The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-12-02
TRUTHS AND TRIPLES.

dust few days ago on bet. An intel
ligent physician who was called in, told
him that he would have pain in his lum-
bar region if he stuck to such board as
that.
HEALTH, wealth and religion are the
three grand duties of life. The rigid
persistency tn which the second duty
is sought to be performed usually leaves
but little time for the performance of
the other two.
If the Brooklyn Argus had never been
established such blasphemy as this would
never have been dreamed of: 1t has been
asserted, and never contradicted, that no
observant boy can fasten his thoughts on
his Creator who sits opposite to cross
eyed woman in church.
HERS was face
Whose occult charm no limners art
Could steal whose nameless grace
Elusive was, as light that falls
Where waters part
face so fair
SO haunted with sweet mysteries,
1t seem'd a face astray from heavily scenes,
And not Of one who e'er
Had breakfasted on buckwheat cakes,
Or dined on beans.
Tom presented his bill to his neighbOr
you have made out a pretty round bill
here, eh ?" "Pm sensible it is a round
one" quoth Tom, "and have come for
the purpose of getting it squared"
The Divine Mind is the ocean from
which all truth originally springs, and
to which it ultimately returns. To trace
out the shores of that shoreless sea; 10
measure its measureless extent, and to
fathom its unfathomable depths, will be
the noble and joyous work of eternal
ages.
SINGERS wives and children-the for
mer spurious, but the latter undoubtedly
genuine-come fiocking into New York
by every train, each individual of them
bent on getting share Of that thirteen
million dollars. From present appear
ances an equal division of the money
wouldn't give them more than about one
dollar apiece.
WHEN the Norristown Herald man ar
CUES point he doesn't fool around any
thus: "Horace Greeley's advice to 60
west was a glaring swindle. The fact
that the Indians have been living west
all their lives and are still poor, with
scarcely enough clothes to hide their
nudity, proves this"
IT passes in the world for greatness of
mind to be perpetually giving and load
ing people with bounties, but it is one
thing to know how to give and another
thing to know how to keep. Give me a
heart that is easy and open, but l will
have no holes in it; it must be bountiful
with judgment, but l will have nothing
run out of it know not how.
LEANDER, my love-" remarked Mrs.
Spilkins reproachfully, as she opened the
front door about one o'clock in the morn
ing after the election and discovered her
liege lord outside fumbling for his night
key, Leander, my love, how late you've
returnedv' eyes, my love-" hiccough-
ed the incorrigible Spilkins, "but late
returns are in order tonight"
THE path of duty Is the way to glory;
lie that walks 1t, only thirsting
| For the right, and learns TO deaden
Love of self, before his journey closes
lie shall find the stubborn thistle bursting
| Into glossy purples which outredden
All voluptuous garden roses.
| The path Of duty is the way to glory;
| He that ever following her commands,
| On with toll OF heart and knees and hands,
Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won
His path upward, and prevailed,
L
| Are close upon the shining table lands,
| To which our God himself is moon and sun.
| -Tennyson.
NORWICH Bulletin: 1t seems that this
is going to be an easy winter for the poor.
There has been a decline in the price OF
back braids; new dollar stores are spring
ing up all over the land; the religious
papers are offering every encouragement
in the way of chromos, and an imitation
coral necklace can be bought for quar-.
ter. With the necessities of life thus
placed within her reach, no true hearted
woman will complain of the price oi
coal.
HARTFORD Post: We intended to print
to-day an original poem of ours called
Beautiful Snow" 1t begins as follows
"Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow,
/ Filling the earth and sky below"
and so on for five or six hundred verses
but, unfortunately for the public, the
editor-in-chief happened to learn of oul
intention, and as he casually remarked
while sharpening carving-knife tina
there wouldn't be any such - non
sense over our funeral as there has beer
over Guibord's, it occurred to us, that
after all, the public care very little 70
poetry unless 1t is from the pen of Geo
w. Childs.