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Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1871-09-01


What do great liars do when they die?
They lie still.
The New Testament Company, for the
revision of the Bible, are now hard at work
ON the seventh chapter of st. Mark.
A Syracuse paper states that over one
hundred and twenty-five trains arrive and
depart from that city every day.
Ed. =. Alderman, formerly of the
Brattleboro Record, is now managing edi-
tor of The CherH6, new literary paper in
Boston. He is doubtless the "seraph" of
the concern. Free Press.
-Politeness is in business what strata
gem is in war. 1t gives power to weak
ness it supplies great deficiencies, and
overcomes the enemy with but little sacri-
flee of time and blood. II is inyincible eli
ther in the attack or defence.
Punch hits Off tbe Emperor Williams
DISPATCHES annoupeino his victories during
the recent war in this paraphrase;
.,,u,o,.,,,n.,r ,r,,,.,or
We have had another buster
Ten thousand Frenchmen sent below.
Praise God from whom all blessings fow'
EUe,y Saturday, in a recent issue. wittily
says: "a Virginia man who thinks times
change writes to the Richmond Dispdtcb
thus: when bov, | hated Horace Gree
lev, the originator of Abolitionism. When
the war closed. his manly advocacy of
amnesty, his going security for jeff Davis.
and his MANY good words and works for
the South, caused me to name NV hound-
puppy, "Grelev." Today would NOT no
unwilling to see him in Grants chair.
Whether he means the hound or Mr.. Gree
ley, is left to the vivid Imagination of the
reader"
A cheerful and gushing philosopher
must have been the eccentric Partisan, one
Narcisse Pierrot, who died recently AFTER
making the following remarkable will: at
is my will that any one of my relatives who
shall presume to shed tears at my funeral
shall be disinherted. He, on the other
hand, who laughs the most heartily, shall
be the sole heir. ! order that neither the
church nor the hearse shall be hung with
black cloth; but that, on the day of MY
burial. the hearse and church shall be dec
Grated with flowers and green boughs. In
stead of the tolling of bells, will have
Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1871-09-01
BRATTLEBORO VT, FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 1, 1871

tiger lilies, Hubert had his arm round An
nette's waist, and her face was quite hid
den from view.
LAND sakesw cried the old lady, who
took in the situation. "What will Mr..
Murdoch say2"
"Mr. Murdoch has got nothing to do
with it, responded Miss Annette rather
proudly. Then, in her own whoedling
fashion, with her arm round Aunt Patty's
neck, she added, in whisper, 81 hope you
won't scold Hubert for asking me to be his
wife,"
"Scold him Bless your dear soul! II
he'd gone and married somebody that did
mt love me, it would have broke my heart; (;
but now in my old age, the Lord has given
me two children instead of one"
Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1871-09-01
The Leisure Hour.
.FT.1'T P.rTTI"S nor.

