The Worthington advance., 1880-09-09
"Die. nv son2'' said bis mother.

"Die. my sou1 :" said his mother.
"Yes d remorsel" he replied. II
cannot live. I thank Heaven, which has
allowed me to return home before !
made an end Of life. Above all, I bless
Heaven that I can read my con . lesson,
and that he II old enough and intelligent
enough to comprehend me-"
They gathered about him, his brother
Gurth playing lightly with the stick
which had accompanied Vindor in his
wanderings, while his father, his sister
Elsay aud his youngest brother Edwy
drew near.
"Where is my son ?" he asked
His mother, U1faa, who had not the
courage to look her dying and favorite
son in the face, and who was standing
behind the bed, made sign, and Borsa,
Gurth's wife, led the bright little fellow
forward.
Then thus spoke Vindor my son,
never seek to be revenged upon your
enemy. Leave him to himself. A1bad
men suffer, and by killing them you will
relieve them from their suffering. But
that is not the danger. The desire for
revenge kills You yourself. I am dying,
first, by reason Of my hate toward Sir
Roland de Bois; and, in the second
place, because my remorse is 80 great
in having killed good man."
All started.
"What do I hear p asked his mother.
You have, in your blind vengeance,
killed human being?"
"Ay, mother! Sir Roland had q
cousin OF the same name, and much like
him in appearance-though unlike him
in character-for he was good man. I
followed Sir Roland for years, wearing
out my life, and, only a month since, in
the twilight, mistook one for the 9TH
er, and killed one of the few Norman
gentlemen who have been kind and Just
in their dealings with us Saxons."
Heaven forgive thee !" said Vindor's
father.
"And now, my son." continued the
victim OF his own desire for vengeance,
II am come home to die Do not for
get what I say. Forgive! Do not bear
vengeance, and be good man. Come
to me, "he added, stretching out his hand.
The child held out his left hand, and
approached his father.
Rememberp he said !; and then
quietly his head fell back.
He was dead.
Chinese Conharlness.
In a letter from Soo-chow, China,
Rev. H. @. Du Bose gives some ANUS
ing examples Of Chinese contrariness
Do-Seen-San, will you let me ask if
any member Of your family is dead ?"
was the question when I came out in q
suit of linen last summer. Black with
us is mourning, and they have the op-
posite color. In foreign lands green and
blue, brown and red silks are for ladies {;
here gentleman may have q red bon
net, q black satin jacket, blue silk
robe, green trousers, and embroidered
shoes. Our shoe-soles are black, q
Chinaman's white. Your run your arms
in the sleeves and then draw on yo:-r
coat, our friends first put on the gar
ment and then run their arms in. We
wear hats in summer and John goes
bareheaded We take of our hats in th
house, and he keeps it on as o mark ~
respect.
You go to see friend, and in the cor
ners of his reception hall stand two big
black coffins; you shudder, but he looks
with smile upon the big red character,
"happiness," stamped upon them. To
take this method Of being dutiful son,
you think, suits the country where the
magnetic needle points to the south.
"Good morning, MI. John Smith, " and
you grasp his friendly hand. While
you are speaking, up walks Celestia
friend, "Smith John Mister, have you
eaten rice," and shakes his own two
hands at him. What if men fly kites
and boys look on, and boys play with
you look at it. If q man wants to eat
his dessert Of candy and watermelon
seeds first, and then rice and green's,
why it is only matter Of taste To To-
cate knowledge in the brain will do for
foreigners who have only twenty-six let
tiers, but they keep these 10000 charac-
ters which Confucius made in the "do-
bee," or large central portion of the
body. For certain maladies physi-
clan prescribes vermifuge; here the fe-
male dentist cures toothache by extract
ing worms from the teeth.
In America, lightning kills; in China,
thunder. You pat a friend on the
shoulder; here it means calling man
a thief. That little girl in Sunday school
with blue eyes and golden curls-it is
no use to say what you think. This
black-haired race think her eyes are
white and hair uncombed. How merry
a dining with the gentlemen and ladies'
at separate tables in different rooms {!
Our streets are filed with pack-mules
and drays; in the middle kingdom
"men are beasts Of burden" You know
you have never seen q city, for city
cannot be city without city wall.