replied, "with pleas
ure." Mr. S. wished to know if she had
any other boarders. Mrs. S. replied "no
one but her cousin a very amiable and
religious young gentleman." Mr. S. al
lowed that tbis was very nice, and imme
diately engaged a parlor and a bed room,
at eight dollars a week. Mr. S. wanted
to see how things "were coming out.
Ho was gratified. A moment after be
made arraingements for bis parlor and
bed room the cousin, "the religious young
gentleman," rang the door bell. Mrs. S.
let him m, a favor that the cousin paid
with a kiss. Mrs. S. then remembered she
bad something to do in the back bed
room up stairs. The cousin said that he
would "go along and help." Mr. said
that that was unnecessary. The cousin
wanted to know what he bad to say a-
bout it. Mr. S. replied a great deal
whereupon he took the cousin by the neck,
opened the front door, and kicked him
off the stoop. Mr. S. then gave his at
tention to Mrs. S. and informed her that
he was not "Beniamin Simpson," as be
bad represented himself to be, but Sam
uel Skidmore, her husband. Mr. S.
wanted to know what "such actions"
meant. Mrs. S. answered by going off
into a swoon. Mr. S. informed Mrs. S.
that the gamo was played out; that he
wanted an csplanation,or he would servo
her a3 be had her consin. This restored
Mrs. S. to consciousness. She insisted
that Mr. S. was jealous without
cause,
and
tho
tbat wnat ne to ok lor a Kiss, was
snapping of a whip in her cousin's
hand. Mr. S. wanted to know where
that cousin bad come from, why be nev
er bear of him before be went to Austral
ia, and whether ho was often in the hab
it of snapping his whip in Mrs. S.'s
back bed-room? Mrs. S. replied that
previous to tbo j'ear 1852 he had resided
in the State of Maine, and that the
reason why she dad not spoken of him
was becauso she bad not seen bim
since childhood, and supposed ho was
dead. Having accounted for the appear
ance of her cousin. Mr S. wished Mrs.
St to explain the other mattor,
that wa.", how two children bad
born to bim during his absence ?
and
been
Mrs.
S. said she would not answer
"such
insulting questions," that she was "not
going to allow any brute to come from
Australia to trample on the feelings of
a poor lone woman." Here Mrs. S.
seized her shawl and bonnet, and dart
ed out of the house, since which depar
ture "the poor lono womon" has not
been seen by any one. On Tuesday
Mr. S. appeared before Justice Parsons,
to see what disposition could bo mado
of "those two last boys." The Justice
refered Mr. S. to Mr. George Herbert,
tho Poor Mastor. Mr. Herbert advised
Mr. Skidmore to "keep the boy 9," and
sue tho "cousins" for adultery. Wheth
er he will do bo will be seen at the
next court.
Moral. When you go to Australia,
tako your wife along. Solitude is as
ftST A writer has compared worldly
friendship to our shadows, and a bet-
ter comparison never was made; fort
while we walk in the sunshine it sticks'
to us, bufc tho moment wo enter tne
shade it deserts us
ure never ner u r,jr ... uB,
orking, prudent man, careful ot
(hard working, prudent man, careful ot
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are impregnt
the ill luok that
fools over dreamed of.
Deauty is a fleeting .flowon.
Handsome is that whioh handsomadoes.
his earnings, and strictly honest, who ( jp The gory of tbe man ho badt,a
complained of bad luok. A good char-(nosa 80 k ho couldn't blow it withoaft ,
acter, good habits, and good industry, ixQ ugQ of nnp0wden is a hoax. A
are imnregnablo to tbe assaults of all. r -
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Address to Children.
