Miscellaneous.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1187, 28 October 1882, Page 8 (Supplement)

Miscellaneous.

BILL ARP ON BOYS. There’s more in the boy than there is in the college. In these days of cheap books any boy or girl can get an education if they want it, but my observation is, that not more than one in ten, want an unusual quantity. If the family takes a good newspaper and has a Bible and a few books in the house, and the children do an honest day’s work, they’ll get along about as well as the college boys in the long run, and do as much good in the world. Congress has got more smart men than any place, I reckon, but if I was hunting for honest men, I would cruise around outside a while before I went in, and if I was hunting for patriots, who thought it sweet to die for their country, I wouldn’t go in at all. The best people I know of, and the most reliable in the time of trouble, are living an humble life, and making no noise in the world, and they are not surfeited with education either.— Atlanta Constitution. MARJORIE. By Mary F. Tucker. Marjorie’s story is nothing new, She loved unwisely, rs women do, As women will—and called it fate, Poor heart! so broken and desolate ! Over her head, with its crown of gold, Seas of sorrow have surged and rolled ; Grief, like a mantle, wraps her about; Shadow within, and shadow without. Luckless the suitor who comes to woo, Never a word will she listen to ; Never a pulse of her heart will stir, There is only one in the world for her. Fair was the face, with smiles run o’er, It is to-day, and she smiles no more, (Nor breeze nor blast hath power to wake A ripple upon a frozen lake.) Alas, for the head with crowns of gold ! The tempter came, as he came of old ; Alas, for the heart that was glad and light! Alas, for the soul that was pure and white I Censure who may—condemn who must, It was perfect faith—it was utter trust; That asked her promise, nor pledge, nor sign, He was hers—she was his, by law divine. He was lifted up—he was set apart, He filled her thought—he filled her heart; She called him great—she believed him true; As women will—as women do. Oh to betray such a tender trust! (God will repay, and he is just) Through wrong and ill she loves him still, As women do—as women will. Giving little, and taking much, Fickle and false —there are many such.; Selfish and cruel—you know the rest, lie broke the heart that loved him best. ENGLISH RELICS. A piece of the True Cross is one of the many Catholic relics said to be preserved in England. This relic is in St. Mary’s Convent, York, and is described, together with others, in the current number of the Month. It is in a silver cross, and was sealed up some time between the year 1257 and 1662. The relic is between 1 j and 11 inches long, and its history is traced back to the Ninth Century, when it was the property of Arnulph, the Patriarch of Jerusalem. He obtained it from the pilgrims of the Holy Sepulchre, who found it in Jerusalem. It is preserved in a pectoral cross, with two cross bars or transoms, forming a patriarchal cross 5| inches long, about \ inch oroad and thick, its transoms 1| and 1J inches long respectively. The cross is formed of thin silver plate, gilt and chased with scroll work on the front and back. On the sides of the stem is an inscription in three lines of italic text. The relics which it contains, and which seem to fill it completely, are sealed with a seal which was employed by the Chapter of St. Omer’s during the vacancy of the see for five years after the death of Bishop Christophe de France, a.d. 1657 and 1662. This seal exhibits a shield of arms, three fir cones upon a crozier, with the whole surrounded by an inscription which determines pretty nearly the date when the first inscription (in italic text) was engraved on the sides of the pectoral cross. Probably at the same time certain repairs were made, for the lowest joint of the back is chased with scroll work very different from the rest, and certainly much later. At a sale at Sotheby’s the other day, a copy of the first Kilmarnock edition of Burns’ poems, an octavo, sold for £67, while a copy of the Edinburgh edition of 1787 fetched £6. All this time, the only surviving member of the poet’s family is passing his last years in Glasgow poor-house.— Truth.

It is said, that an Italian who began gathering old bottles in a bag, a few years ago, has recently paid nineteen thousand dollars, for a residence in this city. The Boston Advertiser recommends that this new profession be borne in mind by the young men in our colleges, who are, in the language of their class-day orators, “ standing on the threshold of active life.” It is to be said in favour of this occupation, that a good many young men, on emerging from college, have a larger capital of empty bottles to begin with, than of information which would be of service to them in any profession or dignified calling.

Once upon a time, while Field Marshal Murat Halstead was discussing the ethics of journalism with a few friends, he felt moved to remark : “ Well you may talk about the idiots you have known in the profession, but we have the blue-ribbon ass of the Ohio press up at Dayton.” At that moment the door opened and a visitor entered. “ And, dear me! here he is,” continued the imperturbable Field Marshal: “ Gentlemen, this is W. D. Bickham, of the Dayton Journal. Bickham, we were just speaking of you.”