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VOL. I.
WAYNE HALL, DELAWARE CO., PA., SATURDAY, AUGUST 19, 1871.
NO. 13.
SEE ALWAYS MADE HOME HAPPY.
In an old churchyard stood a stone,
Weather marked and stained,
The hand of Time had crumbled it,
So only part remained.
Upon one side 1 could just trace,
" In memory of our rnotherl "
An epitaph which spoke of ‘ ‘ home"
Was chiseled on the other.
I've gazed on monuments o' fame,
High towering to the skies;
I've seen the sculptured marble stone
Where a great hero lies;
But by this epitaph I paused,
And read it o'er and o'er,
For I had never seen inscribed
Such words as these before :
“ She always made home happy.” What
A noble record left;
A legacy of memory sweet
To those she left bereft;
And what a testimony given
By these who knew her best,
Engraven on :his plain, rude stone‘
That marked their mother's rest.
It was a humble resting-place.
' I knew that they were poor ;
But they hai seen their mother sink
And patiently endure.
They had marked her cheerful spirit,
When bearing one by one
Her many burdens up the hill,
Till all her work was done.
So when was stilled her weary head;
Folded her hands so white
And she was carried from the home
She'd always msde so bright,
Her children raised a monument
That money could not buy,
As witness of a noble life
Whose record is on high.
A noble life‘ ; but written not
In any book of fame.
Among the list or noted ones -
None ever saw her name ;
For only her household knew-
The victories also had won,
And none but they could testify-
How Well her work was done.
ma.-a-j
DON'T BE T00 SENSITIVE.
Therevare some people-yes, mauy'peo-
pie-always looking out for slights. They
cannot carry on the daily intercourse of the
family without some oilence is designed.
They are as touchy as hair-triggers. If they
meet an acquaintance in the street who
happens to be preoccupied with business,
they attribute his abstraction in some-‘
mode personal to themselves, and take
.....". ,4-accordingly. They lay on others
the fault of their irritability. A fit of
indigestion makes them see lmpertinence in
everybody they come in contact with. In-
nocent persons, who uever dreamed of giv-
ing offence, are astonished to find some un-
fortunate. word, or some momentary taci-
turnity, mistaken for an insult. To say the
least, the habit is unfortunate. It is far
wiser to take the more charitable view of
our ellow beings, and not suppose a slight
isln ndcd unless the neglect is open and
direct. After all, too, life takes its use in s
great degree from the color of our own
mind. If we are frank and generous, the
world treats ns kindly. if, on the contrary,
we are suspicions, men learn to be cold and
motions to us. Let a person get the repu-
tation of being touchy, and everybody is
under more or less restraint; and in this
way the chances of an imaginary offence are
vastly increased.
Cnrrrcs are the sentinel: placed about
the grand army of letters to challenge all
comers, but they often lire at random or
waste their charge in the air.
[For the Weekly Wayne Ciszette.]
RAIN BOW.
What is more beautiful and grand after
a thunderstorm than the rainbow? The
sky was darkened, the thunder rolled, and
the llghtnings dished along the darkened
horizon, and everything looked as if the
Almighty was pouring out His wrath upon
us. The rain pours down in torrents, re-
freshing EVBi’yi.l]iug. The grass, grain, trees,
and tlowers look so green and beautiful,
compared with their appearance before the
storm. Ofrentlrnes the rain does a great
deal of damage, causing many persons to
lose their property and endanger their lives.
After the storm has passed away the sun
bursts forthiu all its resplendentgiory. The
next thing that greeis our astonished gaze
is the rainbow in all its magnificent beauty.
What a sight, so beautful and sublimel
Stretching far over the bright, cioudiess sky.
What mind does not love to dwell upon it ?
