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VOL. XVI I. --N0. 36.
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
Did you faint iu the race? well, take breath for
Did tne clouds drive yon back? but see yonder
Were you tempted and fell let it serve for a
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
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!
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
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
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
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.
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
"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
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."
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
"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;
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.
IMAIA WEEKLY BEfnUCAI.
Both One Year For
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!
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
Both Gt Tear For
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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
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
Then be said: "Fear not. I come from
the great source of all good, whence come all
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
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.
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
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
"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.
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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
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!
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.
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.
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.
For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift,
Which new loses though it doth defer
Time, the avenger! unto thte I lift
My hands, and eyes, and liort, and crave of thee
livron Childe Harold.
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SAM'L C. SMITH, Vice Pr est.
J. V. BECKER,
W. A. MCALLISTER,
minriss casdi .
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On. MABmr eV 8CHTJG,
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Looal Surgeons, Union Pacific, O., N.
Consultations in German and Eagllsa.
Telephones at office and residences.
sSrOfBce on Olive street, next to Brod
feubrer'a Jewelry Store.
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Upstairs Ernst building 11th street.
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bus, Nebraska. 30-ti"
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PHYSICIAN AND SUJtGEON,
Platte Center, Nebraska. 9-y
BLACKSMITH AND WAGON MAKER,
13th street, east of Abt's bars.
April 7, '96-tf
T- J. CHAH. WILLY,
53TOfflce 11th Street. Consultations
In English, French and German. 22-Bm
PLATTE CENTER, NEB.
Just opened. Special attention given
to commercial men. lias a good sample
room. Sets the best table. Give it a
trial and be convinced. S0-3mo
J OH EUSlfE,
tTPartles desiring surveying done
can address me at Columbus, Neb., or
call at my office iu Court House.
TOTICE TO TKACHKBUL
W. B. Tedrow, Co Sapt.
I will be at my office in the Court House
the third Saturday of each mouth for the
examination of teachers. 39 tf
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Ckreaie Diseases aad Diseases ef
Cklldrea a Smeolaltr.
'Office on Olive ctreet. three doors
north of First National Bank. -'-ly
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Office up.staira in McAllister's build,
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LAW AND COLLECTION OFFICE
JOHN C. niGGINS. C. J. GARtOW,
HIGGLYb ft OJJLLOW,
Specialty made of Collections by C. J.
llth St., opposite Lindell Hotel.
Sells Harness, Saddles, Collars, Whips.
Blankets, Curry Combs, Brashes, trunks
valises, buggy 'tops, cushions, carriage
trimmings, Ac. at the lowest possible
prices. Repairs promptly attended to.
JS. MURDOCK b SON,
Carpenters and Contractors.
Havehad an extended experience, and
will guarantee satisfaction in work.
All kinds of repairing done on short
notice. Onr motto is, Good work and
fair prices. Call and give us an oppor
tusityte estimate for you. tJT'Snop on
13th St one door west of Friedhof A
Go's, store, Celumbus , 3T ebr. 488-v
can live at home, and make more
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Both sexes; all ages. Any one can do
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Better not delay. CoMs you nothing to
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