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Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
TIME TO GET UP.

There is no doubt that if an instru-
ment could be invented to indicate the
various degrees or difficulty people ez-
perience in getting out of bed in the
morning, it would be graduated from
zero up to very high figure indeed.
Many persons know absolutely nothing
of any difficulty of the sort; they turn
out of bed with the alacrity of a bird,
glad even that it is time to get up;
while others have to fight battle more
or less severe the moment they open
their eyes every morning.
We purposely describe the difficulty
as that of getting out Of bed, because it
is to a very great extent mechanical
difficulty.
When man was once rallying ano-
ther on his weakness in this respect, he
said,
"Why don't you make up you mind
to it % The reply was, "Make up my
mind to do it oh, that is easy enough
| have done that hundred times; but
what l can't imagine is to make up my
body to it, 1t was a facetious way of
putting the matter, but it really did de-
scribe the main difficulty.
A person goes to bed with his mind
fully made up to rise in the morning at
the proper time, whenever that may be.
He knows very we'll he ought to do it,
and that it will be better for him if he
does do it. Entrenched in this Virtuous
resolution he falls asleep; but when he
wakes dull sense of lnertness weighs
him down, and if he stops to think about
getting up he finds that inclination has
usurped the place of reason, and that if
there is one thing under the sun more
ridiculous than another, it is the idea
of getting out of bed just then.
So powerless often is the resolution at
the waking hour. that we have heard of
a man whose determination to get up
was so decided that he contrived a ma
chine to pull the clothes off him at a
certain hour, actually getting out of bed
only to put them back and get IN again.
There must, of course, be an effort of
the will but it should be an instantane-
Gus effort, there should be no delibera-
tion on the propriety or otherwise of
getting up. no going over in our minds
the pros and cons of the question. Di-
rectly we begin to think we are almost
sure to lie abed, but when We refuse to
think we are much more likely to get
up.
And SO we give the advice to every
one who finds it very hard work to gel
up in the morning, but wants to master
the weakness is-make up your body to
it, and turn out instanter without a
moments parley.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
LIFE UNDER THE OCEAN WAVE.

AS every man carries within himself
an inner self, a hidden life, that casual
acquantances known nothing of, so the
ocean has within its bosom a life which
is never revealed except to long acquant-
ance and an almost loving familiarity.
It has life more multitudinous, quite
as wonderful, and not less beautiful
than that of the land. Its mountains
rise higher than Mont Blanc. It's val
leys and gorges are unequalled by those
of the Lebanon, the Pyrenees, or even
the Himalayas. 1t has great steppes
and immense plains, which rival those
of North America or Central Asia. It
has vast and illimitable forests which
the eye of man has never discerned, and
never shall, in their entirety-forests
that are fuller by far of busy life than
even the most prolific of the tropics.
1.-The terrestrial forests" says Charles
Darwin, 'do not contain anything like
the number Of animals that those of the
sea do" The surface of the waters,
which, ploughed by storms, are such a
source of dread to man, are the protection
of these children of the mother ocean,
At five hundred and fifty fathoms there
is perfectly uniform temperature, the
same in all latitudes. No cold pierces
this wonderful coverlet, no storm ever
disturbs the waters beneath. Here in
their hidden home, safe from the distur-
Dances of this upper life, are myriads
of creatures living marrying, dying
warning one upon the other organizing
into kingdoms, republics, families
working in every form of manufacture,
as spinners, weavers, architects, build
ers endowed with mysterious instincts
which are quite as wonderful In their
way as our higher reason, and bound
together by mysterious ties which we
are equally unable to comprehend OF
call in question.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
TEACH YOUR BOYS.

