The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1893-12-21
Letter from Ringwood.


RINGwooD, y. c., Dec. IS, 1898.
Rev. T. J. Ogburn preached two fine
sermons morning and night at Bethesda
last Sabbath. He had large and appre-
ciative congregations as he is very pop
uIar there, and all wish him God speed in
his new field and great work.
Mr.. W. H. McGWigan and Miss Lille
Winfree were united in marriage at the
residence of Mr. ID. T. Winfree on Thurs
day evening last, T. y. Harrison, ESQ,
offcatAg Our friend, though not as
young as he used to be, has at last found
that it is mot good for man to be
alone, and that Cupid's darts are hard
to shun. Long and happy life to them,
and may all their troubles be little ones
r. r. Bullock, Esq killed twenty hogs
yesterday l / months old that made him
5000 pounds Of meat, several Weighing
300 pounds. Some modern Anannias
will probably eXcaim that it "cOst him
more to raise them than it would to buy
the meat" but Mr. Bullock can easily
prove to the contrary.
The young people had quite an EN- Joy
able occasion at the closing of Mr.. Il. +.
brakes school, near Aventville, on Fri
day evening last. Speeches, Rotations,
etc. Surely the boys and girls should be
encouraged to seek diligently to be edu-
Gated, for idleneSs is the dead sea which
swallows up all the virtues and is the
self-madc sepulchre of a living man. Ed
ucatiOn is a companion which no mis-
! fortune can depresS, no crime destroy, no
enemy ALLEVIATE, no despotism enslave.
At home, Il friend; abroad, an introduce
| ton; in solitude, Il sOlace; in society, an
ornament
Mrs. Mary T. Perkins died Sunday
night at the residence of her sOn-in-law
| W. ". ROsser The body will be buried to-
| day at her old homestead, near Draper 5
| \ Roads. Rev. A. g. Wilcox will preach
the funeral. She was about 70 years old
and had been in feeble health for some
| time.
\ great many people are continually
talking about the faults Of Others.
Nothing gives them any pleasure but
Whispering around about the short
cOmings of their Cfttimes superiOrs. You
who are so ready to see faults in Others
ask yourselves this question:
What are others faults to NE?
I've not vulture'S bill
TO pick at every flaw see,
And make it wider still.
1t is enough for me to know
I've follies of my own,
And in my heart the care bestow
And let my friends alone.
As the Christmas holidays are rapidly
approaching | am thinking tonight o
the past of my bOyhOod and youth anC
with feelings of love to all mankind cal
say: What visions Of departed glory
loom up from memory's corridor at thu
very word Christmas Years gone b,
when our hearts We're young what Clio
rious times We would have. The remem
brance of those halcyOn days is ever al
oasis in the great desert of life back tt
which even now my thoughts delight tt
wander. Christmas then and now is ala
so different. 1t makes the heart ache a
the comparison. Those who formed GU
unbroken household band are scattere,
and the links which formed our chain @
happiness are broken never again to b
united Wild flowers have blOssome'
and faded for many a year upon TIL
graves OF some of the dearest compan
ions of former Christmas times, and
new made grave received the blessed re
mains of what made it all it was. Oh
the changes which have swept over GU
paths since this time one little year age
Its shade is on each brow, its shadow
in each heart. But enough, only | can
help feeling as the lines below express:
"WiSht l could 60 tmorrow N find er
all the same
AS they was the day lef' t make bigge
name;
n see dear old mother-always skeery-
at the gate,
Like she ulster wait for me whenever
was late.
Wi5ht could look in Heaven N see he
there t'day,
n git a tender smile O. love like when
went away;
feel like it ud help me to battle her
J with sin
VISIT l could go back little while n b
boy agin."
And don we feel tonight like we're
Drifting away from dear mother
Who lies, Oh, so sweetly at rest,
While her soul in its flight to Heaven
Points the way to the home of the blessed
How many OF US now can say with tn
poet LOngfellOw:
We speak of the merry Christmas
And many happy New Year;
) But each in his heart is thinking
OF those that are not here.