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THE JOURNAL. (! u I urn iaSCKl KVEKY KIM PAY, ronr;.etor ar Jcblisl ex. jfOlFlVK.Ue:itt, M- vj statist iu Jvart.ai huildin-j. teuhj: .93 e)0 ( U5 I'eryear Six months Three months Single copies COLUMBUS STATE BANK! COLUMBUS, NEB. CASH CAPITAL, $75,000 DIRECTORS: LtAHDEK GbKRABD, Pres'i. Geo. W. IIulbt, Vice Pratt. Julius A. Reeo. R. H. Henry. J. E.Taskeh, Cashier. gaalc at Depealt. Dlaeamms am ExckaaK Cfelleofttoas Promptly Made II Palmes. lmy ImtereKt ob Tim Iepee II,. 274 COLUMBUS Savings Bank, LOAN & TRUST COMPANY. Capital Stock, 100,000 OFFICER: . ASDKRSON. I'KEa'T. O. W. Sheldon, Vice PitE-Vr. O. T. ItOEK, TltKAS. Uoiikki I'liMO, Sec. yyWHl receive time deposits, from $1.00 and any amount upwards, and will pay the customary rate of interent. fqg-VTe particularly draw your atten tlon to our facilities for making loaus on real estate, at the lowest rate of interest. larCity, School and County Honda, and Individual securities are bought. lUjuue'80-y FOR TIIE CALL OX A.&M.TURNER Or . 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What is time! The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of toe sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries; these are but arbi trary and outward signs, the measure of time, not time itself. Time is the life of the aouL Longfellow's Hyperion. NEW YEAR'S RESOLVE. As the dead year is clasped by a dead December, So let your dead sins with your dead days lie. A new life U yours, and a new hope ! Remember We build our own ladders to climb to the sky. Bund out in the sunliiiht of promise, f orgettlug Whatever your past held of sorrow or wrong; We waste half our strength In a useless regret tin; We sit by old tombs in the dark too long. Have j on roiss jd in your aim Well, the mark is still shlnii; Did you faint iu the race? well, take breath for the next: Did tne clouds drive yon back? but see yonder their lining; Were you tempted and fell let it serve for a text. As auh year hurries by let it join that procession Of stole ton shapes that march down to the past, While you taku your place In the line of progres sion. With your eyea on the heavens, your face to the blast. I tell you the future can hold no terrors For any sad soul while the 6taM revolve, If 1m will but stand firm on the cra e of his errors. And iubtead of regretting, resolve, resolve! It is never too late to liegin rebuilding. Though all Into ruins your life seems hurled. For look! how the light of the new year is gilding The worn, wan face of the bruised old orld! Ella Wheeler-Wilcox. PHIL'SNEWYEAS'SPBESENT In oue of the big buildings in the Mown town" of New York, whence the newspapers emanate and the flii",'''i wheels that move the whole country revolve, there is a cigar store presided over by a young man known as "Phil." He has a more pretentious name, no doubt, but the customers who buy cigars there have never heard it His face has been daily reflected in the glittering show cases of that establishment for five years. In de scribing him it would be enough to bay that his principal apparent possessions are a fiery and formidable mustache and a kind heart The littlo newsboys and newsgirls in his neighborhood have learned to be very fond of Phil in the five years they have known him. When the weather is cold they flit in and ont of his place of business like stray birds seek ing shelter, and they are always welcome. Phil never said a word or wore a look that would cause the raggedest and dirtiest of them to feel that their presence was an intru sion. They fluttered in at all times with rags flying like flaglets over their shivering little bodies and hair failiug over their red and grimy faces. They warmed their be numbed fingers and chirruped together, feel ing perfectly at home in Phil's shop, and then singly, or in groups, darted out into the cold to pursue tho difficult business of earning their bread. On last New Year's eve, just before Phil was ready to close the store, a party of his little friends rushed in. Their eyes were glowing, mid their manner indicated that something unusually exciting was in the wind. The company was headed by a black eyed, baby faced girl, who has no other name than Mary. She had been selling papers on the corner for three years, and when she first began she was so littlo she could not walk up the steps. Paddy Haggerty was next in the procession. For years his father had a news stand on the corner