Teach them their elders and them
selves.
Teach them that to wear patched
clothes is no disgrace but to wear
black eye is.
Teach your boys that true lady may
be found in calico quite as frequently as
in velvet.
Teach them that one good, honest.
well mastered, is worth dozen beggarly
professions.
Teach them that a common school edu-
cation, with common sense, is far better
than college education without it.
Teach them that, as they expect to be
men some day, they cannot too soon
learn to protect the weak and helpless.
Teach them that it is better to be an
honest man seven days in the week than
to be religiousG) man one day and
william six days.
Teach them that God is no respecter
of sex, and that when He gave the sew
enth commandment He meant it for them
as we'll as for their sisters.
Teach them that by indulging their
depraved appetites in the worst forms of
dissipation they are not fitting them
selves to become the husbands of pure
girls.
Teach them that honesty is the best
policy that it is better to be poor than
to be rich on the profits of .Crooked
, Whisky" etc., and point your precept
by the example of those who are now
suffering the torment of the doom.
A resident of Grinnell, Iowa, writes
the Congregationalist as follows. Il am
SO often asked about the success of pro-
hibition in our town, that | wish to an
swer through your paper. 1t does sue
ceed-not so that no man is ever drunk
here-not SO that liquor is never surrep-
titiously sold but SO that it is per-
feet luxury for man accustomed to 9TH
er Western towns to live here.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
81 am in great scrape," as the nut
meg said to the crater.

al am in a great scrape," as the nut
meg said to the crater.
The man who couldn't find his
match" went to bed in the dark.
Some ladies use paint as fiddlers do
resin, to aid them in drawing beau.
I'm off when you talk of working"
as the cork said to the ginger pop.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy
says the poet. Yes, and our neighbors
lie about us when we grow up.
If you want eggs in Winter never
keep old hens. When a hen is three
years old sell her for Spring chicken.
What we're the worst results of the
civil war? cried an orator. Widows,
shouted Jones, who had married one.
1t was at the dinner of an Irish asso-
citation that the following toast was
given. Here's to the President of the
Society, Patrick O'Rafferty's; an may
he live to ate the chicken that scratches
over his grave"
In Irish sailor visited city where
he said they copper-bottomed the tops
of houses with sheet-lead. Perhaps it
was the same man who saw white
blackbird sitting on a wooden milestone
eating a green blackberry.
Two Irishmen were one day engaged
in roofing house, when one of them
lost hold and fell To the oround The
other hastened to him. and inquired
when he found him PROSTATE and still,
mickey. Mickey, are you dead ?" "No'
replied Mickey, mot dead, but spache.
less !"
"Oh, I'm just delighted with George, y
said soft-hearted maiden to an Older
and more matter-of-fact brother. "He's
just too sweet for anything The last
time he was here he was so full of fun
didn't you think so brother % "He
may have been full of fun, sister, but be
acted more to me as if he was full O.
beer" Tableau.
A darkey returning from church wai
asked to give an account of the sermon
"Well. sab, de sermon was upon de mir
acle ob de loaves and fishes. De minis
ter said dere was seven thousand loave,
and five thousand fishes divided between
de twelve apostles" well, what mir
acle was there about that ?" "Wh,
sar, de misacle was dat dey didn't bust
OATS my perception OBJ de circumstance.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
JEANIE'S GRAVE.

saw my true Love first the banks of queenly Tay
Nor did dream it yielding my trembling heart away
easted on her deep dark eye, and loved more and
more,
For, OH thought ne'er had seen look so kind
before.
heard my true Love sing, and she taught me many
strain,
But voice so sweet, oh never shall my cold ear
hear again.
In all our friendess wanderings, in homeless penury
Her gentle song and jetty eye were all unchanged
to me.
l saw my true Love fade-I heard her latest sigh
wept no frivolous weeping when closed her light
less eye;
Far from her native Tay she sleeps and other
lave
The markless spot where Ury creeps around my
Jeane's grave.
Move noiseless, gentle Ury. around my Jeanies bed,
And I'll love thee gentle Ury, whereer my footsteps
tread;
For sooner shall thy fairy wave return from yonde
sea,
Than forget yon lowly grave. and all it hides from
me.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
WHAT A CHILD'S KISS
COULD 90,

