The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1860-05-17
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Courtesy.

wool and warp, constitute the strength OF
the social fabric. Courtesy is love em-
bodied, and rendered active and visible /;
and love attracts into union and oneness,
as when contiguous water drops rush iu-
10 mutual bosous and form river and lake.
Conventional observences may drive men
into combinations, - e%ternal hoops force
the slaves to become the barrel and the
cask. B4t the drawings Of love Will at
tract, even through impcdiment and bar
rier, like the magnetic influence that op
crates through the vessel upon The mimic
floating swan.
Courtesy is essentially different from
p)litenegs, ettiqaette, manners. These
may become mere marks Of supreme self
ishuess and hatred and they may be only
exhibitions for praise and profit. Cour-
tesy has indeed, no special form, and yet
never uarS with suitable and decorous
conYentionalisms Courtesy is inherent,
and ever the same; but forms Of Politeness
arc shaped by accident; hence the eti
quette now reigning may be detkroned in
time, and tie politeness Of to-day become
rudanesS or vuigarity.
Courtesy cannot be taught OF learned
it cannot BE put on OF loid aside Cour-
tesy is fet-mere pollteness seen. The
former wiEs love, the latter respect. The
one bows gracefully AID profoundly ; tAe
other can lay down life. To become po-
lite read Chesterfield to become courte.
Gus, read the Bible. Abraham, the ia
ther of the faithful, aud Paul, the Apes
tie Of the Gcntilss, bowed indeed with
court!Y grace respectfully; but it was their
courtesy, manifest in look, Yord, tone,
manner, that revealed their heart love,
and malted o,hpr hearts.
The writer was passing once along a
narrow pavement. 4 young man, in
coarse apparel, at our approach, stepped
aside, with great alacr.:Y, and into the
mud edgigg the path He did not bow,
he waved no hand, he moved without
grace, and yet the whole was evident
courtesy.
After passing. tLe thoIghtaro3e. should
we not acknowledge and thank for be-
hayiour SO UNUSUAL in young man in tn IS
brazen age. We went back. Offering
our hand, we said Young man shake
hands gith ME :" " Certainly, sir, hat
why DO YOU wish it2' Because YOU are
kind hearted fellow, and true gentIe-
man, YOU gave all the path TO me- Sir,
l would step into the gutter for an elder
ly man - " God bless you, young man
May you become a believer in our Lord
Jesus Christ, whose servant | profess my
self; aud ulay we meet in heaven, if We
never meet on earth. "
Tears stood in the ejes Of both, and
when We said good-by, our hands seemed
10 be : love tie binding our hearts; and
we were Ut tl1uI rry---' =
iz2sas 5sl.i IepuoiIcans, and without bocom-
ing red, black, or any other political color
/ THE LITTLE ONEs.-Do yoa ever
think how much wo!k liGtle child does
in daV? Ilog, from sunrise to sunset,
the little feet patter round--to us-so
almlesaly. Climbing up here, kneeling
down there, running to another place,
bat never still. Twisting and turning,
rolling and reaching and doub'ing, as if
testing every bone and muscle for tLeir
future Uses. 1t is very curious to watch
1t. One who does so may well under
stand the deep breathing Of tbs rosy lit
tie sleeper, as with one arm tossed over
It's curly head, it prepares for the mex;
days gymnastics. Tireless through the
day tlli that time comes, as the maternal
love that so patiently accommodates It
self, hour after hour, to It's thousand
wants and capIiecs, real or fancicd.
A busy creature is little Child. To
be looked upon with awe as we'll as de,
light, IS its clear eye locks trusttggly
into faces, that to God and man have
essayed to wear mask. As it sits dcwn
IN It's Iitlle chair to ponder precocioqsIy
over the white lie you thought it 'tfan-
NY to tell it. As rising and leaning on
your knees, it says thoughtfulIy, in tone
that should provoke 8 tear net smile
Il don't believe it" A lovely and ye; i
fearful thing is that little child
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! INSANITY THE RESULT OF A JOKE
There is now in :. female lunatic asylum
in Hammersn4ith,. says the London CoQgs
Circular, lady Of exquisite beauty, who
was driven mad by being suddenly start
led by her maid. The ladY's name is
H, and she resided with her husband
Mr.. H, a wealthy sharearokor, at a
splendid mansion in Cavenaish Square
One evening, about six weeks ago, sh2
strolIed iD the dusk into her husband 9
library to procure book. The lady's
maid saw her enter the apartment, and in