Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1882-07-26


but keep them hidden within like ragged
back vest.-LoWen Citizen.
In all cases of slander currency, when
ever the forser of the lie is not to be found
the injured parties should have right to
come on any of the indorsers. -Sheridah
They don't have rains out west. A clour
just saunters up and examines town an
then collapses right over it. Nobody G.
capes but the newspaper reporters and tn
book agents.-Attanta Constitution.
There is a boy in Columbia county, N
, Y. who has living great great-grand
mother, three great grandmothers, twD
grandmothers, and two grandfathers. Il
that boy doesn't know the taste of pre-
serves, he is not awake to his advantages
Noise is the music of industry. THAI
will do on general principles. but when
the sweet cherub of the household is try
ing to work the tight. fitting cover off a
glass jar full of jam without his mothers
knowing it, there isn't much noise in the
operation, yet there can be found a better
sample of industry. Y0nhcrS Ga.cHe.
The earth itself is the best Of all disin-
fectans, owing to its antiseptic and de-
odorizing properties. 1t is porous IN the
highest degree, and readily transmits air
through its surface, thus changing to
healthy action the otherwise obnoxious
fermentation. 1t does not act so rapidly.
or rather its results are not so instantly
apparent as those following the use of the
chlorides, but its effect is more widespread
and lasting.
Life is made of little things. He who
travels over continent must 90 step bv
step. He who writes book must do i
sentence by sentence; he who learns a
science must master it'fact by fact, and prin.
cple by principle. Of what is the happ.
ness of our life made up? Little courte
sizes, little kindncsses, pleasant words
genial smiles, 1t friendly letter, GOOD
wishes, and good deeds. Ono in a million,
once in q lifetime, may do heroic action;
but the little things that make up our life
come every day and every hour.
A Presbyterian minister relates the fol-
lowing, which came under his observation,
to illustrate the wit of southern ex slaves
A little colored boy was brought before
the overseer to be whipped. He had been
on his masters watermelon patch. "What
were you there for?" asked the overseer
II wasn't stealing your melons," was the
answer, 81 was prayin'." "Prayin', were
you. Well, want to hear you pray now.
Down on your knees and get at it, PRAY,
or you'll get the cowhide." The boy saw
he was cornered, but his wit saved him.
Kneeling down, he raised his eyes and
clasped hands toward heaven and offered
the following petition Lord dismiss
US with thy blessing"
1t is Charles Dudley Warner who urges
, that boys should be caught young, put in
barrel and fed through the bung-hole
| until they have arrived at years of discre.
ton And yet after many and forcible
reasons for regarding boys as blessings in
disguise, and so well disguised as to be
mistaken for something quite the contrary,
most everybody will agree with the eulogy
he pronounces upon the boy. 'After all,
he says, "there is some thing | like about
, a boy" Boys are certainly nuisance,
/ and yet in their most obnoxious aspect
| they have an invaluable disciplinary value,
| which all who have nothing to do with
! them cannot sufficiently admire.
|, A minister who had lost his child asked
!, another minister to come and preach for
him. He came and told that he lived on
,, one side of river and felt very little in
! terest in the people on the other side until
his daughter was married and went over
, there to live, and then every morning he
went to the window and looked over that
a river and felt very much concerned about
, that town and all the people there. Now"
said ne, 81 think as this child has crossed
another river heaven will be much dearer
than it has ever been before. Shall we
! not Just let our hearts and affections be set
, on The other side of the riverp 1t is but
step; it is but a veil; we shall soon be in
y the other world"
,, Give the young and struggling word
of encouragement when you can. You
! would not leave those plants in your win
= dow boxes without water, nor refuse to
:, open the shutters that the sunlight might
fall upon them but you would leave some
human flower to suffer from want of ap-
probation or the sunlight of encourage
ment. There are few hardy souls that
: can struggle along on stony soil--shrubs
that can wait for the dews and sunbeams
! vines that climb without kindly training ;
but only a few. Utter the kind word
when you can see that it is deserved The
; thought that mo one cares and no one
: knows" blights many Il bud of promise
: Be il the young artist at the easel, the
). young preacher in his pulpit, the work
u u man at his bench, the boy at his mathe-
!, matical problems, OF your little girl at the
u piano, give what praise you can.
How JAMIE WoREED.-"Hm going TO
have the incest kind of Il garden" said
. Jamie one morning, Pm going to make
= it in that pretty little spot Just over the
bank. Papa said | might have that for
l my own. mean TO have some flowers
q in pots aud some in bods. Just like the
II gardener, and then you can have fresh
ones every day, mamma I'm going
u right over there now.n
0 Jamie started OF bravcly with his spade
. ON his shoulder. But when, after an hour,
= mamma went to sec how he was getting
u on, she found him lying on the grass with
u the ground untouched:
"Why, Jamie, where is your gardcnm
J IL was lust lying here aud thinking how
i nice it will look when it is all DONE" said
d Jamie.
J.: Mamma shook her head: "6ut that
y will not dig the ground nor make the flow
Clo BiOW, ltIiO wy W. t5bOu uCou Ill All
the world was ever done by only lying
y still and thinking about it,"-Tho Sun
u beam.
e TIE TROUBLE AT THE Posr otFICE.-A
n Milesian female approaches She is short
II and angular, with a hatchot shaped face
10 and hatchet edged voice; "NVhore's nc
y lettherP" is her abrupt question. "What
/, letter." asked tho clerk. "Niver mind
y now; want me three cints." What three
n centsP" The three cints gev 70 to send
letther to Baltimoor." "What do you
y want the three cents for, them" Because
d the letther niver wint." "And how dc
ID you know it never went?" because when
Z me sister answered it she said she niver
d got IT," "lIow could she answer it ifshe
10 never got it?' "Arrah, hould your head
o win yer give me three cents, or won't
d YEP" mo, ma'am; you must be crazy to
l. ask it," "Is it me crazyP" Certainly
ot crazy as bed bug "Bad luck to ye
is an is it the likes of you that dare to cal
o me bed buge Is there any other way o.
gettn' at ye except through this little
" WindypN asked the now furious woman