"You know he is just like my own"
said Aunt Patty, rolling away vigorously
at the pie-crust which was destined to COW
er the blue edged plate before her. "Meb-
he you'll be disappointed when you see
him, for he ain't handsome. Some folks
might even think him humbly but he's
good boy. One day, I recollect, when HUI
bert was a little fellow, Betty Wright ask
ed her mother why God made bad folks.
Don't you know says her brother Eli
hu, speaking up-he was always queer
chick-'Don't you know, sissy, He takes
great deal more pains with some folks than
He does with others 1t took Him long
while to make Herbert Ransom, but He
made lne in jih.' Hubert wouldn't like
il to hear me go on So"
81 think it's beautiful, you love him so
dearly" said Miss Annette, lifting her gem
tie head and it speaks volumes for him.
"You are good to say So replied the old
lady with Il pleased look. "You see | re-
membe Just us well as ii he hadn't been
away Il day what dishes the boy likes. He's
Il great hand for apple-pies, and likes the
real old fashioned kind, with the apples
sliced thin, and the t op crust took off pip
inc, hot and huttcred and suoared. Now
I'll just run out and pick up an apronful Of
harvest apples, for | see l shan't have
enough for six pics; and there amt no use
in making A smaller batch if Hubert is
coming home today"
"Iet me 90 and gather them for Won"
said Miss Annette. getting up from her low
stool and nuttino aside some dainty rose-
colored and white crotcbet work. 81 should
like to take run in the orchard. You
don't yive me half enouph to do Amt
patty If Won made me work I sbouId be
aoa1 s,ron,or,,
cav child Won look ~ if q good wind
uou,a hloy vou away liko ono of ,hor,
,,,ti,o doraolion tone ebould os coon
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honrdoI ,oId hin, 7 novorh had toron foil,s
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D'''uH' H"o",' NV anu 9'V" o,o. ,"'
'"'N ing ""' Vi ''"i' 'A0 So"'
cause ne anu u,eu u pe ifiehus III our
younger uayS' I'm more "iraiu sonie-
Times my Vic'uaiS dolt SUIT you, your
snch small eater' you must pick up, OF
think haint treated you WELL
"Oh, Aunt Patty, you couldn't be kinder
to me if you were my mother. l am
great deal stronger than when l came /
was only a little run down you know. You
mustn't Coddle me like an invalid
"Well, my child, | sometimes have mis-
trusted there was young man in the
case
mo, indeed there isn't returned An
netle, but she laughed and blushed a little
as sue LOOK her garden hat by the string, and
went tripping away down the orchard path
mat Drought l's Shade ana ihick turf up to
Aunt fa'tNS Dack stoop' The old lady
ieit her baking ana went to the window to
"a'eh Ahhelle Ehl step' as the sunshine
came through the Doughs ana spotteu her
pui morning uresS' anu the preeze lllteu
Tue ie''"ery h''ie our'S o' her i"lr neck
sue s"ee., p'et'y Vie"ture' though'
H""' "S u'u" nave iiu-
rra, 49,, hor n,dino a,ra,, ~ s'o,,at'
ala woman ,o Iva .o,ttna M, hoar, ON caii'a
u,o ,,oyTdor
Ami pattv,s bopse wos n shady ola
Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1871-09-01
VOL. XXXVIII.
Poetry.
"O.yLr.a TUN.vRLLRR."

'only tunneller," passing your door,
In the solemn hearse to-day;
Another bark from lifes rough shore
Launched on the unknown bay.
"only tunneller," "killed last night,
Blown up about twelve o'clock
There's one to blame, the fellow was tight,
And couldn't endure the shock
"only a tunneller;" nothing more
Gone to get his pay.
He ought to have given his notice before,
In decent, sensible way.
Tom Lynch was known by all his gang
As one Of the boys 'that is tough"
Which simply means, translated to slang,
IA diamond yet in the rough"
Tom used to work on the FIRST night-shift,
And at twelve his work was done,
But often to give his brother q lift,
He stayed in the shaft till one.
His brother Joe was a family man,
with children n dozen or more;
And they used to work on the mutual plan,
''ro keep the wolf from the door"
ON knew there was trouble ahead last night,
For the careless "Glycerine cuss"
Had ''tamped" hole that 1t wouldn't light,
Which always creates a fuss.
'Tis risky job to "draw charge
or gyecrine well tAmped in;
For the man who tries 1t the chance is large
That life will be brief for him.
Tom knew that the job had got to be done,
And that Joe would have 1t to do.
Por Joe came to work with the gang at one,
And the shift was nearly due.
So the cage went up, leaving Tom alone
In the shat, 30 dreary and dark
A low deep rumble-'tis all that's known
OF the launch Of the tunneller's bark
Ali good friend, did you stop to think
Ere you uttered your heartless jest,
That in life's grea, chain this rusty link
Has held its very best?
For the tunneller's heart was true and brave,
And cherished no selfish thought,
And in giving his life, another's to save,
His mission he faithfully wrought
I've somewhere read, in days gone by,
That our life is at best but span,
And the fttest place for man to die
Is where he dies for man.
Z. A. W., IN THE HoosAc VALLEY NEws.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
" Don't, Father"