In prison at New Bedford, Mass,
there now is man whom we shall call
Jim, and who is prisoner on life
sentence. Up to last spring he was re-
garded as desperate. dangerous man,
ready for rebellion at any hour. He
planned general outbreak and was
"given away by one of the conspira-
tors. He plotted a general mutiny or
rebellion, and was again betrayed. He
then kept his own counsel, and, while
never refusing to obey orders. he obeyed
them like man who only needed back
ing to make him refuse to. One day in
June a party of strangers came to the
institution. One was an old gentleman,
the others ladies, and two of the ladies
had small children. The guide took
one of the children on his arm, and the
other walked until the party began
climbing stairs. Jim was working near
by, sulky and morose as ever, when the
guide said to him:
"Jim, won't you help this little girl
up stairs p
The convict hesltated, scowl on his
face, and the little girl held out hel
| hands to him and said:
''If you will, l guess, I'll kiss you.
His scowl banished in an instant, anc
he lifted the child as tenderly as faith
er. At the head of the stairs she said:
"Now, you've got to kiss me. too."
He blushed like woman, looked in
to her innocent face, and then kissed he
cheek, and before he reached the foo
of the stairs again the man had tears il
his eyes. Ever since that day he ha
been a changed man, and no one in tn
place gives less trouble. Maybe in hi
far away Western home he has littl
Katie of his own. No one knows, for b
never reveals his inner life; but tn
change so quickly wrought by chile
proves that he may forsake his evi
| WayS
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16

Bishop Vail, of Kansas, who is now
in New York, gives some interesting in
formation in relation to the negro exo-
dus. Homes have been found for all
immigrants, and the committee are pre-
pared to give places to two thousand
more The first party of immigrants
that arrived was composed of the poorest
and most helpless negroes that have
come into this State. Half of the later
arrivals are young men without families.
Some bring small sums of money with
them. All are contented. Two or three
thousand negroes have come across the
country from Texas to Southern Kan
sas with their own teams, and are doing
we'll. The negroes who have reached
the State have been welcomed, but there
is not desire among the people to have
their numbers largely increased.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16

the widow never pays a cent; but cord
ing to my calkerlation it's better to let
the boy think he's payin'.' She says |
might as well try to keep a barrel of
vinegar from workin' as to keep that
boy from workin'. It's the mother in
him and its got to work. We think
good deal of the widow. Mandy and me.
did before ever saw Mandy; but for
all that we hold the mortgage, and
Johnny wants to work it out. Mandy
and me, we are goin' to let him work"
I turned away, for was going to sup
at Johnny's house; but before l went |
asked the deacon how much Johnny had
already paid.
"Well, 1 don't know; Mandy knows
u pass it to her-she keeps the book.
Drop in before you go to the train. and
I'll show it TO you
dropped in, and the deacon showed
| the account. 1t was the book of savings
bank in a neighboring town, and on its
pages were credits of all the little sums
the boy had earned or paid and l saw
they were standing to Widow Beebe's
name. | grasped the deacon's hand.
He was looking away over the house
tops to where Monadnock was smiling
under the goodnight kisses of the sun.
"Good-by, sir, good-by," he said, re-
turning my squeeze with interest. "Much
obliged, I'm sure, Mandy and me, too !;
but don't you be worried about Johnny.
When we see it we know the real stuff
it takes to make a man-and Johnny
has got it Johnny is like that mountain
over there-chock full of grit and lots
| of backbone"
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16

the legs of the chairs at last two black
eyes were seen these were apparently
bears eyes, SO they counted the bears
in the bear pit, and one of them
was found to be missing. The
difficulty now was to get the bear back
into the pit. The chairs were removed
one by one till the bear remained un-
concealed. My gentleman then got up
on his hind legs and showed symptoms
of becoming nasty.
The bear was then surrounded by the
keepers in a half-circle. The best thing
in the world to fight wild animal is
the stump end of broom. The bear,
knowing his way back home, went up
the steps and ran along the parapet.
over the cages in which the lions at that
time lived. When he got home to his
bear-pit he evidently did not like the
jump down, so he reared himself up on
his hind-legs, and swinging himself
backward and forward began to swear in
bear-like manner. While the stupid
old bear was making fool of himself in
this way, Mr.. Bartlett took run at
him, and knocked him clean over into
the bear-pit with the stump end of the
/
broom. He laid there long time with
all the wind knocked out of him. At
last he got up, shook himself, and sneak
ed off into his den, where he lay num-
bling for several days. but ultimately
came out none the worse for his expedi-
tion among the chairs or his tumble back
ward into the bear-pit.
Though bears are very good climbers,
yet it is mercy that they cannot jump,
or otherwise they would have long ago
jumped out of the bear-pit from the top
of their pole. Some years back young
man, on sixpenny day, had an adven-
ture with a bear. l suppose the heat Of
the weather (or other disturbing causes)
made him drop his best holiday hat
right into the bear-pit. The stupid
fellow at once got down into the bear-plt
alighting on the top of a big bear who
was coiled up sleeping in the sun. The
bear got up. and taking the man by the
shoulders, began waltzing round witt
him. Luckily the man kept his feet
and nothing happened, as the keepe,
drove off the bear and let the man ou
at the side door. He forgot, however
to take his hat with him, but left it il
the cage; the bears, of course, tore i
up. The cool impertinence of this mai
was greatly to be wondered at, as mex
day he actually sent in a bill to the So
ciety for new hat.
There is very curious bear at tn
Geological Gardens now. He sits u
when he sees anybody coming, and beg
for what he can get. If he is show
, anything and does not get it, he pretend
to commit suicide, turning round an
, biting himself all over most furiously
/ This is an amusing beast. He canno
: bear being laughed at-Land and Wate,
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16

