The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1892-03-23

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NASfANA AOt AtANANdoAAH tnC oPStA VI
horse cars IN this place. Brown-So ?
What Is IL? Jones A whip for the
mules.
Druggist Bad to take? Not at
all. II has a very agreeable taste
The children, sir, will cry for 1t. Gus
toner father Of nine, hashly)-Then
give me some other preparation, please
Robust Poet Well, sir, what do you
think Of my poem? Puny Critic /
will send you my opinion by mail.
Mrs ChIlders (at6a m. Charles,
something's the matter with the
baby. Hear how he cries Perhays
his arms asleep. Mr.. Childers-1s It?
Then don't wake it up-perhaps it will
spread to the rest Of him!
Natures Pitilessness-While this
poor little heart was being bruised with
a weight too heavy for 1t, Nature was
holding on her calm inexorabIe way. in
unmOSed and terrible beauty. The
stars we're rushing in their eternal
courses; the tides swelled to the level
Of the last expectant weed the sun
was making brilliant day to busy ma
tions on the other side Of the swift
earth. The stream of human thought
and deed was hurrying and broadening
onward The astronomer was at his
telescope the great ships were labor
ing over the waves; the toilIng eager
ness of commerce, the fierce spirit OF
revolution, were only ebbng in brief
rest; and sleepless statesmen we're
dreadIng the possible crisis Of the NOR
row. What were our little Tina and
her trouble in this mighty torrent,
rushing from one awful unknown to
another ? Lighter than the smallest
centre Of quiyering life in the water
drop; hidden and uncared for as the
pulse Of anguish in the breast Of the
tiniest bird that has futtered down to
its nest with the long-sought food, and
has found the nest torn and empty
George Eliot.
Rimer (entering the editorial sane
tum)-l have written a poem on the
grip, sir. Editor (who is just over
severe attack Of the malady)-Well, it
deserves it.
In his essay on "breath" a school
boy said: "Girls wear corsets which
squeeze their diagrams to much. Girls
cannot run and holler like boys cause
their diagrams are squeezed. If | was
girl | would just run and holler so
my diagram would grow"
Policeman-Wo ID you kindly sub
scribe 81 to help bury brother officer? |
Kind-Hearted Citizen-Why, certain
~! Hands ten-dollar bill. Here
bury ten Of them.
Whenever the arts and labours Of life |
are fulfilled in this spirit Of striving a.
gainst misrule, and doing whatever we
have to do, honourably and perfectly, |
they invariably bring happiness, as
much as seems possible TO the nature
of man. In all other paths by which
that happiness is pursued, there is dis
appointment or destruction /; for ambi-
bition and for passion there is no rest,
no fruition the fairest pleasures of
youth perish in a darkness greater than
their p st light; and the loftiest and
purest love too often does but inhame
tlfe cloud Of life with endless fire Of
pain. But, ascending from lowest to
highest, through every scale Of human
industry, that industry worthily fol-
lowed, gives peace. Ask the labourer
in the field, al the forge, or IN the mine
ask the patient, delicate-fngered arti-
san, or the strong-armed, fery-hearted
worker in bronze, and in marble, and
with the colours of light; and none Of
these, who are true workmen, viii ever
tell you that they have found the law
Of heaven an unkind one that in the
sweat of their face they should eat
bread, Till they return to the ground
nor that they ever found it an unre-
warded obedience, if, indeed, it was
rendered faithfully to the command
Whatsoever thy hand 6ndeth to do
do it with thy might. ."-Ruskin.
Fogg-Oh, you are too hard on
FIimsley. He has his faults, but there
is one good thing about him. Brown
And pray what is that? Fogg-
He-ur l can't recall it just at this
An Unfailing Sign: Whenever |
enjoy anything in art, il means that it
is mighty poor. Thepriyate knowledge
Of this fact has saved me from going to
pieces with enthusiasm in front Of
many and many a chrUmo.-Mark
Twain.
All the doors that lead inward to the
secret place Of the Most High are
doors outward-out Of self. out Of small
ness, out Of wrong.-Geo. Mcdonald.
Do we not all hope at least, that the
doctrine of mans being blighted a.
Dortion, miserable disappointment to
his Creator, and hostile and hateful 10
him from his birth, may give way to
The belief that he is the latest terres-
rial manifestation of an ever-striving
of divine power? If there
ives a man who does not want to dis
believe the popular notions about the
condition and destiny of the bulk of
his race, ] should like TO have him