One evening in November We were wakcncl
by noise that proceeded from the street.
near which was our sleeping-room window.
A ruihanly voice was pouring out on the night
air an avalanche. of curses. Going to the win
dow, we looked out and saw, on the opposite
side Of the street, man in beastly state Of
ntoxicaton, rcoing from side to side Of the
walk, and little girl, about six or seven
years, holding him by one hand, and ondeavor-
ing with all her power to guide his erratic
steps. Don't, father, she said as the BIAS
phemous wretch pours out the vileness inspir-
ed by the vile compounds he had drank Her
remonstrance meets with quick return after
an effort or two he succeeds in hitting her
with his disengaged hand and she falls prone
upon the sidewalk. After a moment, she
gets up-meantime the father embraces an
awningpost, and is watching his child, while
he see-saws back and forward la his maudlin
effort to maintain his equilibrium The little
girl Immediately comes to his side there is
no fear in her approach, and the tone in
which she said, 8" Do father come home"
had power, it seemed to Us, to melt heart
Of stone. The agonizing cadence brought up
from bleeding heart had no effect on the
miserable rum-soaked wretch, and as they
moved in a zg-zag course down the street,
he made Intellectual efforts to strike his child
again, at the same time making night hideous
with his camorous profanity he falls on the
sidewalk to be assisted to his feet by the lit
tie one and as he sends out new voloy off
oaths, and slowly gets down the street out Of
hearing, the last words we hear are in
that heart-breaking, pleading strain " Don't
father"
What future that little girl has before
her Once her father was kind to her, else
she would not have loved him so well else
she would not have borne his brutality But
when the demon, rum, fastens his hold on
man, all his better nature is gone.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
A Complaint from the Stomach.

have often wondered what the stomach
must say to itself while an ordinary meal is
coming down. This stomach knows perfect
ly well what it needs. 1t asks at breakfast
moderate piece of steak, a slice or two of
stale bread, and baked potato, Now, just
stand by and see what comes down.
First great mass of greasy buckwheat
cakes now a swash of scalding hot coffee,
again buckwheats, more coffee, sausage, hot
biscuit saturated with melted butter, buck.
wheats, coffee, sausage, hot biscuit, and so on
and so on for half an hour. And here we
have an enormous mass Of hot, greasy
doughy, indigestible stufs, swimming in hot
coffee
The stomach asks at dinner, roast beef or
mutton, with bread, potatoes and other vege-
tables. Now, what is the conglomeration that
comes rushing dow that red canal ? Turtle
soup, fish, beef, duck, plum pudding, pie,
nuts, rasins, coffee, and several condiments
with this hotchpotch, ice water, leo cream,
and wine.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
80
Eventide.

In that hour which Of all the twenty.four
is most emblematic of heaven, and suggestive
of repose, the eyentide, in which instinctively
Jacob went into the fields to meditate,-when
the work of the day is done, when the mind
has ceased its tension, when the passions are
lulled to rest, in spite Of themselves, by the
spell of the quiet, star-lit sky,-it is then,
amidst the silence of the lull Of all the lower
parts Of our nature, that the soul comes forth
to do its work. Then the peculiar, strange
work Of the soul, which the intellect cannot
Cancellation, begins. Awe, and worship,
and wonder, are in full exercise and love
begins then in its purest form of mystic ado
ration, and persuasive and underlined tender.
ness-separate from all that is coarse and
earthly-swelling as if it would embrace all
in its desire to bless, and lose itself in the sea
of the love Of God. This is the rest Of the
soul--the exercise and play of all the nobler
powers.-F. W. Robertson.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
The Love of Parents and Children.

There is no love like that between parents
and children. This comes nearer divinity
than anything we can find in this world
The boy is born, parents are poor, on a penu-
rlous farm all their thoughts centre on him.
lie shall be educated every inch of ground
shall tell they will deny themselves food and
clothing, may be (; that boy shall 60 to col
lego. Other children are born-the strife is
terrible. God pays poverty with better coin
than gold or silver. With almost supernatu-
raj ingenuity the old wilderness of a farm is
worked, so that it contributes to the educa-
tion Of their darling boy, and he departs for
the university. He may be truly said to
light his candle of knowledge by the marrow
Of his parents hearts. BY and by news
comes that he has disgraced himsef-he is
expelled. Oh, what tears, what anguish,
what heart-aches, what dead people they are
Their darling is disgraced, set adriit, for
whom they had given everything, What
shall he dot Where shall he GOT Come
home. Into his mothers arms-back to his
mothers prayers-on another term of service.
Isn't that loye2 DO you dare to say that
there is no such thing as disinterested affec.
tion in this world2 Oh my friends, there is
a great deal Of pure gold that is never recog.
nized here, but which counts for all that
Henry Ward BeecAer.
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naiscella


