The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-02-13

moment u~nbearable; yet il there is no
thing else TO satisfy our hunger we
take another bite, and find 1t possible 10
40 on George Eliot !,
Do O think ! ana fool ? a violent
man asked the late Rev. DR.. Bethnne.
Really, replied the doctor, / would not
have ventured the assertion, but now
that you ask my opinion, Imust say
that | an not prepared to deny it.
WHEN Sydney Smith had gravely
listened to the details Of q man dogs
course through the streets Of London
how he frightened a bishop. and wal at
length dispatched with dif~iculty-the
clerical wit remarked that he should
like to hear the dogs side of the story.
IT rs q good investment to have good
nature, and so much of it that you ex-
hale it, as flowers do their odors for
YOU do not know who will take the
comfort of it, though there may be
hundreds and thousands that you nevc
heard of who will be recipients of the
blessed influence of your disposition
Beecher
JONES had worried Smith with con.
undrums very often, and now it was
Smiths turn. Guess what / did last
night? said Smith. Jones thought OF
various and sundry improbable things,
suggested tho making Of a speech, the
doing of n kindness, the getting him
self into the lookup, and finally gave
up the conundrum in despair. Well,
said Smith in a triumphant tone, Islept.
HERrDAN agreed with. Walker that the
pronunciation OF wind should be wynd,
but insisted, contrary to Walker, that
gold should be goold. Sheridan tells
us that Swift used to ieer those who
pronounced wind with q short i, by say
ing, / have a great mind to flnn'd why
you pronounce it wind. An illiberal
critic retorted this upon Sheridan by
saying, if | may be so boold, / should
be glad to be todd why you pronounce
it goold.
Nor over 80 miles east of Auburn, on
the line Of the Central Pacific railroad,
| there lives u man whose sense of hear
ing is not very acute, as will appear
from tho following He was hunting
for game about n mile distant from his
residence, when a grouse flew up and
lit on n tree on tho hillside; and tho
same moment a travler approached and
inquired tho distance to the next station.
Deaf man (pointing)-He flew right up
| there. Traveler-How far is it to the
next station? Deaf Mantle lit right
| up there. Traveler--Youm must boa d-n
fool. Deaf man-Yes, there is a great
many around this time of the year.
IT is not the great matters, the
supreme joys. which fasten upon the
human heart with such force, but the
small interests and pleasures-the I'M
noticeable violets-from which the
departure is 80 painful. When some
pitiless fate has grasped with iron
hand tho fortune of n whole life, n
heroic will stands up in a mans breast,
and cries in calmdefiance, "Take it then /;
i can live my life without it !" and then
n noble self-respect ~over-masters the
pain of berenvment, and we stand firmly
and proudly among tho ruins of our
hopes. But when fate seizes upon one
great expectancy after another, takes
one flower after another from onr lives,
and color after color fades out of the
picture of our day, till ut last it lies
before us cold and gray--then n name
less sorrow comes upon them, anand
he feels his heart shaken within him.