More amuzing are the strange fancies
that some persons have as to what over
worked men may be asked to do for them.
In the very thick of the American war,
there came to President Lincoln an
Illinois farmer in great state of excite
ment about pair of horses that one of
Lincoln's generals had requisitioned for
the war. The owner was of course
entitled to compensation, but somehow it
had not come. Going to the President
he told him his story, and was rather
chagrined to be told that it did not
lie with him to pay the money. Then,
says the farmer. will you undertake to
write to the general and see that the
matter is settled properly Poor Lincoln,
who never wanted a story to help him
in an emergency, was ready for his visl-
tor. "When / was a rail-splitter," be
said, s'there lived near us smart young
fellow, the captain of Mississippi boat.
who could steer vessel over the rapids
with wonderful skill, as hardly any one
else could. One day. when he was
grasping the wheel with his utmost
strength, at the most critical point of
the rapids, little boy came running up
to him in great excitement and said,
Capt. stop your ship, my apple has fall
en- overheard 7"
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
sT HEAR THEE CALLING"

hear thee through the Silly air,
Calling, calling, calling;
hear thee when the night IS fair
When cloudless floats the radiant moon
And pipes the frog in his lagoon
hear thy caterwauling.
hear thee, Thomas. There's slow
And plaintive pathos In thy tone
That comes to me. poet. lone
And thoughtful, and the flow
0frhymes is stopped. the while list
To thy maria" quavered low
From some near woodshed. All, from thee,
Perchance, was sweet "Maria" torn,
And likewise, haply, in the spree
An eye, bunch of hair, were missed.
"Maria" viii not come. Thy cry
Is heard by me, and can catch
Thy outlines on the neghboring thatch-
Thy back bent upward to the sky
With heaviness Of inward wo,
Thy slitted ears, thy hair awry,
Thy tail that moveth to and fro,
Thy funowed brow-however, that
Was furrowed by some rival cat
see thee, hear thee. but "Mari'
Win see thee, hear thee nevermore,
For Ito say sooth, Thomas.
Don't think she'll ever come to shore.
hear thy accents rend the air,
hear thee calling;
hear thee when the night is fair,
When cloudless floats the radiant moon
And pipes the frog in his lagoon
hear thy caterwauling. Tribune
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
IN HEAVEN.
BY j. G. WHITTIER.

AS one who held herself apart
OF all she saw, and let her heart
Against the household bosom lean,
Upon the motely. braided mat
Our youngest and our dearest sat,
Lifting her large, sweet, asking eyes.
Now bathed within the fadeless green
And holy peace of Paradise.
o, looking from some heavenly hill,
Or from the shade of sanity palms,
Or silver reach of river calms,
Do those large eyes behold me still?
With me one little year ago.
The chill weight of the winter snow
For months upon her grave has lain;
And row, when summer south-winds blow
And brier and harebelI bloom again,
tried the pleasant paths we trod,
l see the volet-sprinkled sod
Whereon she leaned, too frail and weak
The hillside flowers she loved to seek,
Yet following me where'er 1 went
With dark eyes full of loves content.
The birds are glad; the brier-rose fills
The air with sweetness; all the hills
Stretch green to June's unclouded sky;
But still wait with ear and eye
For something gone which should be nigh,
A loss of all familiar things.
In flower that blooms, and bird that sings.
And yet, dear heart! remembering thee,
Am l not richer than of old?
Safe in thy immortality,
What change can reach the wealth hold
What chance can mar the pearl and gold
Thy love hath left in trust with me?
And while IN life's late afternoon,
Where cool and long the shadows grow,
walk to meet the night that soon
Shall shape the shadow overflow,
cannot feel that thou art far,
Since near at hand the angels are;
And when the sunset gates unbar,
Shall not see thee waiting stand,
And, white against the evening star,
The welcome of thy beckoning hand?
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16
QUAINT STORIES OF BEARS.