of Beekmau street, and just four weeks before New Year's had dropped dead there. Besides these there were Mickey-the-Pig, Snowball Billy, a furry headed blonde; Becky ileGill, Oscar-the-Dude and wee little Bible Back, so called be cause he has a hump between his shoulders resembling a family Bible. Yes, and 'Siplas Johnny was also one of them. He acquired his name from a chronic rash on his face re sembling erysipelas. PRESENTING THE HANDKERCHIEF. The procession inarched up to the counter with an air of mingled mystery and solem nity. Then Paddy Haggerty pulled off the remains of his bat and struck a stagy atti tude. "Phil," he said, ume an' the rest of us is been about your shop a good while andwe's always got used white. You'se done lots of decent things by us, and we likes yer. So Mary and the Dude was sayin' as how we might get yer a present for New Year's. When we passed around the hat we got quite a little pot, and Becky and Bible laid it out" The little Italian girl stepped to the front as Paddy concluded, and from beneath her thin and faded wrap drew a gorgeous old gold silk handkerchief. "Ain't it a corkerP she said as she handed it over the show case. Phil took it and for a whole minute was sQent Tears stood in his kind eyes, and when he did speak his voice trembled. All be could say was "Thank you. little friends; thank you," and then the snail procession faced about and marched out Phil sets a higher value on the old gold handkerchief than on any gift he ever re ceived. It represents sincere gratitude and abundant goodwill. Subscribe WITH THE DAILY CHICAGO HAIL, Both Papers )net Year, THE OLD YEAR'S BLESSING. I am fading from you. But one draweth near, Calted the angel guardian Of tho coming year. If my gifts and graces Coldly you forget. Let the New Tear's aagel Bless and crows them yet For we work together; He and I are one. Let him end and perfect . All I leave undone. I brought good desires. Though as yet but seeds: Let the New. Year make thesm Blossom into deeds. I brought joy to brightea 5Iany happy days; Let the New Year's angel Turn it into praise. If I give you sickness. If I brought you care. Let him make one patieaee And the other prayer. Where I brought you sorrow. Through bifl care at length. It may rise triumphant Into future strength. If I brought you plenty. 3 J" All wealth's bounteous eaai Shall not the new angel Turn them into alms? I gave health and leisure, Skill to dream and p!an; Let him make them nobler Work for God and man. If I broke your idols. Showed you tliey were dust. Let him turn the knowledge Into heavenly trust. If I brought temptatiou, Let sin die away. Into boundieSft pity For all liearts that tray. If your list of errors Dork and long npiears, l;t thiwnew born monarch Melt them into tears. May ou hold this angel Dearer than the last So I bless hte future Whila he crowns my past Adklaiuk a. Proctor, aud let him in That standeth there alone. And aitetb at the door. There's a new foot on the door, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door. A. Tennyson. . THE SWEEPESS. A NEW YEAR'S STORY WHICH DESCRIBES HOW IT WILL BE. The evening was-clear and cold, the stars smiled down upon earth so fondly that when I looked from my window late in the night I longed to go out under them, and let their benign spell charm away the fret and feTer of the day. I went out and walked slowly on and on, feeling the restful influence of the silence and the beauty of the night A cres cent moon glittered in the sky, the myriads of stars biased in unwonted glory, and the earth slept under a white blanket of snow. As I walked farther and farther in the cold, white silence, the everyday world, with its worry and vexation, fell away from me. The people of the village slept Their houses were locked and ligbtless; the earth itself slept I only seemed to be awake. But no; another was abroad as well as myself. Not a meditative soul, evidently, for he came toward me whistling and singing cheery songs. He had no vexations to be charmed away iu the silence of the night, that was certain. There was a confident ring in his step as he ground hisheelinto the hard beaten snow of the highway, aud there was assertion In the notes he whistled and sang. As he came in sight I saw that be was an exceedingly spruce youth, with a finely de veloped figure, and, as near as I could see in the white light of the stars and the snow, a beaming face. He was clad in velvet and fur, dressed with