I think the painter could not do justice were
he to try to portray it. Who does not love
to meditate upon each gorgeous Lint of the
departing rainbow as it disappears almost as
suddenly as it bursts upon nsi’ The rain-
bow-the beautiful bow-of promise-was
given by the great Creator of mankind that
115 would no more deluge the earth. It has
a lesson for every one of us, never
to forget nor distrust the promise of our
Heavenly Father, who never forgets
the cry of helpless. When we
become discouraged, and think lie has for-
gotten ns, may we ever remember the bow
uf promise, and loolr forward to that great
and glorious day when we, with the thou-
sands wha have gone before us, shall wear
the crown of rejoicing in that upper and
betier world, where storms and sorrows
never come, and where nought but songs of
praise shall resound throughout the cease-
less ages of eternity. R. L. 0.
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME.
ax " runner-an naoox."
My heart has never known a sorrow,
My soul has never felt a fear,
And for the future’! coming marrow
I shed no sad foreboding tear.
" They " tell me life is short and ileeting,
That time will check my spirits free ;
Yet si:i.l withjoy my heart is beating,
For life is beautiful to me.
There's beauty in God's glorious sunshine,
And grandeur in His m’ghty storm ;
There‘: heauiylu each iloweret bnddi ng,
And in the rosy-tinted morn;
There's grandeur in the ocean’: madness,
And beauty in the piscid sea;
My heart is gushing forth in giadness,
For life is beautiful to ms.
“ They" tell me there are broken heart-
at -
Upon this dark and gloomy earth;
That souls will have their wild aspiringa
For somethin 1 of a-nobier birth.
I laugh to scorn their sad forebodiugs,
My hesrtls glad and wild Ind free;
Then do not check my spirit's singing,
For lire is beautiful to me.
[For the Weekly Wayne Gazette.)
R. I D E .
Pride is as loud a beggaras want, and a
neat deal more-saucy. When you have
bought one line thing you want ten more,
that your appearance may be all of a piece ;
but it lsessier to suppress the iirst desire
than'to satisfy all that follow it. Pride has
broken many a heart. A. R.
W)! 81011 FOR OUR ClJiLl’)HO0D‘DAYS.
at aunts E. Annasr.
We sigh for the days of our childhood,
When our hearts were so happy and gay,
Ere the years had marched on with our pleas-
EI .
or stolen our earth-hopes away-
Ere the sorrows had come to our bosoms,
Or the coldness of earth nestled (here;
Yes. we Iigh for those visions now faded-
Those visions so pure and so fair.
As we glance o'er the years that are faded
The tear-drop will start in our eye,
Our bosom will heave with emotion,
And our heart give a quivering sigh;
For we know they are gone-gone fomml
Those days that we all hold so dear;
Yet we watch them away in the distance,
Like the gleam of a vanishing star.
We love them, so cherished and happy-
Those days that are faded and gone ;
We watch them more eager, more anxious,
The further away they have ilown.
We love to have memory call them
Oft out from her deep-hidden cell;
For tales of bewildering glory
of dsy-dreams and earth-hopes they tell.
Yes. we sigh for the days of our childhood;
We sigh for each innocent joy;
We grieve for each fairy-like pleasure
Which our time stole away to destroy;
And still, though they" re faded forever,
Although they'll return never more,
Yet they live in the depths of our bosom,
And glow justaa bright as of yore.
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WHAT IS HAPPINESS?
That depends much upon organizatio
and development. Happiness, speaking in
the true sense of the word, increases as
sensibility develops, and decreases as ex-
citability grows. The activity of the lower
forces of mind pariskes strongly of the
physical excitement; whereas the activity
of the higher group is higher, more natu-
ral, less excitable, and more enjoyable.
The more excitement there is in pleasure
the more it is sdulierated. Those low in
the scaleof development define happiness
as s “ good time,” where jovlality and up-
roarlons boisterousness rule the hour;
while the person of higher development
might not be able to find more happinws
than in the woods, silent and alone, medi-
tating, or with a book before him, or may
be no more than the grandeur of nature
there to be seen. Let a picnic of ronghs go
into the woods one day ; and one composed
of the most cultivated classes-artists, poets,
philosophers, statesmen, etc.-on the next.
A better illustration could not befound.
