The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1876-01-27
FACTS AND FANCIEs.


Good manners are a part of good
morals WhdteLg.
I'm yard wide and all weol, F" is the
Kentucky way of describing high state
of hilarity.
What with stocking-darneTs, knitting
and sewing machines, apple-parers, wash
ers and wringers, woman as a necessity Is
fading from the face of the earth.
Mary had little lamp,
Twas filed with kerosene;
Mary down the chimney blew,
And vanished from the scene.
Did the lawyers of this country
ever stop to think that when Brigham
Young dies there will be the biggest con-
tested will case on record2
Truth has her pleasure-grounds, her haunt
of ease
And easy contemplation-gay parterres
And labyrinthine walks, her sunny glades
And shady groves, for recreation framed.
-SPEAKING truth is like writing fair,
and comes only by practice it is less
matter of will than of habit; and l
doubt if any occasion can be trivial which
permits the practice and formation Of
such habit.-RuSkiR.
in Newark, the other day, a fashion
able mother said TO the family physician,
in the presence of her three giggling,
frivolous daughters Doctor, how can
we improve our girls 90 +" By improving
the mothers" was the gruf reply.
o, hearts of lOvel o, souls that turn
Like sunfOwers, to the pure and best,
To you the truth is manifest!
For they the mind of Christ discern
Who lean, like John, upon his breast.
An old veteran was relating his ex-
ploiIs to crowd of boys, and mentioned
being in five engagements. That's
nothing" broke in a sharp little fellow.
My sister Agnes has been engaged
more'n eleven times.
my dear" said a Cincinnati packer
to his daughter, "a regular MurillO
painting has been discovered in our
city" CTS it water color, PAT" "NO,
my dear, it's a real hogs oil painting"
And the young lady screamed, ooh,
Lardp'
CAS- to being conficted with the
gout," said Mrs. Darlington, "high liv-
ing don't bring it on. It is iincoherent
in some families, and is handed down
from father to son. Mr.. Hammer, poor
soul, disinherits it from his wife's grand
mother"
Rosebud, dainty and fair 20 see,
Flower of all the world TO me,
Come this way your dancing feet
Say, how much do you love me, sweet?
Red little mouth drawn gravely down,
White brow wearing puzzled frowu,
Wise little baby Rose is she,
Trying to measure her love for me-
al love you all, the day and the night,
All the dark and the sunshine bright,
All the candy in every store,
All the dollars, and more and more,
Over the tops of the mountains high,
All the world, Way up to the sky"
-"Closing places where games of
chance are played IS hardly the effective
wav to put It. The majority might
escape under the plea that there's no
chance at all, for the outsider. There's
nice technicality for a rising young
COW lawyer.
A BRIGHTON lady, riding on the cars
the other day, was amused by the ques-
tion Of q little girl, who, hearing the
conductor cry the stations, looked up
into her mothers face and innOcentiy
asked: "Say, mamma, do we get out at
the next holler PSI. Louis Replbiioa'a.
The following sonnet (says the Scots
mani has been written by the Poet Lau-
reate for a new work published by
Boston firm, entitled Laurel Leaves"
There are three things that fill my heart with
sighs,
And steep my soul in laughter when view
Fair maiden forms moving like melodiesI-
Dimples, rose lips, and eyes Of any hue,
There are three things beneath the BLESSED
skies
For which live-black eyes, and brown,
and blue;
hold them all most dear-but oh black eyes!
live and die, and only die for you.
OF late such eyes looked at melville mused
At sunset underneath a shadcwy plane
In old BayOnne, nigh the Southern Sea
From half-Open lattice looked at me.
I saw no more, only those eyes confused
And dazzled to the heart with glorious pain.