foppish care and nicety, and be carried a brand new broom. -Good evening," I said, as we were about to pass each other on the narrow road, "Evcningf he said, interrogatively. "I never knew any such thing. I belong to the mormug.r "Has the boy been drinkiugr thought I. A second look convinced ma that he had not. He stuck tho handle of his broom firmly into the snow as he stopped and spoke. I made up my mind that he was a youth brimming over with life and health and superfluous energy. That he was vain any one could see from his walk, his speech and manner. I wanted to prolong the conversation, and for want of a better subject I mentioned the beauty and newness of the broom. That pleased him. He smiled approvingly, shook the broom triumphantly and said: "Yes, it's a splendid broom, and it's well that it is, for I have a big contract of sweeping on hand, and am just on my way to begin." "Youf I look at him incredulously. Was the boy a merry lunatic! Goingtodoa job of sweeping, clad in velvet and furl "Have you ever swept any in your lifer I asked. "No; but I have studied sweeping, studied it in books." "Ah! and what are yon going to sweep, may I askF Vhy I'm going to sweep the earth,'' he said confidently, as he nourished the broom above his head, and then scratched around with it a moment in the snow, merely to show his expertness as a sweeper. "That's a large contract for a theoretical sweeper," I answered; "I am curious to know something about you." "Don recognise me, eh? Well, how could. you, since I am not yet bomp And he laughed aloud. By this time I was convinced that I had met a jolly and extremely original lunatic. Aa he seemed harmless at well as mirthful, X didn't mind hearing him talk a little. "What particular style of dirt do you intend to sweep off the earthr I asked. Everything offensive and harmful," be re plied, in a most positive voice. ''All corrup tion, oppression, dishonesty in high places, and degradatien in all placet. Yes, and dis ease; that, too, must go. And poverty also. Everything that is hateful and Bakes the heart bitter shall be swept away." for the WITH THE WSEEL7 STATE JODIE, Both Oie Year For COLUMBUS, NEB., WEDNESDAY. DECEMBER He'seemedso serious and earnest about it I'uat I pitied him Tor his delusion. "How long will it tako you to finish such a con-Irai-tr I asked, feeling a great compassion fur his diVordered mind with its humanitarian i.ssiinctF. THE HEW SWEEPER. Oh, I shall make great changes in a twelvemonth," he said confidently. "The old earth will be another placa altogether before long. It needs nothing but a good sweeping. I and my broom will do the work and do it well. Brush off the dirt and a new order of things will inaugurate itself immediately. Look out for universal honesty, good times, safe banks, good wages, clean minded states men but really, I must hurry on, I have an appointment, I begin my sweeping in a few minutes." But you haven't told me your uamer I called out as he started on, with his broom on his shoulder. He looked back, a broad grin on his hand some young face, ami answered, "Eighteen Eigbty-Soven." Before I recovered from my astonishment ho added, "O, lean sweep; I'll show 3'ou," and bo went on in his vanity aud ignorance. Poor, foolish, inexperienced, happy Now Year. Turning alout, I started toward home, and in a moment more I heard the village bells "ring out the old," aud "ring in tho new." I had not gone far when I met another traveler, a verj' different figure from the velvet-clad youth with the confident air who had just left me. He was .walking with a tired utep, and was bent, as under a burden. As be approached I saw that he was elderly, somewhat broken down, careworn as to countenance, threadbare as to garments, and under one arm he carried a tremendous scroll, and in the other hand the worst wreck of a broom 1 had ever hti.l eyes on. "I was im pressed," as the clairvoyants say, with the be lief that lie was Eighteen Eighty-Six, and by that name I accosted him as courteously as I could, and offered him my sympathy. "Sympathy r said tho old man, laughing till he shook. "Sympathy? Well that is really laughable. Thanks, my good friend, but I don't need it Your congratulations would be better. If you have any sympathy to throw around recklessly give it to my suc cessor. I know the size of the load he has to pick up. That is a line bi 00m ho carries, too. Mine was as good a year ago. Look at it now 1 Hardly a spear of it remains, and with all its haid usage, I fear I have'ut left the earth much cleaner. 