Sweet Seventeen.
— G. Weathbrlt, in CasseVs Magazine.
She is but a child — Seventeen to-day — Has laughed and smiled The years away, Deeming all bright — ■ So sweet life's cup— And now to-night She is " grown up." Decked with fair flowers, Their grace her own, She reigns for hours On queenly throne ; And all the night Is bright and fair, For, swift as light, Love flutters there. Ah, sweet Seventeen 1 'Tis ever so ; Love conies unseen, But will not go ! Yet be Love true — A faithful guest — Then well ior you, For life is blest.
Mangin, the celebrated black-lead pencilmaker of Paris, is dead. He drove every day in an open carriage, attended by a servant, to his stands either by the column of the Place Vendome or on the Place de la Bourse. His servant handed him a case, from which he took large portraits of himself and medals with descriptions of his pencils, which he hung on either side of him. He then replaced his round hat with a magnificent burnished helmet, mounted with brilliant plumes. For his overcoat ho donned
a ciosfcly velvet fcunio with gold fringes. He then clre>v a pair oi polished steel gauntlets upon hi? hfinds, covered his breast with brilliant cuirass, and placed a richly mounted sword at hi 3 side. His servant then put on a velvet robe and helmet, and struck up a tune on an organ mounted in gold. To the crowds gathered iu'ound he then exclaimed : 11 1 am Mangin, the great charlatan ot T<Yance 1 Years ago I hired a modest shop zu the Hue Bivoli, but could not sell pencils enough to pay my rent. Now, attracted by my sweeping crest, my waving plumes, my din and glitter, I sell millions of pencils." This was true. His pencils were the very best.
Newspaper men, like poets, arc born, not made. It nature has intended a man for a journalist he will drift into journalism in spite, of all obstacles. He may have been educated as a lawyer, a olergyraan, a doctor, or a backwoodsman, but he will be certain to nibble at journalism till ho "gets caught.— Detroit Free Prcb&.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXIII, Issue 1902, 13 September 1884, Page 6
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362Sweet Seventeen. Waikato Times, Volume XXIII, Issue 1902, 13 September 1884, Page 6
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