The Osceola times., 1875-11-20
NUMBER 80.
PARAGRAPHS OF THE PERIOD.

Two children were making most OF the day
| In the sand their castles building,
/ While out in the harbor the sunset gold
| Was every vessel gliding.
But the sea came over the castles dear;
And the charm of sunset faded;
| Oh, after labor is lost, may we
Go happily home as they did.
| For we Guild and build in different way,
| Till our heads are wise and hoary;
| But after il all the sun goes down,
| And the sea-'tis a common story.
| --Atid,aic Monthly.
A wit once asked peasant what part
he performed in the great drama OF
life, Il mind my own business was
the reply.
"You appear in new role, don't
you, old fellow" was what the imper-
tinent young man remarked as he dug
cockroach out of his fresh bread at
the breakfast table. a roseate flush
permeated the landlady's pallid cheek.
In the list of English pensions paid
last year there is an item of f32 still
paid to persons who suffered by the re-
bellion in Ireland in 1898, fl0 paid
to a sevant of King Gearge ILL.,; 1853
paid to servants of Queen Charlotte,
andf60 paid to servants of Queen
Caroline.
A Chicago woman cured her hus-
band of staying out late at night by go
ing to the door when he came home and
whispering through the keyhole; SIS
that you, Willie?" Her husbands
name is John, and he stays at home
every night now and sleeps with one eye
open and a revolver under his pillow.
Here is self-evident truth from the
Baltimore American; An American
citizen ought at all times consider that
casting vote on election day is not
merely right or privilege which he
may exercise or not Mt his pleasure or
convenience, but that it is also duty
of the most imperative nature.
Two seas amidst the night,
In the moonshine roll and sparkle,
| Now spread in the silver light,
Now sadden, and wall, and darklc.
| The one has a billowy motion,
| And from land to land il CLEANS;
The other is sleeps wide ocean,
And the glimmering waves are dreams
| The one, with murmur and roar,
| Bears fleets round coast and iset;
| The other, without shore,
Ne'er knew the track of apilot.
Either man must be content
with poverty all his life, or else he
willing to deny himself some luxuries
and save, to lay .the base of lndepend-
ence in the future. But if a man
defes the future, and spends all he
earns (whether his earnings be one
dollar or ten dollars every day)let him
look for lean and hungry want at some
future time-for it will surely come, no
matter what he thinks.
An old lady who has travelled
much says that the employees on west
ern railroads are much more polite
than those in the east. At the east
conductors are usually the pets of some
director or officer of the road who re-
cognize no obligation to the public.
At the west are found men who have
gained their position by actual merit
and promotion. They don't swell
about with fine clothes and heavy
iewelry but understand their business
and the courteous treatment due to
ALL
| IF might do one deed of good,
One little deed before | die,
| Or think one noble thought, that should
Hereafter not forgotten lie,
| would not murmur, though must
| BE lost in deaths unnumbered dust.
That himsy wing that watts the seed
| Upon the careless wind TO earth,
| OF It's short life has only need
| To find the germ fit place for birth;
| For one swift moment of delight
| 1t whirls then withers out Of sight
| f. W. BourdMon.
English physicians are in the habit
of sending patients to Italy, to get the
benefit of the climate and drink asses
milk. In order to secure the purity of
the milk, the asses are ordered each
day to the patients door, where the
milking is done under his own eye or
that of servant or friend. Atraveler,
writing of this custom, says that the
ass-milkers in the Italian towns usually
carry bladder of lukewarm water
under their cloaks, kept upto the heat of
the body under the armpits, the con-
tents of which they furtively infuse in
the face of the domestics, who never slls-
pect the trick. Thus are poor patients,
when given up by the faculty and sent
to languish under an Italian sun, and
die, turned over to the tender mercies
of tricksters, generally the associates or
creatures of cheating hotelkeepers.'
AUTUMN RoNDEL.-
From spring to fall the year makes merry,
With days to days that chant and call
With hopes to crown and fears to bury
With crowns of flowers, and flowers for
pail,
With bloom, and song, and bird, and berry,
That fill the months with festival,
From spring to fall.
Who knows if ever skies were drearv
With shower and cloud and waterfal'
While yet the worlds good heart is CHEEKY
Who knows il rains will ever brawl?
The storm thinks long, the winds wax weary,
Till winter comes to wind up all
From spring to fall
WEDDING journeys, like the practice