The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-08-05

of the Savior and his apostles with
the views Of modern church mem
bers. a,IaIa H.h
1t matters not if we be deceived.
nor how after the deception. be re
peated. We invariably prefer dee
| tors who prove to be quacks, law
! yers who turn out to be pettifoggers,
| bankers who fail with full Golfers,
swindling merchants, ignorant teach
| ers. and preachers who are "WOlves
in sleeps clothing" And this is
how we reason: as not this the
carpenter? Don't you see that his
occupation is menial and labOriousG
''Can any good come cut Of Naz-
ereth?' Has he not bad reputa-
tion2 All! One who spoke as never
man spake, said, "a prophet is not
without honor, save in his own coun-
try, and in his own house" If one
would be famous, let him 90 among
strangers. They will deem him a
prodigy. Then be may and should
return to his old neighbors They
will receive him as cordially as they
aforetime treated him coldly. While
living all will pay him homage;
Dead, he viii be defed. Biograph-
ers will honor themselves in sound
ing his praise. They will Tansack
his early childhood for evidence Of
his after greatness. Such a son
never was. There will be repeated
souabbles among influential cities
claiming to be his birth place, and
every man would have been proud
to have been his father. But had
not fame perched on his standard,
in what respect would his infancy
have been more prevocious than
that of any one less fortunate and
renowned?
o, dear! The whole world is but
an arena for fnessing, and every one
you meet is ready TO cheat you out
Of your eyes by means of some con-
.fidence game. And the beauty Of
the arrangement is, that while all
can easily see that every other per-
son is being feeced, nobody is con-
scious that himself is being gulled.
The good deacon daily "weeps be
tween the porch and the altar" be-
cause his neighbor's sons are on
:'the high road to perdition,P but he
don't know that his boys spend
whole Sundays playing 66' in his
hay-loft, and that, too, while he Is
PROSTATE on the floor below, asking
for grace to train, his children "in the
way they should CO." The Good
Templar "leaves no stone unturned,,
to win the inebriate from his cups,
but somebody ought to tell him
that the devil takes folks to his
sultry residence on the nauow-gage
mule-power, strap, railway, Of tObac
co-chewing or smoking, as well as
by means Of the broad gage, steam
draft, "Black-valley" track Of whis-
ky-drinking. And while the editor
is holding up some gTeeney to pub
lie scorn in his newspaper, for hav-
ing his money taken from him by
an old dodge, he finds too late that
his blooming daughter is too sus-
ceptible to the stunning advantages
of some be-whiskered dancing-mas-
ter or other professional black-leg
in pleasing disguise.
20 vad some pow,r the gifie gi'us,
To see ourselves as itheD see us'n
COUNTRY AND CITY.
An afternoon in July. I am sit
ting in the door-yard reading for the
first time "The Schonberg- Gotta
Family" a curious history Of the
childhood, monastic experience, per-
secutions, pastoral tenderness, pull
pit-power, domestic happiness, won.
derful usefulness ard tranquil de-
cease Of the Father of the Reforma-
ton, the great Martin Luther, as
connected with the home life Of said
family. 1t is, so to speak, a COM
bined history and biography, being
written by various members Of the
family and embracing a period Of
seventy years. It may betray my
ignorance to say that I do not know
the authors name, but it is ingeni-
usIy and ably and in some portions
thrillingly written, and viii repay
any one for reading it. But this Is
not what / set out to write.
Mercury at 100 deg. IN the shade
and cloudless sky; so I have
sought the cooling shadow on the
eastern side of the house. The
ward is full of flower beds, shrubbery
outrageous evergreens, Yariegat-
ed pinks, single and double, red and
white flock, pansies, porter-loccas,
lady slippers, ragged sailors, VERDE
mas of five or six eOlors and glori-
Gus dahlias; fringe-trees, Irish Jun
ipers, rhododendrons, honey sucsles-
roses, tiger lilies, balls, -peonies
lilacs and syringas; frs, pines, noun
tain-ash, weeping cherry, cedar and
larch, all these and more on the
lawn while under the front porch
are various house-plants, such as
geranimous, fuckias, petunias, moss
and monthly roses, oleanders and
helistropes furnishing grateful re-
lief to the wearied eye and WOoing
me from my reading. And here
come other attractions; curious in
sects, beautiful butterflies and other
winged creatures, to me, nameless,
fitting from blossom to blossom on
the bed of verbinas; humming birds
whose gossamer pinions seem never
to cease moving, and whose feet, if
they have any, are never visible. l
there! The little,
slim, gilt and green-feathered, slen-
der billed creature has lit on a sway
ing twig of one of the dah,ias, and 1
can see its tiny grey legs with dark
claws. How uneasy it is! and how
its little eyes glisten-they look
black. And its plumage how it
shines. Here it comes again with
its sharp peep, its invisible wings
and feet, and long slim bill which it
pushes deep into the nectar-sups of
the hOney-suckle blossom. But 1
cannot watch you any longer,
birdie. Across the way men are
harvesting a field of oats. Now the
GRADER is whetting his scythe and
the raker is resting on his last sheaf
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