During one of the bitter cold days we
have lately had, there arrived very
interesting addition to the Gardens,
namely, little bear, sent by Mr.. Cross,
of Liverpool, on "sale or return Know
ing my great liking for bears, Mr..
Bartlett kindly brought this young gen.
tleman down to pay me visit. He was
funny little fellow about the size of
large rough puppy, and very knowing
customer. When | took him out of his
box and put him before the fire he sat
down on his launches, turned his head
and inspected the monkeys in their cage.
The monkeys did not know what to make
of him. They did not show the same
symptoms of alarm as when snake is
brought in, but they paid Mr.. Bear very
great respect. not even making face at
him. When let out of their cage they
took care not to come on the ground,
but invariably got on the chairs, cage,
or mantelpiece, always keeping one eye
on the intruder. The bear was very
inquisitive, and walked about the room
on his short handy legs and pryed into
everything. What amused him most
was to scratch up the mating forming
the hearthrug and to hunt for something.
This is his natural habit, to turn over
stones, etc., to catch beetles, worms, etc.
His great delight was to get somebody's
finger into his mouth he would then
Immediately begin sucking most vehe-
mently, making peculiar noise all the
time, as if much gratifed.
1t was necessary, however, to keep
ones finger in the middle of his mouth.
as otherwise there was chance of being
nipped smartly by his canine teeth,
which were quite large enough to hurt.
He was very intolerant of cold, and
would, if he could, get under the crate
and rake about among the ashes, some
times even getting his fur singed.
/ tried 20 teach him tricks, and began
by making him stand upright in the
corner of the sofa. The little rascal,
however, would not learn anything, and
his education finished by his making a
fierce rush at me and my boxing his
ears.
To the servants bear was a bear,
and it was very amusing to hear the
shindy they kicked up when in the course
of his peregrinations about the house
| Mr.. Bear met them on the stairs or went
into the. kitchen to warm himself He
had very peculiar eyes, very pig-like
and cunning, and he was coming up to a
visitor, staring him steadfastly in the
face, as much as to say, "Please give
me something think you had better. !"
He would eat almost anything, but his
| IaVOflC6 Ol6C was DTedu, mix aHu sugar.
am sorry to say was obliged to send
him back to the Gardens or | should
like to have made a companion of him,
and am certain, as he was tame, he
would soon have become obedient.
Apropos of bears, do not think that
have ever put on record the story
about the bear who managed to get loose
at the Gardens. AT daybreak one fine
Summers morning the watchman report
ed to Mr. Bartlett that there was some
thing alive underneath the chairs, which,
as usual, had been piled up after the
visitors had left When Mr.. Bartlett
came to look at the chairs, it was quite
apparent that there was somebody or
something alive in the middle of the
pyramid. Watching carefully among
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-02-16

HORACE GREELEY's FIRST LITERARY
ATTEMpT.-Russell Warren, who taught
Horace Greeley how to set type while
publishing the Poultney (Vt.) Northern
Spectator, is now living in st. Louis in
his 9lst year. Mr.. Warren says the
first attempt Greeley ever made to write
anything was on monstrous squash
sent into the office. Several of those
employed about the office, Greeley among
the rest, wrote descriptions of it, the
understanding being that the best ac-
count would be published. Greeley's
account went into the waste-basket.
Shortly after this the publisher of the
IRIS, in town near by, offered a pre-
MUM for the best story contributed.
Greeley competed, sending in story
about Gen. Stark, and though he did
not get the prize, his story was publish
ed, and was his first composition to ap-
pear in print.