The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-09-28

Stephen Girard, With millions ghtteripg in his
Golfers, sal 50 live the life OF galley slave.
When 1 rise In the morning my one effort is to
work SO hard that can sleep when it gets to
be night Horace Greeley, the first journalist
OF his day, a short time before his death speaks
OF the sadness OF his hea-t in a letter OF conf
dental friendship: ave have been terribly
beaten. / was the worst beaten man who ever
ran for the high Office, Anil have been as
sailed so bitterly that hardly know whether /
was running for president or the penitentiary,
In the darkest hour my long suh ering wife left
me, none too soon, for she suffered too deeply
and too long. land her in the ground with
hard, dry eyes. / cannot see before nae. /
have slept little for weeks, and my eyes are
still hard to close, while they soon open again.
What sadness is here revealed Think not
that you are tine only one in trouble
8. But Paul's ndomitablo will and persever-
ance enabled hum to continue spite OF oppo-
sition. "But none OF these things moved me-"
They troubled him, they worried HIM, they
hindered HIM, but they did not cause him to
give up the faith.
man at night finds himself lost in the
northern woods. Away in the distance be sees
the FAINT glimmerings OF some camp fire. lie
starts for that camp. Here he meets marsh
he turns out and goes around it, but as soon
as possible starts directly for the light again
Now he comes to river which, IN ord er to
ford he must go mile out OF his way but as
soon as he can he takes the direct route for the
camp. When he gets there he can tell the men
that he came to a marsh and river that him
dered him, threw him out OF his course for
time, but none of these things caused him to
give up reaching the camp.
In one OF the battles OF the Revolutionary
war the six sons OF a father were shot down
before his eyes. AS boy after boy fell, the
father shouted: "Close up the ranks, my
boys,-let US save the flag When the last
boy went down riddled with bullets, tho father
repeated his battle-cry and never stood more
erect walked with step more heroic. In one
sense these things moved him. for his face
turned deathly pale and his whole frame ahook
with agitation, but IN another sense none of
these things moved him, for his utterlnca still
was, though in voice subdued LET US save
the flag
While the recent riot in Pttsburg was a, its
height telegraph operator, mere bog, Au-
gust Doudel, was shut up in one OF tho railroad
Offices. He was urged to leave, but refused.
He continued to send message after message.
The yelling OF the mob, the discharge OF guns,
the cracking Of the flames in tho immediate
Vicinity, did not drive HIM from hs poat, lie
SAID he would work until the wires were severed
or that building itself were fired. BY and by
he hears the flames over his head With
laugh, he sends the last message " Fires too
hot good night" With this he makes good
his escape.
! Blessed ID that person who can say Of trouble
in all it's forms, these things may hinder me,
they may worry me- but by the grace OF God
they shall not move me from my hope OF
Heaven.
g. Paul loved the work Of the ministry
Neither cornt my life dear unto myself that
/ might finish my course with joy and the
ministry which have received of the Lord
Only he who loves his work can be really sue
cessful in it. remember that when l was
boy working on farm / would count the hours.
| We would go into the field at about seven in
the morning, and would watch tine sun. 1t
seemed that the days OF Joshua had returned
and the sun stood still. Wednesday night /
would say one-half of the week is gone. Sun
day night 1 would go to bed with the blues,
thinking that the whole week was now before
me. With such distaste for that kind OF work.
never could have made very successful
farmer.
Here is lady who cares nothing about read
ing; she has no taste for books or papers, -
she likes house-work. That lady ought not to
teach school but to do house-work. Here is
another lady OF literary taste she is never
content without book or paper In her hand -
she regards housework as drudgery. 1t would
be better for this lady, and probably better for
the house. If she would always teach school |!
The school teacher who has no real love for
her work, but merely asks. How little can do
and still keep the directors from turning me
out OF school, how little can do and yet draw
my pay, will never make successful teacher.
The physician whose sole ambition is to collect
his bills, who has no higher ambition than to
get his pay, will never stand at the head Of his
profession. The preacher who says, How little
study can i put on my sermons and yet keep
the congregation from grumbling, aud still get
my pay, has already reached the height OF his
influence and usefulness. II his sole ambition
is to get the money that the church has prom
sed him, he will frequently find his ambition
ungratified
Some wealthy men Of Europe one time VS.
;ted an obscure artist and told him that they
wanted grand painting for one OF their I'M
posinr cathedrals. They said to him, You
paint it this wsy and we will give you fortune
The artist studied the question for some time
and said: "I can paint it that way, but the
work would be all mechanical. 1t is not my
idea of what the painting should be. would
be acting lie merely for money" The ricn
men went their way The artist executed his
work. but not as they directed. The whole
painting did not receive tint or shade 'na'
did not accord with his ideal. Whatever his
soul prompted he placed upon the canvas
Not /. touch Of the brush WAS made merely for
the money. He was true to himself. The rich
man returned and paid him only in coppers