1 found tho contract too much for me, though I started in as chip per as ho does. I was chock full of reform ideas; but you see how my efforts to clear up the earth have aged me, aud how I have scuffed my clothes, as well ns my soul. But I'm through with it now, and am going to disembody myself, ami look on at the other fellow awhile." His eyes had a humorous sparkle, aud he certainly wore a look of happy relief. "Is it possible that your record is so bulky?" I asked, pointing to his scroll. "Bulky!" said tho old man, with a sarcastic grin. "If you want to know the heft as well as the bulk of it you should glance over it It is made up of deaths, riots, earthquakes, broken banks, trusted ofllcials going wrong, wrecks, runaways, blow tips, ware, rumorsof wars, the overthro'w of the Liberal parlia ment in England, crazy monarebs, boodle aldermen, new recruits for Sing Sing, con tested wills, hard times, strikes, suicides, sickness, murders, burglaries, thefts, and nearly every unpleasant thing you could think of. Think of tho heartaches repre sented in this record. Tho thought of them oppresses me." THE OLD SWEEPER. "But you have done some things to felici tate yourself upon, haven't you?" I asked. "Yes, .1 think I have," he said, looking pleased. "I set up tho Liberty statue in New York harbor; I inaugurated a new political party I think I have and I brought a big thought wave, which is making people hunt up their souls and take some care of them, as irell as of their bodies. I sowed some seed that will not bring forth thistles, mark me, and then I am so thankful that I wasn't a campaign vear." "It is a little melancholy, though, to go away forever, isn't it?" Forever!" lie repeated, musingly, looking down at the white snow a moment "For ever! I am not sure that I da This talk about the continued re-embodiment of souls that is going on now iu the western as well as the eastern world is something I am interest ed in and have encouraged. For aught I know I may come again, with a new name and a new body, mid further or finish what 1 have begun here. It is said that all that is dead shall live, and all that lives shall die. Let me quote Edwin Arnold a moment: What hath been bringeth what shall be, and is, Worse better last for first and first for last; The angels in the heavens of gladness reap fruits of a holy past. The devils in the under worlds wear out Deeds that were wicked in an age gone by. Nothing endures; fair virtues waste with time, Foul sins grow purged thereby. Who toiled a slave may come anew a prince For gentle worthiness and merit won; Who ruled a king may wander earth in rags. For things done and undone. Only while turns this wheel invisible, No pause, no peace, no staying place can be. Who mounts may fall, who falls may mount; the spokes Go round unceasingly. He finished, and taking a fresh grip on his ponderous scroll, and using tho handle of his worn out broom for a stall made ready to move on. Then he spoke again: "You, too. my friend, must die and live, and live and die. You may meet me again, but jou will have changed. You will wear a new face, and be known by a new name. The sunrise comes. Pedee be with you. Au revoir," and be passed on out of my sight forever. Max Elto.v. COLUMBUS -WITH THE IMAIA WEEKLY BEfnUCAI. Both One Year For lfr1noJ",,''r J $2.75. IN MEMORIAM. Old yesr i dead ! Pulseless and cold he lies Y.rapped in the purple of the midnight skies, A crown of shimmering stars upon his breast, KU earth reigu o'er. Peace to his royal rest ! The jeweled scepter of to-morrow's morn By new-crowned king will proudly be upborne; E'en now, impatient, rose-clad morning waits To or for New Year sun-barred golden gates. And gaylr on her way the fair morn drifts To shower iu fickle homage gracious gifts. As now she kixses Old Year's pallid face. That oft hath glowed beneath her fond embrace. Poor, fallen year! pierced by Tbne'a cruel blade, A phantom wandering in the past's drear shade Thou soon wilt be; in long procession days Will follow, weeping, chanting loud thy praise. And laurel wreaths to twine thy empty skull. The world's hands eager, thoughtfully will cull; And where thou best ou thy snow-palled bier The coining age will drop regretful tear. Then feat, thou royal Old Year; though the New We welcome in with loyal hearts and true, . Still art thou dear to alL Rest Old Year; rest, I lay the rose of sweet