The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-02-02
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An Indian in Nebraska answers to
the appellation of .Thundering
Samuel. =
If you would have a faithful SER
want. and one that you like. serve
yourself.
He who has no opinion ofhis own,
but depends upon the opinion and
taste of others, is a slave.
Temperance, indeed, is bridal Of
gold; and he who uses it rightly. is
more like god than q man.
Politeness is like an air-cushion-
there may be nothing in it, but it
eases our jolts wonderfully.
A good word is an easy obligation;
but not to speak i'll, requires only
our silence, which costs US nothing.
Mind this:-It is better to accom-
plish perfectly very small amount,
than to balf-do ten times as much.
A melancholy lover says it is q
great comfort to be alone, especially
when ones sweetheart is with him,
Grief knits two hearts in closer
bonds than happisess ever can and
common sufferings is far stronger
link than common JOY. s1oI0 =
1t is with narrow-souled people as
with narrow necked bottles; the less
they have in them, the more noise
they make in pouring out. 3 : - eECT
A young man being asked why the
hair on the top of his head was SO
thin, exclaimed, 1.-The girls pulled
it out pulling me in the window"
A Wisconsin brute applied for o
divorce on the ground that his wife
had become weak, and Couldn't
work on the farm as she used to do"
That woman was great philoso-f
pher, who, when she lost her hus-
band, said she had one great eonso-
lation-she knew where he was of
nights.
With many renders, brilliancy of
style passes for affiuence of thought;
they mistake buttercups in the grass
for immeasurable gold mines under
ground. s
Consolation indiscreetly pressed.
upon us when we are suffering under
atfiiction, only serves TO increase our
pain. and to render our grief more
poignant.
The talent of turning men into
ridicule, and exposing to laughter
those one conSerses with, is the graft
fication of little minds aud ungener-
Gus tempers.
Of all passions, jealousy is that
which exacts the hardest service, and
pays the bitterest wages. It's SER
vice is-to watch the success of our
enemy; its waSes-to be sure of it.
When thou makest presents, let
them be of such things as will last
long; to the end they may bein some
sort immortal, and may. frequently
refresh the memory of the receiver.
In all evils which admit remedy,
impatience should be avoided, be-
cause it wastes that time and atten
ton in complaints, which, If prop
erly applied, might remove the
cause.
The avaricious man is like the
barren, sandy ground of the desert,
which sucks In all the rain and dews
with greediness, but yields no fruit
full herbs or plants for the benefit of
others.
Life is made up. not of great sac
rifces or duties, but of little things,
in which smiles and kindness, and
small obligations, given habituaily,
are what win and preserve the heart,
and secure comfort.
Some of the domestic evils of
dows, gardens without fences, fields
without tillage, barns without roofs,
children without clothing, principles,
morals or manners.
Don't trouble busy editors. Quilp
stepped into the imperial sanctum
this morning to ask what he'd better
write about. write about growl-
ed the disguised chief, 81 think you
had better right about facei'
How to ruin son.-1. Let him
have his own way. 2. Allow him
free use of money 8. Suffer him to
roam where he pleases on the Sab
bath. 4. Give him full access to
wicked companions. 5. Call him to
no account of his evenings. 6. Fur
nish him with no stated employment.
have observed that in comedies
the best actor plays the droll. while
seme scrub rogue is made the fine
gentleman or hero. Thus it is in
the farce of life; wise men spend
their time in mirth, tits only fools
who are serious.
A new style of obituary item
brief, but to the point-has been in
vented, thrs: John Smith of New
York, revolver So. Jinkins of
Philadelphia, third story window"
"Ann Jones of New Jersey, lauda-
mum" William Brown. necktie par
ty."
"I keep the best bread" said a.
certain baker to poor fellow who
complained of the inferior quality of
the article he had purchased. 81
don't doubt it, replied the customer.
f'Then why do you complaint" asked
the baker. Because I would sug-
gest that you sell the best bread and
keep the bad, was the reply.
Bruton, the singer, once travelling
on coach through Lincolnshire,
stopped while they changed horses
at a town called Crowland. At this
place is curious old triangular
bridge, and near to it stands worn
out statue of a human figure. Bru-