The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-11-18
TRUTHS AND TRIPLES.

No man knows how to appreciate life
and health until he has had boil.
EVERYTHING that tends to emancipate
us from external restraint without add
ing to our own power of selfgovernment
is mischievous.
WHEN all is summed up, man never
speaks of himself without loss; his ac-
cusations of himself are always believed,
his praises never.
The most civilized are as near to bar
barism as the most polished steel lis to
rust. Nations, like metals, have only
superficial brilliancy.
IT is said that there are not so many
whips sold as there were ten years ago.
And this is explained by the fact that
more drivers use fence picket to en-
courage their horses than formerly.
WHEN all is thought and said
The heart still overrules the head;
Still what we hope we must believe
And what is given us receive
Must still believe, for still we hope
That in world OF larger scope,
What here is faithfully begun
VIII be completed, not undone.
"CAN you spell the word saloon ?"
was asked of cockney. Certainly"
said the Londoner, with look of
triumph. "There's hess, and hay,
and hell, and two hoes, and hen."
IF the memory is more flexible in
childhood, it is more tenacious in mature
age; if childhood has sometimes the
memory of words, old age has that of
things, which impress themselves &C.
cording to the clearness of the concep-
ton of the thought which we wish to
retain.
THERE is in the moral straits current
from right to wrong, but no rehux from
wrong to right; for which destination
we must hoist our sails and ply our oars
incessantly, or night and the tempest
will overtake us, and we shall shrek out
in vain from the billows, and irrecovera-
bly, sink.
If the world were intended for house
of mourning, every flower would be
painted black; everys bird would be a
crow or blackbird everybody would
be born q negro the ocean would be
one vast ink.pot-a black veil would be
drawn over the face of the heaven, and
an everlasting string of Grape hung
about the borders of creation.
IL one had watched prisoner many year,
Standing behind barred window pane
Fettered with heavy handcuf and with chain,
And looking on the blue sky far and clear
And suddenly some morning he should hear
The man had In the night contriyed to gain
His freedom ana was safe, would this bring pain
Ali would 1t not TO the dullest heart appear
Good tidings?
Yesterday looked on one
Who lay as II asleep in perfect peace;
His long imprisonment for life was done;
Eternity's great freedom his release
Had brought Yet they who loved him, called him
And wept, refusing to be comforted. ..,I.,
= Independent.
MASTER" said an old Scotch SER
want, whether ist guide manners, when
a gentleman gies ye glass of whusky,
to tax drap or drink aft the haill o't?'
The master having, in homely Scotch
phrase, judiciously replied to this poser
that the courtesy consisted in imbibing
the whole, the man exclaimed, with a
sigh of relief: Then, Guide be thankit,
was mannerlyp
The following singular epitaph appears
on tombstone in the southern part of
England "To the memory of Tabitha,
wife of Moses Skinner, gentlemanly editor
of The Ton,bone,a "a kind mother and exem-
plary wife. Terms, two dollars a year, in
variably in advance. Office, over Cole
mans grocery, up two flights. Knock
hard. I'VE shall miss thee, mother
Job printing solicited" We don't know
of any way man could advertise him
self better-that is to say, any more.
JAKE BRADIsH went into STEERS sa-
loon the other day, and called for a
cigar. He placed the cigar ON the
counter and began viewing it from vari-
Gus points. "Vas ish der madder ?'' in
quired the keeper. Z" Nothing" said
Bradish "only / was thinking that l
don't care 80 much for smoke just now
as do for drink. Will you take this
cigar for drink T' he inquired. "Zer-
tainly," said Sitter, as he passed out the
decanter. Jake poisoned himself, turned
on his heel, and was walking away when
the keeper called out 81 zay, Shake,
you tidn't bay me for dot trink" p" Why,
yes did," he replied, "l gave you the
cigar for it," =, Sitter was in doubt for a
moment, and as Jake's hand was on the
latch, he yelled, "Yaw, but you tidn't
bay me for de cigarp' "Well, you don't
suppose Pm fool enough to pay you for
the cigar and let you keep it, do you"
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