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The Southern Enterprise, 1854-09-01

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j uunuies. in uie mno worm 01 nve hundred j j boarders, temporarily inhabiting the hotel,! I tliero are ?? many cliques, intrigues and rivali rica as at the court of a Louis XIV. Mrs. Tallowchandler turns up her noso at Mrs. I Sdapfaf, because the husband of the latter re- j tails his goods, will not speak to Mr. Use- j ful, because the latter works for his living ! while the former spcnds.iti idleness the fortune acquired by his father. Even the "gentlemen and ladies of color who, according to ' their own account, partly for recreation, and partly to oblige the fashionable world consent to wait at table, make beds and black boots, partake of this exelusiveness ; and one professional gentleman" boasts to another, with pompous sotfaatisfaction, of his tonnisli mistress, and pronounces the employer of another of "no account,w because he made his money in saltpork iustead of in sugar. Thousands of dollars arc annually sacrificed at these fashionable watering places by families really unable to afford it. While husbands are borrowing money in the hot town at two per cent, a month, wives, are sporting lace capes that coat a hundred dollars, At hotels where the family bill is another hundred per week. While fathers are trembling with the fear of failure in fall, daughters are haunting at watering places in the costliest jewelry, or sons are sporting fust horses, giving champagne suppers, and perhaps gaining and drinking half the night. Deliver us from fashionable hotels ut the sea shore or the springs! They would swallowup the purse of a millionaire, and destroy the health of a Samson. They would teach aire to the girls of the best mother, and make the sons of the thriftiest father improvident. Ostensibly people go out of town for health. But how many are better for a sojourn at a fashionable watering place ? Instead of returning with blooming checks, Indies come hack faded with late hours; and gentlemen, instead of being more vigorous, are paying the penalty of wine suppers. A fortnight at some quiet place, where the air is fresh and the hours early, is better than a month at one of these scenes of fashionable dissipation. In the on* -ease, you get what you contract for, and a moderate price, too ; in the other, _you pay six dollars for board and six for fashion, and are cheated inhoth.? P. Le<lyer. i 3D olrO befo t c o u & u

above tliem, and by a voice tbat they could not disregard Brief, yet earnest, and in fitting language, was the prayer, thcntearfully made, and responded to with tears. When the "amen" was said, and the pious colporteur arose from his knees, what a change had taken place! The raging lion had become a lamb. Th# strong, wicked contemner of the good, was gentle and teachable as a little child. Once more the colporteur rend from th? Holy Boole, while the man and his wife lis tened with bent heads, and earnest, thoughtful faces. "Shall I leave you this Bible ?" said he, rising at length, and making a motion tc retire. "If you will sell it to us," said Dick Jones "It is yours on any terms you please.? The price is low. I have other good books; but this is the best of all, for it is God's own Book, in which He speaks to His erring, un happy children, saying to them, 'Come untc me all ye that labor, and are heavy laden and I will give you rest' Read this first my friends; read it in the morning, as soor as you rise, and in the evening before you retire. Read it together, and, if you feel an impulse to pray, kueel down, and silently if you cannot speak aloud, say over the words of the beautiful prayer the Savioui taught hU JMoiphs,?the prayer your mother's taught you when you were innocent children?'Our Father, who art in heaven. In a few weeks I will pass this way again. Shall I call to see you r "O yes. Do call," said Jones, his voice trembling; though it was, plain he struggled hard with the flood of new emotions that was sweeping over him. "May God's peace rest upon this house ? The stranger, stood with lifted hands and head bent reverently for a moment Then turning awny, he passed from the door, and in a few moments, was out of sight A month later the oolporteur came agaii that way. How different was his receptior at the house of Dick Jones. The moraeni - . W .% ? -

l/v yvu gu \aj cuurcn i "To church !" The woman looked surprised at the question. "Dear aakes, no! I haven't been inside of a church since I was married.'* "Wouldn't you like to go V "What 'ud be the use J I wouldn't aay 'church' to Dick for the world." "Then you haven't read the Bible yourself nor heard anybody else read it, since you lost the Testament ? "No, sir." "You shall have that blessed privilege once again in your life," said the stranger, raiding the book towards his eyes, and making preparation to read. "Indeed, sir, I'm afraid. I'm looking for my husband eveir minute," iutcrpotod the woman. "He'a always said he'd kick the first Bible-seller out of his house that dared to cross his door. And he'll do it. He's very wicked and passionate, sometimes.? Do, sir, please go away. If I had any money I'd take the Hibie and hide it from him; but I haven't. Please don't stay any longer. Don't begin to read. If he comes in and finds you reading, hell be mad enough to kill you." But, for all this, the colporteur sat unmoved. As the woman ceased speaking, he commenced reading to her the beautiftil chapter from onr Lord's sermon on the mount, beginning with?"Take heed that ye do not your alms before men to be seen Of tbem; otherwise ye here no reward of your Father which is in Heaven." Aa he proceeded in s low, distinct, reverential voice, Che woman's agitations gradually subsided, and she leaned forward listen invoices

