Weekly Trinity journal., 1858-08-21
The JOURNAL.
wEAvERvILLE, SATURDAY, AUG. q, 1858.

ENTHUSIASTIC YoUNG CaRIsTIAN.--Some New
Hampshire boys persuaded stupid, swearing joe
TO attend Sabbath School, where they expected
to have great fun with his ignorance and profan-
ity. But Joe answered the teacher so correctly
and respectfully that the little villains had moth
ing to laugh at
MY friend said the teacher, who made the
world we nhabit
"Eh p said Joe, turning up his eyes, like an
expiring calf.
WHO made the world we inhabit?
Just as he was probably about to give the an
swer. one Of the boys seated behind inserted pin
into Joe s pants, about nine inches below the or
namenta buttons on his coat. God awl-migh-tev =
answered Joe, in an elevated tone, at the same
time rising quickly from his seat.
That is correct replied the teacher, but it is
not necessary that you should rise in answering;
sitting posture is just as WE'LL
Joe was seated and the chateehism proceeded
'who died to save the world
The pin was again inserted, and Joe replied
Jesus Chrstt-str ? in a still louder voice. rising
as before, from his seat.
That is also correct, but do not manifest so
much feeling; do be more composed and more
reserved in your manner said the teacher, III an
cXpostuatng tone.
After Joe had calmcd down, the examination
went on:
VI nat Will DC lDe maj uOOm OF all wicked
men :? was the subject now up for consideration,
and, as the pin again stuck in Joe thun-
dercd out, with higher elevation of his body,
'bellandam-nation.
MY young friend, said the instructor, you
give the true answers TO all these questions; but
while you are here, we wish you to be more mild
in your words DO endeavor, if you can, to re-
strain your enthusiasm and give less extended
scope to your feelings
vIGoRors TAurn-The San Francisco HeraH
remarks:
There is no Disgusting the fact, that part of
the public press Of this city particularly is pros
tituted to an extent unknown elsewhere, and
which, if attempted, would subject the person
guilty of it to the obloquy OF the community.
The moral sense Of the public is here daily out
ragged in the most barclaced manner and the
intelligence Of their readers insulted by the quail
ity Of the mental food prepared for their accep-
tance. Some Of the journals Of San Francisco
virtually say-we set before you dish which we
know your depraved appettes demand: we do
not seek to instruct, to elevate, to inform your
minds you are not capable Of approaching such
u course; but we act as the moral scavengers of
society, and present you with the vilanOuS Ofa Is
we have CLEANED by our labors. When taxed with
lhelr offences, they respond by asserting that the
public taste compels them to eater to n morbid
and vicious appetite. Revolving as are their Der-
sonallties at all times, they become markedly so |
during an election contest Then the Vals of
their concentrated malice and personal abuse are
poured out with lavish hand A libaton of
yulgarsm is made TO the moral Mooch at whose
shrine they worship Niagara of billngsgate
flows from the black points of their pens, gin-
atnG in blacker hearts, and fashioned by black
ening brains; and he whose prurient Imagination
can furnish the greatest amount Of scandal, who
can serve up the most putrid banquet, and can
excel the worm in his nauseous reyelry of corrup-
tion, expects TO be applauded for his smartness
and sustained for his revolving ingenuity
LEPERs OF FNoRwAY.-Bayard Taylor, in letter
from Norway, says:
We took on board four or five lepers on their |
way to the hospital at Bergen. A piece Of oil |
cloth had been thrown over some spars to shield |
them from The rain and they sat on deck avoided |
by the other passengers, melancholy picture Of
disease and shame. One was boy Of fourteen |
upon whose face wartike excrescences were be- I
ginning TO appear while woman, who seemed /
TO be his mother was hideOusly swollen and dis /
figured. man crouching down with his head .
between his hands, endeavored to hide the scanned |
and knotted mass of protruding blue flesh which |
had once been a human face
For these unfortunates there is no hope of cure;
some years more or less, of life which is worse
than death, was all to which they could look
forward
gssS~ A very famous English author who tray
eled through the United States few wears AGO |