Morning journal and courier., 1882-07-14
A Wise Essay on Lfars.

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 stWho am liar ?" asked the old man. as he rose up in his usual place and glared around him.
 Pickles Smith, Trusteee Pullback, Samuel Shin, and Evergreen Jones started and turn ed pale, and there was deathlike silence as Brother Gardner continued:
 'tAnwhat shall we do wid hinn?--wid de liar an de liars De liar am wid us an of us an among He gifts up wid us in de mawn:n' an he lies down wid us at night. Go to to de grocery, an de grocer smiles an' mods an lies. Go to the dry goods man, an he has welcome an lie. De tailor promises suit when he knows he can't finish it. De shoe- maker promises pair of butes for Saturday when he has three days work on de nex' week. De ice man charges wid twenty five pounds an delivers sixteen. Our carpets am warranted, an yet dey fade. De plumber plumbs an lies. De painter paints an lies De carpenter planes an saws an cheats. De dresSnlaker not only lies, but steals de cloth. We lie like troopers fifty times day, and de man who won't lie doan' stan any show.
 "An, yet, my frens' whar' will we bring up in de end ? When Waydown Bebee axes for de loan of dollar till Saturday, he lies. He knows he can't pay it back under fo' weeks. know he knows it an I lie. I tell him jist paid out de last shillin fur a wash bod, an can't possibly raise no mo-. If I ax Judge Hostetter Jackson to sign blank note wid me he lies when he says he prom ised his dyin' gran n'muder nebber to do so. We lie when we war better cloze dan we can aHord-when we put on airs above us-when we put on our backs what orter be fodder fur our stomachs. We has become o red-hot go- ahead, dust-aroun' nashun, but we has also become nashun of liars, cheats and false pretendsrs. We adulterate our goods, cheat in weight, swindle in measure, and put on broadcloth coats to hide de absence of dollar shirts. Our society am full of false pretend CTS, our religion furnishes 8 cloak fur hypo- critics, an cur charity am but high soundin' name fur makin' dollar bring back ten shil. lings. We lie, an we know we lie We play de hypocrite, we cheat an sdeceive, an yit we want de world to pick us out as shinin' exam ples of virtue, an we expect our tombstones to bear eulogies georglous huff fur angels. Gentlemen, let us kick each odder into doin' better. Let the kickiR' begin just whar' it happens, fur we can't hit anybody who doan need 1t .'
 Old Time HanginGs-The Brutality That
 WasOnce Practtced.
 From the Fortnightly Reviewl
 The actual ceremony was to the last de- gree cold blooded and wanting in all the sol emn attributes beitting the awful scene. The doomed was carried in an open cart to Tyburn or other appointed place; the halter already encircled his neck, the coffin was at his feet, by his side the chaplain or some de- voted amateur philanshropist and preacher like Silas Told, striving earL estly to improve the occasion. For the mob it was 8 high day the ghastly procession, encouraging or fout ing the convict according as he happened to be popular hero unknown to criminal fame. In the first place they cheered him to the echo, offered him bouquets of flowers or pressed him to drink deep from St Giles