and skilful waiting*,it should not be surrendered until a council of war has been held over it. You, then, our fair reader, who hold that well-cngrnved %20 bill in your hand, wondering what you will get with it,fold it again'and nut it into the porttnonnaie ; wait till you have talked it over with "him." IIo 6ay8. "spend it of course, you want the articles." But let him fetch out the book and do a bit of calculating. lie has paid out his bilk* and is not in debt. That is good. He has a small sum in the Savings Hank on which lie can call and save his credit if there shonld be an unexpected demand. That is very clev-? or. He luw a ^kiall sum out at interest; ho has calculated what it amounta to daily, and can tell just how much it makes him during | the seven hours lie sleeps each night. Why, ' lie is independent! Ilis rent he pays month-' I ly, and there he shows you a fund set a apart for its payment The sexton will call this week for his pow money ; the Croton tax is due in June, and next week ho must renew his life insurance policy ; and lie shows where the dollars aro to come from to meet them i all. Current oxpenses he am predict within a half eagle for a month to oorao, he has so often kept a strict account of the iterilt Why, now, go ahead. Spend the bill you were rumpling in your nand; and another just like it, if you wish. You can be trusted to make wise bargains. Folks that keep ac -

counts of the items, and know exactly how they stand, may safely bo trusted to spend when they feel a want pressing. And yet, remember that the fashions of this world pass away, and as many additional dollars aa you give to-day for an article, because it is iu the very height of the fashion, you may be willing to give shortly hence, if it could be but made a little less pretensious, so as to outlast a series of fashions instead of that of a single season.?New York Timet. Never Despise Your Business. Under this caption, the Philadelphia Ledger sensibly remarks: 'No man of sense,' it has been observed despises his bread and butter.' It is only the weak who are ashamed of laboring for a livelihood, or who effect to scorn the branch of business which they especially pursue.? The first duty which every man owes to himself, to his family, and to his fellow citizens, is not to become a burden particularly to society. That commonwealth also is the most i flourishing in which the proportion of drones is the fewest: indeed, the idea of a perfect , stato involves tlio necessity of every mem! her of it being a producer. Hence it is tliat I work is always honorable. The most ordi; nary handicjaft employment is as worthy, if \ exercised honestly, as the profession of law or medicine. Each citizen should follow ! that avocation for which he is liest suited,

uiiu, tfunw ucgiui swearing awiuuv, at the same time ordering the stranger to leave his house, threatening to kick him from the door if he didn't move instantly. The tearful wife stepped between her husband and the object of his wrath ; but he swept her aside roughly and with curses. "Go, before I fling you into the road f? And the strong man, every iron muclo tense with anger, stood towering above the stranger's slender form, like an eagle abovo its Helpless prey. Sow calm and fearless the stranger sat, his mild, deep, almost spiritual eyes, fixed on those of Ins mad assailant. "Bless the Lord, O, my soul, and forget not all His benefits." Low yet thrilling was the voice in which these words found almost spontaneous utterance. He had taken no forethought as to what he should say. Hither he had come at the prompting of duty, and now, when a raging lion was in his path, he shrunk not back in terror, but resting in a Divine power, moved steadily onward. "Clear out from here 1 say I" The voice of Dick Jones was angry still; yet somethi ng of its evil purpose was gone. "The Lord is my limit and my salvation: whom shall 1 fear ! The Lord is my strength and my life: of whom shall I be afraid ?" Neither loud nor in self-confidence was this spoken : else would it not have fallon nn

jie rcnuisivo salutation ot a woman, who lurriedly drew an old handkerchief across lor brown nook and half-ox posed bosom, on teeing a stranger. "May God's peace be on this house!" said be colporteur, in a low, reverent voice, as 10 stood, one foot on the ground, and the >ther across tlie thresh hold. A change passed instantly over the wonan's face. Its hole expression softened.? 13ut she did not invite tne stranger to enter. "Go?go,n she said, in a hurried voice.? 'Go away quickly! My husband will be lere directly, and he " She paused, leaving tho sentence unfinished, as if reluctant to speak what was in ler mind. "Why should I go away quickly T" asted the stranger, as ho stepped into the room, aking off his hat respectfully, and seating tiniself in a chair. "I wish to see and speak with your husband. Mr. Jones, I believe, is lis name f" "Yes, sir, his name is Jones. But he ,'on't want to see you." "Don't want to seo tne! How do you know ? Who am I!" "I don't know your name, sir," answered the woman, timidly; "but I know who you ire. You go around selling good books and talking religion to the people." "True enough, Mrs. Jones," said the colaorteur. serionslv. v?t with nlpnssnt

+ i > ?. i - > 4f&*Hljfl * (JKEENYl P " < : ?A^frji jy - ?>. ^Jry ; rn-m*m*~mmmmmmmmmmmr?**mP-P >r his horsewhip over your shoulder*. Bo, jood morning to you." "Good morning," returned the stranger, cheerfully, as he threw open the ill-hung rate, and entered the forbidden grounds of Dick J ones. Now, our brave friend, the colporteur, was not n strong, robust man, able to meet ind resist physical violence. In the use of carnal weapons, he had no skill. But he liad a confident spirit, a strong heart, and ibove all, an unwavering confidence in tho protecting power of Him in whose service ho was devoting his life. Even on the grounds of Dick Jones the icirds sang sweetly, the cool breezes sported unid the leafy branches, and the breath of i thousand flowers mingled their frl^-ance >n the air; and, even as the colporteur trod heso grounds, he felt and enjoyod tho tranpiil beauty and peace of nature. There was 10 shrinking in nis heart lie was not in error of the lions that crouched on his path, kxrn ho stood at the open door of a house, ireWtd which was 110 air of comfo-t, nor a lingle vestige of taste. "Who's there! What's wanted!" was 1. - - -

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