Washington sentinel. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1853-1855, 1853-09-27

so much, you shall have every accommodation
it can afford"
"No, no. would not put you to any inconve-
nience for the world; we can go to the Cross
roads
"Indced you shall not" said dozen at once,
for all tho Sprouts came Hooking around by
this time, every one inviting their dear relative
home pressing him, entrcating him, almost
pulling him by force; insisting there were no &C.
commodatons at the Crossroads.
As this scene was going on, the strange gen
tleman, who had come on horseback, stepped
over to tho inn, and while drinking glass of
punch, whispered to Mrs. Sprout, that old
Nicholas Sprout was worth hundred thousand,
and that his relatives would lose a round sum,
probably, by this unlucky breach. This news
spread like electric fire through the village; and
tho very women and children came running out
to see their dear, dear old uncle; and tears of
JOY mt meeting, and the most pressing invita-
uons We're as plenty now AZ grass blades IN the
meadow. The village, and all that it contained,
ono would have thought, was at his service.
Bat he constantly shook his head. 1t was too
busy time with them, he said and his clothes
were old; his appearance mean; he might dis
grace them; he would, at any rate, go back TO
the next tavern on the road; and from his pur-
pose all the proiestations of leisure, the praise
OF his person. and even Of his old clothes, could
not move him; and that night he slept at the
Blue ridge inn, ON his return home.
From this place, that morning, he had set out
on foot for Arrowhead, leaving his companions
behind, that he might make n trial of the value
his long uuvisted relatives Set upon him, and
which he deemed could only be fairly tested by
presenting himself before them in the garb of
his original poverty.
Reader, perhaps you may smile at this simple
tale. Doubtless you fancy the Sprouts set Of
rascas. But, be assured, they are not the only
people in the world who value rich relations far
higher than poor ones.- Waceyly Margarine.
GREAT DEEps.--Great deeds are the monu.
mcnts of great men. Like earth's eternal
mountains, they stand firm against the storms
Of time. Years, centuries, and ages may roll
away, and still they tower high. More enduring
than brass, and lofier than the regal structures
of pyramids, they Hre--they and their nhu-
ence; honoring, blessing, and periecting hui
mainly. They are the pride of nations; the
boast of rolling years. They rise in grandeur,
wherever heroes have won victory; they lift
their summit toward the sky, on every spot,
where mighty blows have been struck by mighty
arms. In their pride, their majesty, their glory,
lucN hltlu III W tiie HcS NEVER lOse
them splcndor; their record never dies. Chill
dren learn to yenerate them old men tell how
they were done poets weave them into innu-
merable verse, and orators baptize them in tho
sacred waters of eloquence.
They are not performed by common men.
Greatness proceeds from the great alone. The
peerless in intellect, the noble in thought, the
pure in ambition, and the godlike in purpose,
are the architects in massive, majestic, and
eternal piles-pies whose SUBMITS pierce the
clouds and rise among the stars. Few men
build such structures few win such honors; and
fewer still wear those honors worthily. But
when such men do i've they are great men;
when such deeds are done, they are great deeds
To the glory of the one il united the glory of
the other. They are coeral and coequal aud
the sister stars of their Immortality must roll
on together through all time.
Great deeds! Where is the land of their
birth: where the cline of their eldest fame
Far back through the light and splendor Of
history; back through the morning twilight Of
tradition, they trace the pattering of their
coming.
The FIRST great thought was great deed of
intellect: the first sublime feeling of alteration
to God was its brother, born of mans moral
nature; and when towards and villains had
learned to fear a hero's arm, the ideals of great
ness had all grown into the full stature Of glo-
rious realities. Achievements in arts, science
and literature-all things beautiful, grand and
sublime-the high, the holy, and the happy;
the godlike in nature and the godlike in man.
all are forms of greatness.
Great men and great deeds! How those Of
the past rise up before us and bid us on! How
those of the present excel those Of the past,
and bid US on! And who shall be the great
men of the future2 Who do its great deeds I?
Who shall build its palaces and its pyramids?
Who write Columbia's ballads, and who the
ballads Of the world? Who sing the epics?
Who speak in the raptnrous language of elo-
quence, and who guide the bark of empire over
stormy seas? These are the inquiries which
the age puts to the noble and gifted Of earth.
Heroes, scholars, and orators must answer.
Warely Magazine.
"Julus, why didn't you obong your stay at
de spring."
kase, Mr. Snow, dey charge too much"
HoW SO ,Julius2v