The Van Buren press., 1871-01-17
Bury Thy Borrow.

Hue IL With care.
Think oft calmly.
When curtaiaed by night;
Go and tell Jesus.
~x.-e yAndaH viii be right.
a SLACK HUSBAND PUNISHED -" Mr..
Monston.'' said my grandmother, a. havs
no wood to burn TO day. What shall /
Do T,se,ussrg 4#
"Oh, send Louisa rsand to pick up
soms.l said the good man, making stride
toward the door. tG tps oh ta ta y =.
sBut she has picked up ali she can find
"Then lie! her break up some old stuff "
'"But she has broken up everything al.
reAdy. 'aspHg av 18f .ts t.f
"Oh well, thcn. do the mex. bost thing
Il must be off," said the farmer, and off
hs vass This.hsy Al showvnt, snd nodoubt
wondering In his heart what the next best
thing would turn cut to be.
Noon came. and with il came my grand
fathsfs snds four hungry slaborsts.o Ny
grandmother stood in the kitchen. spinning
on her great wheel and singing 4 rlesssu,
litsle ditsy Louisa was scoariug in tho
back room. .sand the cat sat puring on the
hearth before o black and frsls.s chimney,
while The table sat in, tho middle Of the
room. sptcslfor dinner. with empty dishes.
"Wsh,- wife. here We ar" said my
grandfather, chcerily. c,o,,oa Roae,,e'
"so SEQ. replied she, placidly; !" have
you hal agood morning in the corn. field :"
"Why. yes, so. Bat where i. the din.
ncr31 T9LTlt2t N ar aN1HlIdf't
:" In the pot on the door step Won't
ycWsee il il 10 tlonc?" ''8q 'ia.' .tl
And on,ths doorstep, to be, sure. sat the
greatiro pot, nicely covered. but not look
iag particularly steamy. My grandfather
raised tho cover and there lay all the in.
gradients Of = nice, boiled i d;unsr---cvery
thing prepared in the, incest manner, and
the pot filed with tho clearsst OF water, md
ahsthe vegetables As raw ~ they had ever
been. Ny grandfather stared and my
grandmother joined another roll to the yarn
upon the distaff, and begana another verse
OF hcr song.sa.q 5..a, bir i.,s,ias eu fr
"Why, woman, what does this mean 2"
bdeaA my grandfather, indignantly. "This
dinner isn't cooked at all r''
Dear mo. Is itnot! Why, il hs. sat
in the sun those four hours" 'aa, ea.
!" Set in the SUM- .s.aai
s..Yes, you told mo to try the next best
thing to having fire, and thought set
titE my dinner in the sun was about that. y
Ny grandfatheE stood doubtful fora mo-
ment, but finally his sense 81 humor over
came his seass ofinjury, and he laughed
aloudl Then picking up his hat, ho said ::
Come, boys We might asowsl start
for tile woods. We shall have no dinner
till We have earned II. lrerceivc'
oWon'ty you have some bread and cheese
before you go ~ askca my grandmother,
generous in her, victory, as women almost
ulways arc, Aud 30 she wen the day. v
y" The cellar stairs in the old farmhouse
had become broken and so unsafe that my
grandmother bcsieged her husband. early
and j sts, - yepair them. lest some accident
should happen lie always promised to do
so, aud always forgot to ful6llhs promise.
At last one day my grandmother fell. in
going down And spilled the milk sllo was
carrying
"Are you hurt T. asked my grandfather
smoking his pipe beside the fire,
NaiMa,ter whether ! am or moi" ro-
turned the angry housewife. rappearing
with her empty pan. "Taat is the last
,ims ]. carry milk down those stairs until
they are amended"
.'plessc yourself and find the mex, bes,
way TO get II down." said the husband a
little vexcd at her tone. ii'H'
II will" said my grandmother, and she
was .Asgood ss her word. The next eve.
ming my grandfather went down the cellar
to draw souio cider bi'A ~
sAakNhstIin ithundcr! exclaimed hc--no.
thing worse, assure. you, for no was not a
profane man, what in thunder is the
mst,ae.lssa hers,.why W roman, your milk
is sii over the cellar bottom"
"Isit?" replied by grandmother, tran
qukiits ~ Well, | think that is likely
enough, falling SO far
Falling So far! What dovou mean -
TWhy, you know I said ! shouldn't
carry the milk over those broken stairs
agoia~asd you told inc to try tho next best
way Of getting it down, and SO took up
boaslyin the kitl,cn floor, threw do wn the
pans, and then strained the milk down into
them"
The cellar siaits were mendcd next day
&s14lAL- :, y. 1870
SOCRATES AND THE WipowER.--A hus-
band lost beautiful and beloved wife
The loss filed bis mind with grief, and,
in hts despair would have slain himself
with his dagger, had not his friends pre-.
vepted him. Disappointed, but still fu-
rious,. he dashei his head against the
wait, determined to seek death in some
way, 50 as 10 rejoin the beloved one, /,
was witA grcst difficulty that lie was ap
pease1 anal apsrsAadcd TO consult the sage
Socrates, and seek advice and consola.
iion at his hands. IJs did 50. and the
ph3osyples'p puly answer was: T" Come
NgAiniii nsight months = stAt the end OF
thEttrt he did not come, for-hc had
" rrttd agaih! +" ~
bMsI2nH nIofr~-rrh h7rl9o91 y
- +" Come here, you miscAisysas liz.
lie rascal. J4aIr TYssy1ssssa 55s,. HEX ~,
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