Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-06-24
PLEASANT PARA PHS.

how to forgive; it is the most refined and
generous pitch of virtue human nature can
arrive at. Cowards have done good and
kind actions-cowards have fought, nay,
sometimes conquered; but coward never
forgave, it is not in his nature; the power
of doing it flows only from strength att
greatness of soul conscious of its own
force and security, above all the little temp
tations of resenting every iruilless attempt
to interrupt its happiness.
E"Belle Britain" says land we confess
We admire her opinion "there is no ornai
ment for the head of woman like tie mat
ural glory of clean, soft, simply arranged
head of hair. If | was a man | should al:
ways feel as if l would like to put my hand
on such head, smooth it, pet it, and ask
blessing on it. But huge mass of brsidet
conc ceits, stuck full of pins and artificial
flowers, looking like spread eagle in front
and spread peacock behind; smelling of
grease and curling tongs-ugh!''
GOODNESS.
Never despair of goodness. Men are bad
But have been worse. The badne IS shall die out,
The goodness, like the thistle-down, shall float,
Bearing germ beneath its tiny car
A germ prtdestined TO become tree,
To tall on fruitful soil, and on IT'S boughs
Bear seed enough TO stock the universe:
Charles Maekay
INDIAN ELoQUENcE That illustrious In
dian warrior, William Bowlegs, has made
another great speech in New Orleans. 1t
was as follows:
81 stand up here big chief, brave warrior.
kill heap you people before. can do him
again easy; give Billy seven good men to
follow on the war track, and he lick all the
United States, scalp big sathet at Washing:
ton! Whoop"'
William had probably been commnning
with the Great Spirit Gin bottle) when he
made this speech.
OUR MOTHER Thank Heaven for q pi.
Gus m other. She has been our safeguard
in trial, our comfort in affection, and our
guide in prosperity. No earthly influence
has contributed so much to mould our NOR
al character as those gentle words from
mothers lips, which entered into tie stat
ute of our soul, and will no doubt live with
it forever. No earthly name has a sweeter,
dearer sound than the name of mother
Deprive US of all other comforts of life it.
self, and the trial would not be half so
great as the loss OF our P;ous mother. Her
example and influence are more valuable
than world of wealth, and that she may
live long to advise and counsel US, is our
most earnest prayer. And how we pity
those little boys and gitls, those young la
dies and gentlemen, whose heart must ut
ter that sad sentence, "My mother is dead.'
How we pity those homeless wanderers I'M
a cold, heartless world, who have no fond
motEer's voice to soothe end sustain them
in the gloomy night OF sorrow.
FLOWERS.
OH flowers, oh. gentle, failing friends.
Which from The worlds beginning sIill have smif-
To cheer lifr's pilgrim as he onward wends,
Seems not your soothing Influence, meek and
mild.
Like comfort spoken by little child,
Who, i'll some desperate so row though he knows
Notl ing of all Lilies grieving. dark aud wild,
An innocent compassion iondly shows.
And tain would win US back from fever to repo,eI
Mrs Norton.
DOUGLAS JERRoLD on WoMES.-Virtus's
a beautiful thing in women, when they don't
go about, like a child with drum, making
all sorts of noises with it. There are some
women who think virtue was given them
as claws were given 70 cats-to do rothing
but scratch with.
What women would 10 il they could NOT
c ry. nobody knows. They are treated badly
enough as it is, but if they could net cry
when they liked, how they would Be put
upon-what poor defehseless creatures they
would be.
Nature has been very kird to them Next
to the rhinoceros, there is nothing in the
wor ID armed like woman And she knows
it.
Cultivate your nerves. You can't pet
them too mach. Something will always
be happening in the house, and, I'm less your
husband be worse than stone, every new
fright will be as good as new gown or q
new trinket to you. There are some co.
nestle wounds only to be healed by the jew
,ler.
"THEY SAY They say! Who are they!
who are the cowed monks, the hooded
riars who glide, with sErouded faces in the
procession OF life, muttering in an unknown
tongue words of mysterious inporti Who
arc they, the midnight sssasins o. repu,a-
iion who lurk in the by.lanes OF society,"
with dagger tongues, sharpened by inveh-
ton and envenomed malice, to draw the
blood OF innocence, and hyena like, banquet
on the dead. Who are they. They are
multitude no mun can number, black-stoled
famiIisrs of the, inquisition OF slahdef;
for victims in every city, town
nd vii age, wherever the heart Of humsrity
ihrobs, or the ashes of mortality finds rest.
Oh, coward, coward, world skulkers. Give
me the bold brigand who thunders along
the highways with flashing weapon that
cuts the sunbeam us well as the shades
give me the the pirate who uafurls the
black Tag, emblem Of his terrible trade, and
shows The plank which your doomed feet
must tleap; but save me rom the they say.
ers of society, whose knives are hidden in
velvet sheath, whose bridge is woven i'm
flowers; and who spread with invisible poi.
son even the spotless purity of the winding
sheet. Mrs. Lee HeRts.