Year: 1868

Ine MOney1eSS NAH.


[The following was composed by our friend
the talented poet, Henry T.. Stanton, esq.,, of
Maysvilc, KY, the son of Hon. R. Fl. Stan
ton. It was recently recited by one Of the first
readers on the English stage, in the city of
London, and won the applause of thousands OF
England IS most classic and refined l-LonlsuNe e
Courier.


Is there no secret place on the face of the earth
Where charity dwelleth, where virtue bath
birth?


Where bosoms in mercy and kindness will
And the poor and the wretched shall task and


receive


Is there no place on earth where a knock from


the poor


Will bring kind angel to open the door?
All search the wide world wherever you can,
- There is no open door for moneyless man.
Go, look in yon hall, where the chandelier S


light


Drives off with its splendor the darkness Of


night


Where the rich hanging velvet in shadowy fold
Sweeps gracefully down with its trimming OF


gold,


And the mirrors of silver take up and renew,
In long lighted vistas, the wildering view
Go there in your patches, and find if you can
A welcoming smile for moneyless man!
20 look in yon church of the cloud-reaching


spire,


Which gives back to the sun his same look of


red fire;


Where the arches and columns are gorgeous


within,


And the walls seem as pure as a soul without
Go down the long isle-see the rich and the
II the pomp and the pride Of their worldly es-


tate


Walk down in your patches and find if you can,
Who opens the pew to moneyless man!
60, look in the banks, where Mammon has
His hundreds and thousands of silver and


gold;


Where, safe from the hands of the starving


and poor,


lies pile upon pile Of the glittering ore;
Walk up to the counter-an, there you may
Till your limbs grow old and your hair turns
And YOU find 1T tue bank no one of the clan,
With money to lend to moneylesss man
Then 90 to your hovel, no raven has fed
The wife who has suffered too long for her


bread


Knee down by the pallet and kiss the death
From the lips Of the angel your poverty s


lost;
Then turn in your agony upward to God,
And bless, whilst it smites you, the chastenlng


rod


And you II find at the end of your life's little


span,


THERE'S welcome above for moneyless man !!
THE TALLow CANDLE THEORY. Many per-
sons have heard it asserted that q tallow can
die, when fired from an ordinary gun, with the
usual charge of power, at deal board three
quarters of an inch thick, will pass through
the board, but very few who have not seen it
done believe it. On Monday party of rifle
men, for the purpose of deciding bet on the
subject, adjourned to the butts of the North
Middlesex Rifles at Child's Hill, where board
of the thickness described having been fixed in
an upright position, q common hall. penny dip
vas fired at it from fowling- piece, from dis
tance of about fifteen PAGES. The candle
struck the board with its full length, and pass,
ed through, leaving hole exactly the shape OF
the candle. The remains of the candle were
found scattered in pieces resembling snow flakes
on the high mound of earth in the rear of the
board. A second candle, when fired from the
towling- piece, passed through the board, max
ing circular hole, which was, however, very
Jagged round the edges. A third candle car
red away large riece of the board nine inch
es long and three inches broad, breaking away
the boundary on one side Of the hole made by
the first shot. A candle fired from rifle failed
to,pass through the board the grooves of the
rifle stripping the tallow from the wick as it
passed out. The smooth-bore towllng-plece
Vas loaded each time with two and halt
dachms of powder, a small piece OF paper as
m Fi Sea and anss eommon aoT d Tn0n nao
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