For the Waterman.
God our Maser, giuefh us soag' IN ne nigsf."-Jon.
Oh long long night Of darkness and " tears
on weary, weary hours that bring no rost
Oh mintng hoart, 80 full Of anguishod fears
On, tempted soul, with grief and doubts oppressed
Ihe sqn that once shono bright upon Thy path
hhth long since coasot to light tho devious way
lhe moon and stars are shredded with thick Clouds
Ihore is no promise OF the dawning day
Yet through the darkness. ! am not afraid.
rather humbly lay my hand Ia thine,
Ana walk secure. Thou wilt not lot me stray,
Or miss one blessing Of thy wise design.
-, though walk In darkness, Thou hast giyenl
Unto my heart song Of ferVent praise
] sing 10 Thee in the lone midnight hours,
" "Gloriods, Oh, Lord, arc all thy works and waysn
cast a backward glanco at persisted ioys.
And feel the hlcssedncss of Memory
Ny geifsrdlys are sacred. Der tlor grave
\ song 0f grateful praise sing TO Thee
A song ol mingled penltenco and mith,--
For al my wandering, rumorsefil tears
for an Thy patient care and chastoung love,
thankful trust that leaves no room for fears.
Though clouds grow dark and heavy round my way.
The present duty can plainly see,-
To walt aud trust through tempOgts wild and fierce
TO give mp ALL and find my all In Thee
lhe luturo stretches ON r. weary way
Tomorrow promises new toll and care
E1st fo-n0rrou has Us daily cross,
us burden and Ia grief Tor me to bear.
Yet, Oh, my God. thank Thee with full heart
That can stll send up my happy song
Can trust the future % Thy tender care,
Aud say The way, at least will not be long"
Pnf, nf,--gysscnt-fafre Though the gloomy light
Shall longthon out rs shadow all the way
A morning comoth that shah know no end
No night in Heaven, but Gods Eternal Day
fLoHENcE.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
4 Young Man Defined.

Age hath its work of instruction and coun-
sci, bringing down the past to the present.
When young men take hold of any work, it
grows with their growth and strengthens with
their strength - it will seize hold of their
affection and their sympathy for all time to
come. And yet as | look around me this
evening, | scarcely know where the line is to
be drawn that shall separate the young men
from the old. | used to think that young
men were men Of seventeen, Of twenty, or
possibly twenty-five. When | was lad,
thought If | ever reached thirty | should be
man Of mature years and should | ever
arrive at fifty | should be an old man But
as | have passed from decade, to decade, un-
til have gone over all these boundary lines,
feel that l have not got out of the sphere Of
young men. find young men older than am !
l think of the words ofthe APOSTLE " write to
you, young men, because you are strong"
As long as a man is strong he is young man.
rs long as a man is strong-be he twenty or
be he slxty-his heart is young. He may be
a boy he may be grandfather he is a
young man In trying to draw the line, |
have thought that some are old at twenty,
and some are young at three hundred--or say,
athousand ? The great trees of California, bota-
nists say, have been growing since Noah's
flood. They show very little signs Of age
yet. They are still strong, hourishing, beau
tiful, and have come to the conclusion that
men are very much like those trees. A tree
is never to be counted old as long as its heart
is sound, and it is able to bear fruit. Well,
while mans heart is sound and he is able to
do good, | say he is to be classed among
young men. And such recognize to be men
of this institution. They are workers they
are men who design to labor for the commu-
nifty; they take by the arm men young in
years, young in experience, and train them for
humanity and for Christ.-Bistop Simpson.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
The Tragedy OF Life.

Life is monstrous disappointment and
death the only portal to peace. There is not
day passes in which virtue does not sell
itself for bread, in which the good are not
prosecuted and the weak tramplcd upon.
Tragedies as red as any history or fiction ever
painted are being played, and faces you admire
mark with smiles an inward torture worse
than the agony Of the rack Who has real
lied the ful6llment of his early hopes L?
Whose life has not its notifications, its bitter
concealmcnts, its studied evasions, poignant
humiliations, its wild uneasiness, its wrestlinrs
and defeat. But we do not represent life.
We represent the fairest portions and the
highest level Of it. Beneath us is the great
mass of humanity, and they writhe and moan
and weep they toll and starye and curse and
fight and die. The world goes rolling on as
needless Of those who fall as the gale in
autumn is needless Of the leaves it strips
from the trees or the branches it wrenehes
away.-Rey. W. H. MayraH
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12

