The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1860-11-15
NARIET y.
GEsIs FROM OssIAS.


Heaven burns with all its stars
"TesTs are wintry streams that waste away my
sOul.''
.'She like spirit Of heaven haf-folded in the
skirt OF a cloud"
lie hummed a surly song, like blast in a leaf
less wood"
"They fell Ike the thiste's head beneath autum-
nal winds
" Thy words pleasant as the shower which falls
IN the sunny hed.i
g The music was like the memory OF joys that are
past, pleasant and mournful TO the SOUL
"Give, lovely mail, thy tears. have seen
the tom5s OF all my friends -
{" Happy they who die l. their youth, when
their renown Is around them
''ThOu art y beam from heaven; that coming on
the troubled deep. binds up the tempest's wing
My harp hangs a blasted branch The sound
Of It's strings il mournful. Does the wind touch thee
o harp, OF i 1t some passing ghOst:''
She cane on his troubled soul like n beam 10 the
dark-heavIng ocean, when it bCrsts from "a cloud and
brightens the fOamy siie VI i wave
Why did not PISS away in secret. like the flower
Of the rUck that lifts it, fair head unseen and
its vithered leaves on the blast
He Va within her soul, like a FIRE in secre.
heath, which awakes at the voice Of the blast and
sends its beams abroad"
- In what hail Of the clouds is your rest, DO you
touch the shadowy harp. rubed With morning mist,
where the rustiins comes forth from his green
headed waves.''
Pleasant is the Joy OF grief; il is like the shower
Of spring when it sOiens the branch of the oak, and
the yOurg leaf rears its green head"
"Autumn is dark the mountains; grey mists
the hills. The whirlrind Is heard On the
heath Dark rolls the river through the narrow
plain The leaves whirl round with the wind and
strev the grave Of the dead
"Where cur fathers, warriors , the chiefs Of
the times Of old They have like stars that have
shone- We only hear the sound of their praise. But
they renowned IN their years the
tines. Thus shall We pass away
Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven golden
harei Of the sky The west has opened its gates;
the bed Of thy repose IS there The waves
behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads.
They thee lovely in thy sleep; they shrink away
with fear. Rest. la ting shadOwy cave, Sun let
thy return be In joy.
GoLD.-A cubic inc Of gold is worth one hundred /
and tOTtysix dOiiar-; n cubic foot two hundred and
dfty-tsO thousand, two hundred and eighty y-eight /
dollars; cubic yard, six millions, eight hundred I
aud sesenty-six dollars The quantity Of gold now
IN existence Is estimated 70 be three thousand millions
Of dollars, which. welded in mass, could be
tanned in n cube of twenty-tbree feet
"Wu,'' said Bishop Horne, ''shoud excite an
appetite. provoke disgust. Wit, without wisdom,
Is salt Without meat; and that is but cOmfortess
dish to u hungry man down to. Wit. employed /
TO Disguise prejudice truth, i salt thrown into
mans eyes
Pat dry, aud got out of the for his refresh
Eent; the cars very thOughtIessly went without .
starting a run, and shaking his list as he flew after
the train; - Stop, there. We old stame wagon; ye
nurIherin' stame Injne-ye've got a passenger ON
ooari that's left behind -
An Ohio court has given So 200 damages to Il Mrs. /
Brush, 10 be pail by Peter Lawson, who sold her
husband liquor, under the Influence of which he
chopped of OF his wie's feet. The court ruled
that for injuries done BY any while drunk, the
n-selIer liable. This is righteous judgment.
We're the rule made Of general application, there 1
Eoald be tribe Of broken glass IN many establish
meR;s
What's tbat:'' asked Mrs. Partingtou, looking
up at the column OF the Place Yendome. during her
EIe visit To Paris - The pillar of Napoleon
the Well, I never did, she exclaimed,
anI that's his pillow He great man TO use
thati bGt its like bolster. And II IS iron,
10 believe. All, Isaac what IL Is 10 be great
Hos hard his heal have rested that irOuical
pillow
DrrT.-A life of duty IS the only cheerful life-for
al Joy springs frUm the affections; and il Is the great
law Of nature, that without good deeis all good aec
ton dies, and the heart becomes utterly desOlae. The
external world. tOo tnen loses ali its beauty;pOetry
fpis1 away from EARTH for What is poetry but the
re;tIon Of all pure and sweet, and high and lofty
thoughts: But where duty Is
Fias-rs Laugh beneath her in their buds,
AHt fragrance her footing trssis-
she doth preserve the stars from rrong,
And eternal hsaseus fr-sh and strong
DUTIEs.-The smallest bomeIiest. hunblest actions
are ennobed by the sentiment OF love and duty.
Think OF the two archangelS-One sent 10 rule the
British realm, the other sweep the streets OF Lon
don, and both finding equal dignity and equal pleas
are 10 the faithful doing OF their work. BethInk
!0s toO,- vittg what joyous aacrity the cheruoirn
would grind knives along the streets Of our town.
SET TO do it by their Lord and Ourz; and how well
tHey would grind them toO2 Aud not single
seraph, winging by swift piniOns upon some EN-
osssy Of highest import TO the realm ruling angel,
would have a thought Of for the faithful knife
grinders, the cheerful -weepers place and
work