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The echo. (Rush, N.Y.) 1879-1881, May 06, 1880, Image 1

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THE ECHO. \Multum in Parvo\ Vol. 1, No. 11. HUSH, N. Y. THURSDAY MAY 6,1880. Price One Cent. Obituary. Respectfully inscribed to my friends Mr. & Mrs. E. J. Galentine. on the death of their dearly loved daughter, Belle. Yes, you loved your daughter dearly, But the angels loved her more, In gentle tones they called her To yonder shining shore. They whispered sister, dearest, Tarry not on earth so long, Our angel band is waiting; Come and join our happy throng. A golden crown is waiting To deck thy youthful brow ; Come e're sorrow gathers round thee, Coin>e, for Jesus loves thee now. While listening to their voices, Charmed by music sweet and new, Angel hands reach out to lead her, The dark vale of shadow through. See! she stands beyond the river, Where the fields are living green, Beauty everywhere, whose glory Mortal eye hath never seen ; Rosy bowers and crystal fountains, Where the happy spirits dwell, Spirits pure, whose voices join in Welcome to your darling Belle. Just one lingering glance she sends To the fireside left below, Sees the anguish of the parting, None but parent hearts can know; Then she hastens to her Savior, Lays your burden at his feet, Prays that in the happy Eden, All your band may be complete. Mrs. D. Markham, Bush. A Story cf Steel Pens. Few persons who use steel pens on which is stamped \Gillott\ have any idea of the story of suffering, of indomitable pluck and persistence, which belongs to the placing of that name on that article, A long depression in trade in England threw thousands of Sheffield mechanics out of work ; among them was Joseph Gillott, then twenty one years of age. He left the city with but a shilling in his pocket. Reaching Birmingham, he went into an old inn and sat down upon a wooden settee in the tap room. His last penny was spent for a roll. He was weak, hungry and ill. He had not a friend in Birmingham; and there was little chance that he would find work. In his despondency he was tempted to give up, and turn beggar or tramp. Then a sudden fiery energy seized him. He brought his fist down on the table, declaring to him- self that he would try, and trust in God, come what would. He found work that day in making belt buckles, which were then fashionable. As soon as he had saved a pound or two, he hired a garret in Bread Street, and there carried on work for himself, bringing his taste and his knowledge of tools into con-r stant use, even when working at hand-made goods. This was the secret of Gillott's suc- cess. Other workmen drudged passively ou in the old ruts. He was wide-awake, eager to improve his work, or to shorten the way of working. He fell in love with a pretty and sensible girl, named Mitchell, who, with her broth- ers was making steel pens. Each pen was then clipped, punched, and polished by hand, and pens were sold, consequently at enormously high prices. Gillott at once brought his skill in tools to bear on the matter, and soon invented a machine which turned the points out by thousands, in the time that a man would require to make one. He married Miss Mitchell, and they carried on the manufac- ture together, for years. On the morning of his marriage, the in- dustrious young workman made a gross of pens, and sold them for thirty-six dollars, to pay the wedding fees. In his old age, having reaped an enormous fortune by his shrewdness, honesty, and industry, Mr. Gillott went again to the old inn, bought the settee, and had the square on which lie sat that night sawed out and made into a chair, which he left as an heir-loom to his family, to remind them of the secret of his successs. —Youth's Home Library.

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