The highest pleasures tranquilize, and the
lowest‘ excite and inl:nxicate.- The happi-
ness of life will depend upon where a man
place: his centre. If he makes his centre
in the basilar faculties he will reap corrup-
tion; if he makes the centre in the coronal
faculties he will reap life everlasting. The
great majority of men would be satisfied if
they could have warmth,joy, food, sleep, and
the excitement of war or intoxication. The
human system cannot generate enough of
happiness to fill out the whole being. All
our facilities cannot operate at once. There-
fore distributive and successive happiness is
the order of nature; and this distribution
must take place on settled principles.
Every man ought to determine what part of
his mind he will live by. The great msjoritv
oi‘ men live in the cellar of the soul. It is
time that the parlor should be more occu-
pied, snd books and pictures and music take
the place of whisky barrels, potato bins, and
pork barrels.
THE INFLUENCE OF WOMEN-
Llfe' becomes more hsrmonions, it beats’
with s keener pulse of enjoyment, in the’
presence of pretty women. After all, a
charming little figure, a plquant little face,
is the best remedy for half the ills of exist-
once, its worries, its vexatlons, its dullness,
its disappointments. And even in the larger
and more placid types of beanty,'l.n the
beauty of a Lady Dumbelle, if there is a‘
tinge of stupidity, there is, at any rate, an
atmosphere of repose, a genial influence
moulding our social converse and habits
into gentler shapes.
It is amusing to see how the prettiness of
woman tells on her dress; how the order
and propriety of the dress tell on the home.
The pursuit of beauty, the habit of prettlness,
gives an ideal dignity to the very arrange-
ment of her bonnet strings. in every move-
ment, in the very sweep of her ample fold,’
in the pose of her langnor, in the gay start
of her excitement, one feels the softening,
harmonizing indnenoe of her last look in the
glass. She may be gay or sorrowful, quiet
or energetic, but she must be pretty. Beauty
exercises an imperceptible wmpulslon over
her, which moulds her whole life into grace-
ful and harmonious funns. Her dress rises
out of the mere clothing of run into the
regions of science, of poetry, of art. A thou-
sand considerations of lasts, harmonies of
color, contrasts, correspondencles, delicate
adjustments of light and shade, dictate the
choice of a shawl or the tint of a glove.
And as pr-eltlness tells on dress, it falls on
the home. Flowers, pictures, the gay notes
of a sonata, the coslest of couches, gorgeous
hues of Indian tapestry, glass-work of Mn-
rsno, and a hundred exquisite somethings
and nothings are the natural setting of
pretty women. The art of the boudolr tells
on all but the chaos of the husband's study.
Around that last refuge of barbarianism
hosts an atmosphere of taste and redne-
meni, in which the pretty wife moves and
lives and has her being. And from this tone
of the borne grows the tone of socleiy, the
sociaiiaws of good humor, of propriety, of‘
self-restraint, of consideration for others, of‘
gentleness, of vlvacity. The very hush of the -
rough tones that thundered over Pelopone-
sus, as Pericles bends over Aspssia, the little
turns and delicacies of phrase, the joyous ‘
serfdoms and idleness of the manliest and
most energetic of men, tell of the triumph
of pretty women.
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HARVEST.
If sun?-h.‘ nobun.
Sun-bathed and biest in the golden weather,
Crowned for delight or crowned for pain,
Sheaved as the ripe grain of the iield together,
Covered with love i‘rom‘tne possible rain.
One are the hearts that were yesterday twain.
Either has wandered a separate river,‘
Half of its course through the meadows of-
T .
Here, at thejnnction. the iioodgstcs deliver
All ofths wealth they have gathered betilne-
Each unto each in a rhythm sublime.
llapturous moment of full-frniieii gieanirrgl
Hlnturvua blending of spirit will! li‘n
one in the heavens but knoweth the meaning
Of tenderest mystery hidden within V‘
This meeting of waters, this harvested sheen.
A.“--A
ATOUXG girl generally loses berfreslr
rice: by mingling With fashionable society,
as a bright stream does by mingling with the
sea.