remembrance on thy breast. Aott-ttiasg! ikMolon fade, its crombliag heart A perfume pure shall subtly e'er impart 5 a c It sweetness to our senses. Have no fear vhou wilt not be forgotten, dear Old Year! Mark LkBaboh. The King is dead r Then let in peal A ptoan from my tongue of steel, Hoannnhs for the joy vre fed To &ee iu dust bis buuuer trailed. Ilk sorrow imlled, his passion paled. And hope's bright star once more unveiled, Let it re&ouud. Around, around. A King is dead, a King is crowned. Tba King is dead! I, too, would toll A dirge to His departed soul. Out in the nitrlit, from put? to pole. O'er deep and desert, mount and vale Roll, roll it out upon the irale. Till a!l eaith lists the thrilling tale In cottage homes Neath gilded domes Behold the King! He comes: lie corneal As tho old year blends into the new every mortal stops" and gives his enemy, Time, a little respectful coutddcralioii. His power is acknowledged; the speed at which he travel, is commented upon, if not with approval then with astonishment. His revenges are remembered, mid plans are builded for con ciliating him. He is admitted to be a formid able foe, sure to close in on one eventually, but who can be bribed aud cajoled and per suaded into leniency for many a day to come. Most of us try our best to pull tho wool over his eyes, and believe we are doing it finely, only to find out at last that we never suc ceeded. THE OLD BELL RINGER. The old cathedral white and silent lies. Its slender toners pointing to the skies. Crowned ou each pinnacle with heavenly light; The morn looks down and smiles her silver smile. Touching the world to loveliness the while. Yet breathing such a silence from her height That wu could fancy even an angel's tread No holier idhu upon the air should shed Thau this sweet silence of the moonlight night Twos on this day, just thirty years ago. And all the land lay warm beneath the snow, (See! higher still the shadows softly steal!) They laid my darling in her narrow bed. While I upou its brink felt cold and dead. Bearing a sorrow which no time could heal; (For a few moments with my weakness bear, I scarce to-night can cross the snowy square. Though I must join you in your midnight peal:) Remember I remember it so well. Each tiny snowflake kissed her aa it fell Upon the lowly mound that stood alone; For hours I dumbly knelt, but could not pray, And then 1 Mmed and went my lonely way Missing 1 1.' Is.uiJ thet uted to clasp my own, Hissing thi. denr laoo ever at my side; I had hut her in all the world so wide! What wonder that my heart seemed turned to stone? That night the Old Year died. Some one had said That I whose love lay still aud dead Should ring the birthday chime of the New Year; So from my loneliness I rose and came Would not my grief be everywhere the same? Ah! you remember now. So full and clear The joyous chime flew on th frosty air! You wonder I your laughter did not bhare; How could you guess this was my wordless prayer! And that I knew at lost my God could hear. Alone and still her grave lay far below, Covered o softly by the quiet snow. But far above she d rclt in whiter dress, In brighter joy and purer loveliness! And toward this home our happy peal arose; What wonder I eo.ild lift ray eyes at last. And, lifting them, the darkest hour seemed past; I'm comiug, friends: bow dim the morn light grows! Just thirty times, with every new born year, Have I been one among the ringers her?. And now each tone has grown into a friend, A faithful friend, whose happy voice I lore, The friend who bore my first weak prayer above, In that great grief my Father chose to send. Now my last peal some lonely heart stall cheer, and then, though dying with the dying year, I shall have borne His message to the end. M. C. Hat. JOMAL, WITH THE PRAIRIE FARMER, Both Gt Tear For assaHsaTl HI BBJfVBBBBBBI 'JMBFR?mlr at :pr Sill! 29, 1886. TIIE OLD AND NEW YEA... A.Jba.Mkinighsl,boar.drew nigh, the Old -Year stood before me. Weary and wayworn ho seemed, and in Ids hands was au hour gloss, whence the last sands were falling. As I looked upon his wrinkled forehead memories both pleasant and mournfuT came over me. I spoke earnestly to him: "Many blessings hast thou brought mo, for which I Rave thee thanks, New have they been every morning, and fresh every morn ing. Thou hast indeed from my heart's gar den uprooted some hopes I planted there. With their clustering buds they fell, and were never quickened again." "Praise God