The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1889-11-14
HENDERSON, N. c., THURSDAY NOVEMBER IA, 1885,
Golden LEAFLETS.


In the best regulated printing Of
flces everything "goes to sticks"
No one ever gets into lunatic asy-
lum unless he is "pretty we'll off,"
"Where there's will there's a way''
TO suddenly find yourself better off.
"The bright stars of the chrysanthe-
NUNS dot everywhere the cottage gar
dens."
Agriculture is the most useful, the
most healthful and most noble en-
ployment of man.-WasAington.
He who tells a lie is not sensible
how great task he undertakes; for he
must be forced to tell twenty more to
MAINTAIN one.-Pobe.
There is comfort in the strength OF
love. Twill make thing endurable
which else would overset the brain or
break the heart W0,asa0rth.
Two hearts which mutually love, are
like two magnetic clocks; that which
moves in one must also move in the
other, for it is the same power which
acts in both.-GoeMc.
The essence of friendship is entire
ness, total magnanimity and trust.
1t must not surmise or provide for in
trinity. 1t treats its object as a god,
that it may defy both.-Eme,son.
Ay, thou art welcome, heavens delicious
breath
When woods begin to wear the crimson
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns
And the year smiles as it draws near its
-" 0eto5er'- William, Cullen Bryant.
The kind of friends that coun, in
this world are those that one uncon
sciously wins to him by daily, unpre-
tentious acts OF kindness and thought
fulness. They don't come SO high as
some other friends and they last a
great deal longer.
The robins and the black birds, ear
liest birds of the Spring time, are still
calling from the tree-tops, apparently
unconscious or at least unmindful of
the fact that the cold winds of Au-
tumn are whistling vigorously through
their feathers.
Long looked for was the Summer, anxious
eyes
Noted the budding bough the crocus
flame,
That told its coming. Now, meath Au-
tumn skies
The leaves fall slowly, slowly as they
came.
There is no need to watch while Winter
WeaVeS
Fair buds to crown another golden prime,
For something heavier than the Autumn
leaves
Has hidden eyes that looked for Summer
The trees shall wake from their forgetful
Unto new blossom and tender green
The countless trees but never one will
keep
A little leaf or flower that she has seen
-" OctObsr"-Harper's Magazine.
Says N. P. Willis: "There is mel
ancholy music in Autumn. The leaves
float sadly about with look of pecu-
liar desolation, waving capriciously in
the wind, and falling with a just aud
ible sound that is a very sigh for its
sadness. And then, when the breeze
is fresher, though the early Autumn
months are mostly still, they are swept
on with a cheerful rustic over the
naked harvest fields and about in the
eddies of the blast and though l have
sometimes, in the glow of exercise, felt
my life secure in the brave contest,
yet, in the chill of the evening, or
when any sickness of the mind or body
was on me, the moaning of those with
cred leaves has pressed down my heart
like sorrow, and the cheerful fire and
the voices of my many sisters might
scarce remove it,
High DER the forest the storm clouds are
| flying,
| The little birds haste to the South and the
Darling. ns' the red leaves are dropping and
dying
Darling, how soon is life over and done
Hardly the hawthorn tree blossoms and
bushes,
| Hardly has opened the first rose of May,
Scarce DER the heart love tumultuOus
| ruSheS,
Ere the rose petals fall-and all passes
| away.
The love and the weeping-the rapture and
| sorrow,
Are they but dreams that come never again
What will be left when the day knows no
| morrow?
Darling, we sigh but we question in vain.
Though the perfumes be shed and the rose
| leaves be blighted,
The new year must come and the new roses
| blow:
| And lovers will kiss and their vows shall
! be plighted
! On the green of our graves while we Slum
| har halOw