When the great bridge across the Nj
agara was made, the difficulty was to pass the
first rope across the broad stream. | have
read that it was accomplished by flying a
kite, and allowing it to fall on the opposite
bank. The kite carried across a piece of
string, then to the string was tied line, and
to the line rope, and to the rope stronger
rope, aud by-and-by Niagara was spanned,
aud the bridge was finished. Even thus by
degrees God works. 1t is fair sight to see
in human hearts little interest concerning
things divine, little desire after Christ, a
feeble wish to know who he is and what he is,
and whether he is available to the sinners
case. This hunger will lead to craving
after more, and that craving will be followed
by another, till at last the soul shall find her
Lord and be satisfied in im.-ISpurgeon.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12

What minister of the Gospel does not
lose heart as he looks through his congrega-
ton seeking for helpers. He wants workers
for the Sunday school, workers for the mission
field in his parish, workers among the poor
and needy. Many, through the blessing of
the Lord upon his ministry, have been brought
into the fold; but where are they2 what are
they doing for Christ Since the hour of
their conservation they have not done the first
thing. They are of no use to the Master
They are a positive hindrance. They are
sleeping on their watch. Admirable plans
arc formed for a grand onslaught upon the
enemy, and when and where they are most
needed they are not to to be found.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12

other power in your pital,-what is this in.
dependence p? Let me show how small states
become really independent Under the gov.
ernmet Of the United States there are nearly
forty little Republics. Each is virtually in.
dependent in all respects in which iudepend.
ence is a blessing. Neither can interfere in
the interior concerns Of any other, yet each
aids TO protect the other. .
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
Love OF the Beautiful,

Place young girl under the care Of kind
hearted women, and she, unconsciously to
herself, grows into a graceful lady Place a
boy in the establishment Of a thorough-gong,
straightforward business man, and the boy
becomes a self.reliant, practical business man.
Children are susceptible creatures, and cir
cumstances scenes and actions always impress.
As you influence them, not by arbitrary rules,
nor by stern example alone, but thousand
other ways that speak through beautiful forms,
pretty pictures, etc, so they will grow
Teach your children, then, to love the beauti.
full Give them a corner in the garden for
flowers; encourage them to put it in the shape
Of hanging baskets; show them where they can
best view the sunset; rouse them in the
morning not with the stern " time to work -
but with the enthusiastic see the beautiful
sunrise I" Buy for them pretty pictures :;
and encourage them to decorate their rooms
in his or her childish way Give them an
inch and they will 20 a mile. Allow them
the privilege, and they will make your home
beautiful
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
Special nnttces.

TWENTY SEVEN YEARS PRACTICE
ln tho Treatment Of Diseases incident to females ha,
placed DR. DOW at tho head Of all physicians making
such practice a speoaiy and enables him to guarantcs
speedy and permanent cure In tho worst of Sup
prsssion and all other M'nsinR DeaHgmcat from oha
rer cause All lottcrs loradvicc must contain o. Once
No. EyDrou srnEEr, BosroN
N. B.-Doard furnished 10 those desiring to remain
undor treatment
Boston, July, 1870 2516
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Every human soul has the germ of some
flowers withini and they would open if they
could only find sunshine and free air to ex.
pand in. | always told you that not having
enough Of sunshine was what allied the world.
Make people happy, and there will not be half
the quarrelling or tenth part of the wick
edness there is.-Mrs. Child,
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12

A pleasant house is not house where
one is especially talked to, but where one
discovers that one talks more easily than else.
where. The tact is certainly invaluable which
enables woman to know the strong points
Of her guests, to lead up to their subjects, to
supply points for conversation, and then to
leave it quietly alone. But it is only dis.
play on grand scale of that particular fac
ulty Of silence which wins its quiet triumph
over every hsaEtA.yug.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
God Works Silently.

Drop piece a wool on the floor. Do you
hear it No. 1t is noiseess How about
the snow2 Does it make a great shout to
tell US it is coming7 Certainly not. " He
giyeth snow like wool" 1t is noiseess !
And this is altogether characteristic of Divine
operations. The great forces of the universe
are mute The sun never speaks. The at
mosphere is mute. Grayitation has no tongue.
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