Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-07-06
TRUTH is MIGHTY.
Still It Were Better Not to Speak
It on All Occasions.


Abou Ben Adhem, the Magician, was
not in good humor. He was away from
his home, and missed sadly the COM
forts and conveniences of his tent. He
was out of his place, and was therefore
as unhappy as faro dealer would be
in a prayer-meeting, or a lobster in hot
water. The dweller in Fifth avenue,
used to the conveniences of modern
civilization, would not be comfortable
in the simple tent of the Persian sage;
so, likewise, the Persian sage was not
comfortable in the gorgeous room of a
hotel at Trenton, which he was occu-
pying. When the heat became insup-
portable, he could not lift the bottom
of the cloth and get free circulation;
he had to depend on a raised window.
"They talk of improvement" said
Abou to himself, as he hung painting
out of the aperture, gasping for breath.
''Has the world made progress? Is
this hole better than all out of doorsPn
1t was while he was thus musing in
an irritable frame OF mind, that a
stranger entered, which, of all things
in the world, was precisely what Abou
did not want.
''What is the matter with you, my
BuckP" said Abou, unconsciously drop
ping into the fervid, oriental style of
expression.
Mighty Abou,h said the stranger, 81
would confer with you. / would be
perfect would live close to truth.
would so train my mind that truth
should ever be in Tiny tongue so that
it should ever utter it. This is what l
yearn for-truth.
Young man." replied Abou. i'm
pressively, ito remark that you are an
ass would be a very mild statement Of
your condition. But l will waste lit
tie time on you. Listen.
''ln the years gone, never to return,
! was a young man in Ispahan. was
the son of loving parents, who sent me
to the school of Blohard, perfection
ist, to be instructed in morals. Bio
hard held and taught us first prin-
ciple, that truth, absolute and undevi-
ating, should govern all men; and that,
under no circumstances, could it be
safely departed from. L believed him,
and went out into the world to practice
his teachings
II had maiden aunt, who had prop
erty to which it was expected l would
be heir. and my parents had been partic-
ular in instructing me to defer to and
honor her. Wo is me that ever saw
Blohard, whom may soven thousand
fiends torment! | was at her house just
after I had received this lesson from
that prince of quacks. Every thing
was propitious for me. She was seven
ty-one, and had cough which was
tearing her to pieces, and to make it
absolutely certain that she could not
live long, she had three physicians in
attendance upon her. As her will was
made, leaving all her estate to me, the
song of the bulbul was not more pleas
ant to my ears than the cough, and the
three physicians were more pleasant to
my eye than vision of Paradise.
On the morning in question, found
her absorbed in the fashion-plates Of
the Lddy's Magazine of that period. My
son, here is a fact thrown in gratis
no woman ever gets beyond the fash
templates. 1t is provision of nature
that fashion-plate delights feminine
mind so long as it is encased in fem.
mine body. My aunt was reclining or
a sofa and arrayed gorgeously. She
had on pink mauve poplin, berage
moire antique, cut bias down the back,
with heart-shaped bodice, low in the
neck, and with short sleeves trimmed
with asbestos lace. 1t was dress ap
propriate for young lady of fifteen,
with flesh on her shoulders.
"Abou," said she, with death s
head grin, and a paralytic shake of the
head, .doth not this dress accord with
my style of beautyP"
was about to reply like man of the
world, when the precept of Blohard
whom may the fire consume, came tC
me.
Il am sure it does not, auntr / re
piled. ''You are too fearfully old Rnd
ugly for such a gay dress. The beauty
Of the apparel calls unnecessary atten
tion to your general ghastlinessi yor
are too bony for such dry goods, and the
cut thereof adds to your horrible boni
ness, instead Of hiding it. A skeleton,
no matter how perfect skeleton it may
be, should never be dressed low in the
neck, for shoulder blades when seen tC
be forcing their way through saffron
colored skin, are never pleasant to looR
upon. Now, aunt, in all candor, Iwoult