During the reccntlsession of the Teach-
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ers! Institute
m this nlace. Professor
vered a beau-
ug Address to the chil-
Hmtl aT I Kftlnpf Aran " nil
ZaZ C. -r 2 J'- . XU
finf 1 P . k-
1 th? "bject by the community, and
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Inrfro IirtlKor nFnnr.naB UttU '
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had not mistaken his object in calling to-
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getner those lor whom ho has labored so
fnuuftji a , -M t i j
(iaithtully the children of our land,
t -n.r
iiu iiuui uaiu, muic aic iui uu nuw us,
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incy nave passea lorever, ana on! my
dear children, bow much you can do to
TlfAnlftf n f Ti n lnnntnAec f (ill
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;love, and who love you. Wuen I was a
b we faad bufc few advant fop
reeivi an educa-Iion in our fcpublio
achaoVa t T vnrv h T La
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throw myself upon the crxeeu crass, and
,giz,iug uii tuo iair Diue sjiy, tuiDK SU1S a
mostlovel worId and j h . .
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But you who are children now.
have so much to aid, encourage and in
ierest you in acquiring an education, if
you only strive for it. You can all rise
to eminence and leave tbis world the bet-
tenderly over your
childhood, whose eye knows no slumber,
whose vigilance never relaxes, He hold
your reward. Learn early to love and
obey your parents. ' Honor tby father
and thy mother.' You love this beauti
ful world and would not like to leave it,
remember you have God's word, that
they who love their father and mother
'their days shall be long in the land.'
Twenty-five years ago, in one of the
eastern counties of New York, there liv
ed a widow with one son, whom she ten
derly loved, and for whose happiness eho
constantly strove. In return for this
kindness, he ought to bavo been a support
and comfort to her, but instead of this, he
was a continual source of anxiety and
sorrow; his bad conduct and evil habits
caused her weary days and sleepless
nights. One sultry August afternoon,in
stead of going to school whither he had
been sent, he went with a companion as
idle as himself, on a fishing excursion.
Late in the afternoon the horizon became
obscuredy maBses of ebon clouds rolled
from the west, darkening the fair face of
Heaven and betokening the near ap
proach of one of those terrible storms
which sometimes burst upon us in mid
summer, with tropical fury The com
panions of the widow's son became a
larmed, and urged bim to return. Tbia
he refused to do, cursing and swearing in
the moat awful manner, imprecating tho
wrath of God. Tho elements paused in
their warfare, and for a moment an aw
ful stillness reigned; then, as if concen
trating all their fury in one dread blow,
there came a blinding flash, a terrifio re
port, a red bolt sped from tbo sky, and
again there was a pause, but there upon
tho green-sward, cold in death, lay the
blasphemer With tho dark passions
raging in bis soul, with the sinful words
upon bis lips, he was ushered into tbo
presence of his maker. This may seem
an exaggerated account; my friends, it is
tho simple truth; I was the teacher of
those boya; I saw that blackened corpse ;
I beard tbat poor mother's agonized
shrieks as sho gazed upon the lifeless clay;
I saw the look of terror on his companion's
countenance, and the improssion will nev
er bo effaced.
Think of this, children, when you aro
tempted to disobey your parents, or tako
the name of your God lightly. Oh I try
to be all that you can and ought to be,
now while you are enjoying so many ad
vantages for acquiring an education,when
you nave comtortablo school buildings
competent teachers, and everything to
add to your welfare and happiness, try
and make the best use of tbem; you are
all tbat your parents live for; let them feel
that they hav.e not lived in vain. Never
be false, mean or cruel, but be true, no
ble minded, puro hearted men and wo
men; then will your conrso through life,
be a bright one, then will love and grati
tude strew your daily path with flowers,
and when at last the summons for your
departuro comes, gentle hands will lead.
you to tbo eternal gates, and sweet mem
ories be your epitaph.
If you want to know tho way to thef
penitentiary, follow the man who be
leive3 that the world 'owes him a living
If girls would have rosea in their obceks-
tbey must do as tho rosea do go to sleep
with the lillies and get up with the uioru-
ing glories.
If you want an
ignoramus
to respeoS
you, 'dress to death,'
wear waton
geal3 aboTlt tho rf of a brickbat.
m m
TTf3 Blows and cuts are felt mora
.Keenly alter a uispuic, in tno (iame..wj-'
that, wounds ;hurt a groat deal, more
the battle is oyer.
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