Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1867-08-15
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a mean fellow,
Two American soyeregns-Smo-klng
and Joking.
The pleasure of doing good Is the only
one that never wears out.
Keep your temper. The cold hammer
moulds and masters red-hOt iron.
"Bov, where does this road go to y"
" No where, as l know on, it's always
.taid here"
Cuba described in single line: "The
land of the flea and the home of the
slave"
"Flatterers only lift man up, as it Is
ssaid the eagle does the tortoise, to get some
thing by his fall"
"Balance your expenses by the just
weight.of your own estate, and not by the
poise of others spending"
At church collection for missions, the
preacher said " My christian brethren,
let us caution those that put IN buttons
not to break of the eyes; it spoils them
for use, and they will not pass among the
heather for CONS"
About twelve years ago the Rev. W
had charge of the Baptist Church in the
town of Somerset, N. j. He was very
much addicted to smoking, and some of
the members of his church had spoken to
him about it, that it was wrong, and was
setting bad example, etc. One Sunday
morning, for some reason, the church was
filed with smoke. When the minister
rose TO commence the service, he very
gravely remarked: "If it is wrong for a
minister to smoke, is it not great deal
worse for a meeting house to smoke z"
In one of the prettiest towns in south
eastern Ohio, resides DR.. T, whose
sayings are often quoted in that vicinity.
passing along the street one day, he met a
couple of lady acquaintance walking
together of whom was named
Wood, the other, Stone. Passing as
he met them, the Doctor made one Of
his most graceful bows, and repeated those
two lines of the well-known Missionary
Hymn:
THE heather in his blindness
Bows down to Wood and Stone
A good story is told of a fellow at
cattle show, who was making himself ridic-
ulously conspicuous by an evident intention
of finding fault with every thing. Atlast
he burst forth with, "call these ERE pigs
cattle? Why, they amt nothing to what
our folks raised My father raised the
biggest calf Of any man round our partsm
III don't doubt it, Was the timely remind
er of a by-stander; "and the noisest"-
The forward youth, as may be imagined,
incontnently subsidized.
A little fellow, some four or five years
old who had never seen a negro, was
greatly perplexed one day when one came
by where he and his father were. The
youngster eyed the stranger susplciously
till he had passed, and then asked bis ia
Their -
"Pa, who painted that man all black,
so 2"
Good did, my son." replied the father.
"Well," said the little one still looking
after the negro, 81 shouldn't a thought
he'd "a held still.
Not long ago an old lady was going to
the store with basket, to make some
purchases, when she met lad driving a
fine load of hay to market. She stopped
him, enquired the quality and price of the
article, and after much deliberatiOn, or
dered the boy to drive his horses into her
yard. The place was rather narrow, but
the boy finally managed to enter with his
wagon and prepared to unload. Looking
up to the lad, who, pitchfork in hand
was about to toss off the hay-she said
with great simplicity: " You may give
me enough for hens nest; I've beer
wanting it for some time !"
Chatting with one of her neighbors one
day, the same old lady related her eXpe-
rience, when converted, as follows 81
used to be very gay and fond of the worlC
and all its fashions, till the Lord showed
me my folly. liked silks and ribbons
and laces and feathers, but | found they
were dragging me down to Hell--So gag
them all TO my sister.
Mr.. B and family We're boardin!
for the summer in the country with
farmer who was rather close in the matte
of providing for the table. In the cours
of the summer one of the family fell sick
and Mr.. B, thinking that CHECKER
broth would be just the thing for the inva
lid, went to the landlord and asked tina
chickens might be slain, and the brot
provided. The landlord was very sorry
but really he hadn't chicken in the world
b said nothing, but returned to hi
room, took down his fowllng- piece, an
sailed forth IN quest of game. His rout
led him behind the landlords barn, where
to his surprise, he espied quite lot {
spring chickens, evidently in good cond
ton. Without waiting for wilder game
B raised his gun and fired. Tire
fine pullets lay weltering in their gor
when the smoke cleared away. b
gathered them up, brought them in to th
landlord, and ordered broth made fror
them. The countenance of the landlor
grew dark, and he rudely charged b