The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-07-01
TRUTHS AND TRIPLES.
GOOD striving
Brings thriving.
Better O dog who works
Than a lion who shirks.


A NEwsBoY, seated on the post-Office
steps, counted his pennies over and re-
marked: "Seventeen cents in all. That's
five for the circus, three for peanuts,
four for sinking fund, four l owe to
Jack, and there's one left to support
widowed mother on until Saturday
night"
The Ohio Farmer says: A man who
has lived all his life on farm stands but
very little chance to compete successfully
with men who have been educated and
trained for speculative pursuits. If you
have a good farm keep it, improve it,
adorn it, be proud of It, hand it down
to your children; the best inheritance,
with a good name and education, that
you could leave them.
AN old Highlander, rather fond of his
toddy, was ordered by his physician,
during temporary illness, not to exceed
one ounce of spirits daily. The old gen.
tleman was dubious about the amount,
and asked his son, school boy, how
much an ounce was. "Sixteen drams,"
was the reply. "Sixteen drains! An
excellent doctorw replied the High
lander. "Run and tell Donald McTavish
and big John to come down the NIGHT"
How softly on the bruised heart
word Of kindness falls,
And to the dry and parched soul
The moist'ning tear-drop calls?
Oh! If they knew who walked the earth,
The power a word of kindness hath,
IT were paradise again.
THIS is passage from Boston re-
pOrter's account of meeting Of the
Radical Club: Then maiden made for
kisses, in the loveliest of dresses, and
with eyes that shone more brightly than
the diamonds that she wore, spoke in
tones of lute-like sweetness, words of such
exceeding fitness, phrases of such happy
neatness, that we clapped our hands for
more, as with grace she left the floor.
TWAS in a restaurant we met still
recall the glance she gave, and how en-
thralled l was, as if that glance had
made my soul her slave. How quick she
turned and deeply blushed, as if she
would avoid my eye; and hung her head,
and went to work upon plate of chick
en-pie. How more and more composed
she grew, it was my duty sad to note,
until, with such dispatch she ate, a
chicken-bone stuck in her throat. How,
then, she started, choked, and gagged,
never, never, can forget, and dropped
her teeth-I think they were at least
fifty dollar set. So paled my hopes as
pales the light that fancy lends her fairy
scenes-she grabbed her ivories up and
fled, and l resumed my pork and beans.
A SINGULAR coincidence occurred last
week on one of the last days of the sick
ness of young lady named Agnes Led
gcrwOod, in the town of Putnam. She
expressed desire for a boiled partridge;
but her friends, knowing it was almost
impossible to procure one at this season
of the year, endeavored to persuade her
out of the notion by offering to obtain
squirrel. This idea did not seem to suit
her, as her appetite craved the partridge
alone; and, strange to say, during the
same day partridge flew against the
house, and becoming disabled was readily
caught and cooked for the dying girl.
1t was about the last of earthly gratifica-
tions she was permitted to enjoy, as she
soon after expired.