Year: 1860

That's so! do love that man or woman,
whoever he or she may be, that can 'try
again after a failure, and push along,
keep moving Notwithstanding all the OBJ
stacles and distractions in the path of life.
I respect that man that struggles on for
years amidst misfortune, failure and adver-
sity; and finally, by the potency of energet-
ic efforts, feels his way out of the dark and
lifts his head high above the fog, with a
hearty 'hurrah for oursidev


If mans house is fired by the hand of
an incendiary, or if his crop proves a fail.
ure, what in the world is the use, or where
is the philosophy, of going about with a
face as long as yard-stick, and saying {:
i am ruined man! Ruined indeed why
the best thing in the world to do under
such circumstances, is to use the ashes for
manure; rake out all the old hinges, nails
and bolts for the other house, and just
work twice as hard as before.


If the hogs die from cholera, or the COWS
expire with the 'black tongue get up an
hour earlier in the morning, and dispense
with some of your accustomed luxuries for
awhile, until, by hard work and economy,
you can save enough to buy more hogs and
COWS. Give me such q man; and your
scented, wbiskered, white-fngered, starch
ed-up, gilt-buttoned exquisites can go to
Jericho, for all I care. That's so, gents


Young writers, let me whisper word
in your ears: Don't go off the handle, or
talk about the Editors lack of appreciation
of the flights of genius, because be happens
to throw your manuscript under the table,
instead of handing it to the printer for pub
lication. If your article is rejected, just
sit down and write another and bestow
more pains upon it; and if that be rejected
also, why, just keep on writing better and
better, until your compositions are worthy
of publication. Composition is not altogeth-
er gift-indeed, am persuaded that it is
as much an art as music, painting or print
ing. You must serve your apprenticeship
at composition; must read much and
thoughtfully; study human nature in all
its phases; be close observer of matters
and things in general. You sometimes
wonder how such and such writer sue
ceeds so we'll ; but if you would ask his Sc
cret, he would tell you that he practices.
The whistling ploughboy is perfectly anna
zed and carried away when hearing his fa-
vorite airs artistically executed upon the
harp or piano; but his hands could never
pluck such strains from those instruments
withoutappropriate culture and practice
Neither can you hope to excel as a writer,
without the understanding of the principles
of composition, and continual practice. But
don't give up; never say die


Girls, I am about to say word to you
hold up your heads I often feel sad at
the thought, that we may love ever so dear
ly, ever so passionately and devotedly, and
yet be unable, because of the position which
we occupy in social life, to make known
that love to the object OF our attectlons.-
[ declare it's too hard The lords Of crea
tion must first make love to us, before we
can reveal the deep feelings of our poor
hearts; and, even then-O my it does seem
that every body but the one we most love,
seeks our acquaintance and asks our hands
and hearts in marriage. That particular
young mantle one we love-passes us in
the streets day by day, meets us at church
and public assemblages, and is sure to cross
our path every day in the year. And yet
he has not the faintest idea that he is an OBJ.
ject of interest to US; that we long, so ar
dently for his acquaintance and love; and
then, to make matters worse, it soon be-