for what I gave mid what I took away," be said, "and lay up treasures iu heaven, that thy heart may be there also. What thou callcst blighted hopes are of ttimes changed into the fruits of righteousness." But I answered: "Thou hast also bidden from my sight the loved and the loving. Clods are strewn upon their aces; they reply to my call no more. To the homes they mods fair the' return not, and the places that once know them know them no more forever." Still he said: "Oivo praise to God. Your lost are with him. .They have preceded you. Noue can drift beyond his love and rare." Then his oice grew faint, aud he murmured, "My mission unto man is done. For mo the stone is rolled away from the door of the sepulcher. I will enter in and slumber with all the years of the past forever." And he straightened himself out to die. As I knelt by bis side I said, "Oh, dying year, dear, dying year, I see a scroll beneath thy mantle. What witness shall it bear of me when Time for me is done?" Low and solemn was his voice: "Thou shnlt know when the book of the universe is opened." The midnight clock tolled, mid I covered my face and mourned for his death, for he had once been my friend. I remembered with pain how often I had slighted his warnings, neg lected the golden opportunities of growth he had given me, and cast away the precious hours ho had been so generous with, and I buried my face and wept When I ngaiu lifted my head, lo! the New Year stood in the place of tho Old. Smiling, he greeted me with good wishes and words of cheer. But I was afraid; for to me he was a stranger; and when I would have returned bis welcome my lips trembled and were silent Then be said: "Fear not. I come from the great source of all good, whence come all goodgifta." Trembling, I asked: "New Year, whither wilt tho- lead me? Art thou appointed to bring me joy or-sorrow, life or death?" Looking with glowing eyes into the un trodden future, be replied: "I know not Neither doth tho angel nearest the throne know; only He who sitteth thereon. Give me your hand and question not Enough for thoe, that I accomplish His wilL I promise thee nothing. Follow me and be content Take, with a prayer for wisdom, this winged moment The next may not be mine to give, yet if wo walk onward together, forget not that thou art a pilgrim for eternity. If I bring thee a cup of joy be thankful, and be pitiful to those who mourn: and let all men be unto thee as brethren, if the dregs of bit terness cleave unto thy lips be not too eager to receive relief, lest thou betray the weak ness of thy faith God's perfect discipline givetb wisdom. Therefore count those happy who endure. When morning breaketh in the east, gird thyself for thy duties with a song of thanksgiving, and when night putteth on her coronet of stars look over the day just gono and let its failures and blunders guide thee to better things on the morrow, so that when I have no longer any daysr nights to give thee, and must myself die, thou wilt bless me as n friend and a helper on tho road to heaven." Like wind flies Time 'tween birth and death; Therefore, as long as thou hast breath Of care for two days hold thou free Tho day that was and is to be. Omar Khayyam. New Thought for the New Year. The now year ought to mean new thought if the old has been oppressive. The now year's resolve baa something of the divinity in it, early and of ten as it is broken. Even the resolve to break off some old habit is a stride 'forward, a step upward. Every re form, every upbuilding must have its origin In a new thought A thought lies behind every action. In making new resolves, nothing is more necessary than to cultivate the art of forget ting. The reason some people are chronically wretched is because, if they had a sorrow, a burden or a disgrace, they are forever think ing about it, and so forever remaining con scious of it They carry it in their mind, which is really keeping it alive all the time. Did they but know it, the world would soon forget it if they would allow It to. If tbey would throw it out of their mind and compel it to stay out it would cease to exist No hu man soul ever grew upward who uurwd his former blunders, failures aud sins in his mind. "How can I -forget my woesf says one. "They inhabit my mind incessantly, and I can't get a minute's respite from "their tor ture." Yes, you can. Bring into your mind new, fresh, good thought and the old, op pressive, soul destroying kind will leave, be cause it