Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1878-07-02
From the New York Heral
Chat by the Way.


to practice the few truths he preaches.-
1t is Young who says:
The dispute about religion
And the practice of it seldom go together.
What a beautiful thought this OF Millions is =
He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.
It will work no harm to you if you
The glorious sun shines on many dirty
spot and doesn't feel that he has in any
way injured himself thereby.
Some people are always putting their
duties off. They are 'just going to" all
their days, but the last day comes and
nothing is done. Lavator says: He
who prorogues the honesty of to-day till
tomorrow will probably prorogue his
to-morrows to eternity"
Cowper wrote for his own age, doubt
less, but his lines are sad criticism of
our own days.
But the age of virtuous politics is past
And we are deep in that of cold pretence;
Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere,
And we too wise to trust them.
The worst slave in the world is the
man who is ever and anon controlled by
hot temper. He can undo the work
of years in a minute when under his
cruel master, or do what years OF regret
cannot erase.
If you wish to preserve continual har-
mony in your family the great secret
lies in being sometimes blind to things
YOU do not care to see and deaf to things
you do not care to hear.
If you are bent on getting into quar-
rel you will not have to search long for
an opportunity. There is proverb
which runs, ''who wants to beat a dog
soon finds stick"
Work is necessary to success. Even
if it should be your good fortune to have
it rain pottage you would have to hold
out your dish or go empty.
We believe it was DR.. Hall, of medi-
cal fame, who told tattler that the only
way to keep from catching cold was to
keep her mouth shut. There are people
who sometimes never open their mouths
without, as the Hibernian said, putting
their foot in it.
The things which people are willing
to give us are the things we do not want
When Lincoln was sick with the small
poX he said to his attendant, "Send up
the office-seekers. At last I've got some
thing for each one of them"
If we could all sleep as the celebrated
Quin could how many evils We might
avoid. HE who sleeps Dimes" says
Dumas. Nobody is hungry Or worried
whilst asleep. If we couIdaonly pick
out certain experiences of life and SLEEP
through them we should be happy but
somehow the worse the luck the widen
open the eyes keep. Not SO Quin. He
said to his servant John, what sort
of a morning is it? "A regular rainy
day, sir.n "Are there any mulIet IL, the
market, John ?" mo, sir, the season
has not arrived" Then, lauguidly turn.
ing over on his other side, he whispered
"Then, John, cali me this time to NOR.
row morning." and was gone.
II was very artless, certainly, in the
young girl, and very truthful also.
Mary" said her critical parent, who fol
some reason objected to cosmetics, ''why
do you use paint ?" She archly replied
to her paternal relative, who happened
to be musician. "Wcll, father, for the
same reason that you use rosin-to help
me draw my beau"
We have never known but one in
stance of the value of habitual falsehOod.
1t was when acriminal pleaded guilty"
and when the jury, who were instructed
to bring in a corresponding verdict, after
hours of deliberation brought in ii YER
diet of not guilty, on the ground that
the prisoner was such an arrant liar that
he couldn't be believed even when he
told the truth.
1t is Scotchman who has won the
palm for wit in connection with the
monograph. The gender of the in wen
ton has been a source of trouble. Ac-
cording to the logic of the student used
on another oecasion-it ought to be
neuter, because it is certainly neuter
most Of us, but the Scotchman insists
that it is feminine, because it repeats ev-
erything that is said to it.
There is certain corner in our heart
in which we cherish deep sympathy
for the little boy who was told that he
must not go into the water on Sunday
with his playfellows, and who said in
reply :-"I don't want to go in swim
min with 'em, ma; only want to 20
and see some of the bad little boys drown
for goin' in swimmin' OH Sunday; that's
all.n
The Rev. Plato Johnson has been de-
livering sermon on the bottom facts of
religion. 1t is a little difficult to report
him, because stenography was not in
vented in the interest OF bad spelling,
but for the sake of the homely truths he
utters we have done our best. His con-
a sea of upturned black faces,
makes one feel as though threatening
thunder cloud had settled down on the
which no doubt help to stimulate his
eloauence, show the estimation in which
the good man is held. He said in part:
-"Bruddern, de lub OBJ de Lord am a
wonderful ting. Nobody would tink
dat pore ole darky's life was wuff much
but de Scripter says dat de
fust shall be last aud vi ce worsy, and
dat is de chief hold we hab; for 'clude
from dat sayin' dat de cullud pussion
wot shines boots an charges only de
reglar price has tol BILE show fur de neX'
world, though he haint much OBJ a
chance here. From a 'ligiOus pint of
view its jest as 'portant TO shine boots
we'll as to run a fust class sawmill. De
Lord he nebber axes you wat you ben
doin', but how you ben dom it, An
wen you get to de Judgment day, some
oh you pore washerwoman, Who wasn't
mean bout de starch, but put plenty oh
it in de clothes, will be a hutterin' Ob
yer wings up in paradise, vile de wife
man wat made ye wait fur yer mummy
will be a lookin' an lookin' fura shady
spot, am washin' dat he had 4 bit oh
ice. You know wat Use thinkin' jest
1T dis time? Use thinkin' dat some o5
lees wife folks wat 'magines dat dey'il
hab fodder bed in de mex world, an
free or four angels to keep de flies off,
will fin wen dey's lookin' roun' fur dere
reserved seat in glory dat dey's got a
,inder in dere eye, and can't see i'll
How'll you feel, wife man. wen yo fin
7o'self 'mongst big crowd of ornary
olks way up in de family circle, vile
ONE pore darby, who did yore chores
ike honest man, is Quoted by de heb
,enly ushers to orchestra seat, right
lown clus to de mewsic? An how'll
you feel, brudder, when dose angels says
o you, 'Taint no matter wat color you
re, we names been called. an wese
ERECTED to show you a seat on de plat
Orm? Yer ole black faces II shine like
lie moon, am yo'll feel like strikin' out
vid de bubble shuttle right on de golden