The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-10-21
TRUTHS AND TRIPLES.

AUTHORS meet to be read-Hogg,
Bacon, and Lamb.
SHE who feeds red-nosed tramp at
the kitchen door is in no great danger of
entertaining an angel unawares.
The gentleman who loved his wife 30
much that he could eat her has, out of
consideration for his digestive organs,
beaten her to a jelly.
THERE is no nobility like that of
true heart; for such never stO0ps to ar
tifce, nor is wanting in good offices when
they are seasonable.
The man who can coolly and deliber-
red lObster-has no business to find fault
With flies in his tea or a hair in hi
butter.
SOMEBODY who writes truthfully and
POLITICALLY says: can angel without
money is not thought 80 much of now
adays as a devil with bag full of
guineas."
A GIFT-its kind, value, and appear
ance; the silence or pomp that attends
it; the style in which it reaches you
may decide the dignity or vulgarity of
the giver. s.t
A WILDERNESS of uncertainty seems
to environ the man who staggers over
peachskin and catches himself on his
heels five or six times before striking the
pavement.
"SAYp said the city youth to the
modest countryman, "got the hay-seed
out O. your hair yetY' "Wall," was the
deliberate reply, 81 jedge not from the
way the calves run arter me-"
IT would do your heart good to see
how a Detroit girl will rally from
broken engagement and slide up to
another feller. 1t takes seven failures to
make her look sad around the mouth,
and then her pluck has only begun to
weaken trifle.
ON tawny hills in faded splendor drest,
OF rusty purple and of tarnished gold,
Now like some Eastern monarch sad and Old.
| The discrowned Summer lieth down to rest
| A mournful mist hangs DER the mellow plain,
Ger watery meads that slide down pine-clad
And wine-red woods where song no more delights
| But only wounded birds cry out in pain.
| A pallid glory fingers In the sky,
| Faint scents of wildwood flowers hoat In the air,
All natures voices murmur in despair -,
4" Was summer crowned SO late-so soon to die"
But, with royal smile, she whispers Cease
| III
ALWAYS show sunny face to one
with whom you may have had "spat."
Laugh your hardest when he can hear,
sing your liveliest when he is by. These
things make him believe you are most
happy, when he would much rather
think you are most miserable.
A WESTERN editor, thinking to stock
his depleted larder, advertised, "Poultry
taken in exchange for advertising" The
villainous compOsitor, seeing his oppor-
tunity to pay up long standing grudge,
set it up, "Poetry taken in exchange for
advertising;" and since that time the
office boy has been clearing fifty cents
day from the waste-pap man.
WHEN the fire in my fevered pulses shall have
burned to loveless ashes,
And the day gone out fOrever and the stars for the
wish you would lay me yOnder, where the orchard
As they used in the royal olden that the waves OF
May deiuge my couch with beauty in the ringing
That s@mer @ as % pearls, low dropping, on maidens
Through the clouds Of woven azure that over Its
And the bobolink lightly swinging 'mong the blush
ing boughs and singing
The strains that my heart would gladden., IL IL had
not grown too weary -
Of the aimless trick Of throbbing and so from the
world went hiding
WHAT is this world? A dream within
dream. AS we grow older, each step
has an inward awakening. The youth
awakes, as he thinks, from childhood
: the fuli-grown man despises the pursuits
of youth as visionary-the old man
looks on manhood as feverish dream.
Is death the last sleepH Not is the last
final awakening.
) A TALL Westerner, standing six feet
, three inches in his stockings, was sud
/ denly attacked with symptoms of ssver
, Having violent pain in his head, his
wife, to afford him relief, was about to
apply draughts to his feet, when he
asked, "What are you putting them on
, my feet for2 "Why," said she, to try
; and draw the pain out of your head
: "The Deuce" said he. 81 would rather
have it stay where it is than be drawn the
, whole length OF me-"