will not feel at home with the new. When you light up a room you don't first try to drive tho .dark out You mako a light and, lo! tho dark is gone. It cannot stay where light is. It is the very same with de spondentand destructive thought it leaves when there are no dark comers in the mind for it to lurk in. Thought is something more than "airy nothings of the brain." It is substance, the finest substance in the universe, tho invisible motor of mankind, .mentally and physically, for it is behind every movement, every action. Prentice Mnlford says: "To kern to forget is as necessary and use ful as to learn to remember. Wo think of many things every dar which it would be more profitable not to think of at nil. To be able to forget b to be able to driva away the unseen force (thought) which is injuring us, and change it for a force (or order of thought) to benefit us. To-day thousands on thousands never think of controlling tho character of their thought They allow their minds to drift They never say of a thought that in troubling them, 'I won't think of it' Un consciously, then, they demand what works them UL and their bodies are made sick by tha kind of thought which they allow their minds to fasten on. An ugly or melancholy mood of mindisadeviL It can make us sick, lose m friends and lose ns money." So the resolves that abound on New Year's morning are wise and well. They are tho be ginning of good action. Tbey may fall into ruins before the day is out, but having once entered the mind they will comeback again if encouraged. G. G. $2 a year. ADVERTISE IN THE JOURNAL J IX you -want to atoll or buy anytlilnsrt lfyou want to lend or borrow sunyclilnaB ir von it m etutom. ir you WHOLE NO. 868. THE OLD AND THE NEW. Deemlier'a sun U low; tho year is old; Through fallen leaves and flying ttakes of mow The aged pilgrim climbs tlie mountain cold. But look! tho summits in the afterglow.! Tue fierce winds hold tlwir breath: the rocks give way: Tho stars look down to guide her up tne height; And all around Iter lonely footsteps play Auroral waves or spiritual light. Nothing before her but the peak, the sky I Nothing? Ah, look! beyond is everything! Over thcj mountains gnttner alleys He: A bappK-r New Year, an eternal Spring! Lucy Ijircom. That great mystery of Time, were there no other, the illimitable, silent, never renting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent like an all. embracing ocean tide, on which wu and all the universe swim like ex halations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle a thing tc strike us dumb for we have no word to speak about it Carlyle. .OLD WEATHER PREDICTIONS. If New Year'H ore nfclit wind blow ttouth It betokeneth warmth and growth; If nest, much milk, und tl-di in the sea; If north, much cold aud stoi tns there will be: If cast. th tnv w i'.l bear much fruit; If northeast, !! it, in iu and brute. Wind the mighty srerets of the past. And turn the key if Time! Write it on your heart that every day ft tho bft day in tho year. Ho man has (earned anything rightly until ho l.i:o.vj that every dav i3 doonisdnv. Euieron. ON NEW YEAR'S MORN. A boat nlled out on thtf rbbing tide. To toil all night for 1UI1 in i h sea; Tho saiU tuns set .is -Jli" 1T0 xted free And tod th foa.niu .au-s aside; And the fisherma-i raid a-; !n khUchI away. "1 eoiue not back till the" break of day.' The wind arouaiid the w.a vn wild. And the angry wates obeyed tba gale; Tho fihht-rinaii thought us h l'urlod the sail. Of a cottage lionu. of wife and child; Aud be said as he toiled, "ISod, I pray. Thou n ill keep me safe till the break of day." The morning sun broke over the sea. Rut naver a IkkU on its liosom lay. And oil but ose were ia tho bay: Oh! when could : bwt and the fisher be? The fisherman's rfoui had sailed away Ak the dawn w as bi eakiug of New Year's day. B.W. :; "''.i".ni.'i:.ii-,in.f-' Hgirr,,i:iKiro.Ti:iisr The infant at the blackboard rubbing off tho old record is 0110 of us, for we are all children mid always will be iu wisdom. The idea is not a bad one. Expunge tho old record and begin again. The future is al ways better than the past. The days are made on a loom whereof the warp and woof nre past and future time. Emerson. O Time! the heautifler of the dead. Adorner of tba ruin, comforter And only beekr when the heart hath bled Time ! the corrector where our judgments err. The test of truth, lovo sola philosopher. 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