Part 15
_Remember_, that six pounds a year is a groat a day, for this little sum (which may be daily wasted either in time or expenses unperceived), if a proper use be made of it, he may, on his own security, have the constant possession and use of a hundred and twenty pounds. So much in stock, briskly turned by an industrious man, will always produce the greatest advantage to the tradesman. Remember this proverb, that the good paymaster is lord of another man’s purse, for he who is known to pay punctually and exactly at the time he promises, may, at any time, and on any occasion, raise all the money his friend can spare. This is sometimes of great use; next to industry and frugality nothing can contribute more to the raising of a man in the world than punctuality in all his dealings. Therefore, never keep borrowed money one single hour beyond the time promised, lest the disappointment should shut up your friend’s purse forever, as the most trifling actions that affect a man’s credit ought always to be avoided. The sound of the hammer at five in the morning, or at nine at night, being heard by a creditor, makes him easy six months longer; but if he sees you at a gaming table, or hears your voice in a tavern, when you should be at work, he sends for his money the very next day and demands it before it is convenient for you to pay him. Beware of thinking all your own that you possess and of living accordingly. This is a mistake that many people of credit fall into; but in order to prevent this, always keep an exact account both of your expenses and also of your daily income and profits. For if you will only just take the trouble at first to enumerate particulars, it will discover unto you how wonderfully trifling expenses mount up to a large sum; by which you will also discern what might have been, and also what may for the future be saved without causing any great inconvenience. In short, the way to obtain riches, if you desire it, is as plain as the way to the market, which depends chiefly on two things, viz.: industry and frugality; and take care that you waste neither time nor money, but daily make use of both; if you take care of the hours and days, the weeks, months and years will also take care of themselves. Constant experience proves that any business being first well contrived, is more than half done--for a sleeping fox catches no poultry; there will be sleep enough in the grave, and also, that lost time is seldom found again, for that which we generally call time enough, always proves little enough; for sloth makes things difficult, while industry makes them easy. He that rises late must trot hard all day and shall scarce overtake his business at night--for laziness travels so slow that poverty soon overtakes him. Drive your business, but let not that drive you; for early to bed and early to rise, is the way to become healthy, wealthy and wise. Industry need not wish, while he who lives on a vain hope will die fasting; for we find that there is nothing to be done or accomplished under the sun without labor. He that hath a trade, hath an estate, and he that hath a profession, hath an office and profit with honor; but then the trade must be worked at, and the profession well followed, or they will not enable you to pay rent and taxes. At the working man’s house hunger looks in but dares not enter; for industry pays debts, while despair increases them. Diligence is the mother of good luck; as Solomon saith: “The diligent hand maketh rich, while he that dealeth with a slack hand becometh poor; for God gives all things to industry.” Then plow deep while the sluggards sleep, and you shall have plenty, while others have reason to complain of hard times. Therefore keep working while it is called to-day, for you know not how much you may be hindered to-morrow; and never leave that business to be done to-morrow which you can do to-day; for since you are not sure of a single hour, throw not that away. How many are they who live daily by their wits, and who often break from want of a stock in hand, while industry gives comfort, plenty and respect. Keep your shop well and then your shop will keep you. For it sometimes happens that the eyes of a master will do more work than both his hands, and more especially if his head be any reasonable length; for the want of care doth more damage than the want of knowledge. If you do not overlook your workmen, you may just as well leave them your purse open; the trusting too much to the care of others has completely ruined many a man. If you would be wealthy, think of being careful and saving; for
“Women and wine, game and deceit, Make the wealth small and the wants great.”
That which maintains one vice, would bring up two children. And if you wish to know the value of money, only just go and try to borrow a little; he that goes borrowing, goes sorrowing, and, indeed, so doth he who lends it unto such people, when he goes to try to get it back again. Pride that dines on vanity, sups on content and often breakfasts with plenty, dines with poverty and sups with infamy, creates envy, and hastens misfortunes; for it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright. Creditors have generally much better memories than debtors, who are also a kind of superstitious set, great observers of set or appointed days and times; so that those have but a short Lent who owe money to be paid at Easter; for expenses are always so constant and certain, that it is much easier to build two chimneys than to keep one in fuel. Rather go to bed supperless than rise in debt. Always do unto others as you would wish to be done by, is the first fundamental law of natural justice.
LEAVES OF DESTINY.
_Directions for Consulting the Sibyl._--Draw for a number from slips numbered from 1 to 100, and see corresponding number in Leaves of Destiny; or, simply call out numbers selected.
1. You’ll meet this year on Brighton Strand, One destined for your heart and hand.
2. Choose one--if you are shrewd, No safety lies in multitude.
3. Endless flirtation Doth seem your vocation.
4. Bracing air and embracing arms, Give Coney Island especial charms.
5. Young or old? Love or gold? Hot or cold? Given or sold? Toss odd or even--you’ll be told.
6. Some natures change on the change of name But like the rose you’ll be the same.
7. For music and balls, You’ll have nursery squalls.
8. The right one cometh from New York, With heart and purse as light as cork.
9. Away with pride and cold disdain, Or you’ll too long a maid remain.
10. Don’t have for motto, “Both best,” But--“Choose one, look at the rest.”
11. ’Tis simply true, tho’ you may laugh, That you will worship a golden calf.
12. This year a lover will with pride, Watch thee sporting in the tide.
13. At Ocean Grove you’ll forsake worldly notions, Drink nothing but tea and attend your devotions.
14. A heart and fortune you will gain, In this summer’s grand campaign.
15. Before you go too far, Be sure there’s not another side The brighter side to mar.
16. A life both long and wisely spent, With children to your heart’s content.
17. Happy when single, but not content, You’ll marry in haste and soon repent.
18. Lovers and books romantic-- Music of the grand Atlantic-- This year will make you nearly frantic.
19. The “Mighty Dollar” cannot buy The love for which in vain you sigh.
20. Look in the glass and you will see Your source of power and frailty.
21. A well known line you may transpose-- “A thorn is always near a rose.”
22. You nobly strive to make it known “’Tis bad for man to be alone.”
23. Before the present year is out, Your wedding cards will be about.
24. Drifting away, day by day! No one to say, “Stay! oh, stay!”
25. A heartless flirt! you’ll penance do For all the innocents you slew.
26. To you, I’m afraid, it is useless to preach About the temptations of Rockaway Beach.
27. Merry and free your revelry! Soon tired you’ll be of deviltry.
28. You’ll give up athletics; And take to æsthetics.
29. On some fine day, not very remote, You’ll meet your match on a Rockaway boat.
30. Your head is hot, your heart is cold-- I pity your lot when you grow old.
31. When you’re seized with fits æsthetic, Take at once a strong emetic.
32. With throbbing heart and trembling hand Soon at the altar you will stand.
33. You’ll count among your future joys, Six little girls, six little boys.
34. Before you sip, take firm grip, You’ll have no slip ’tween cup and lip.
35. Your pace, I fear, is rather fast-- Your love’s by far too hot to last!
36. The greatest blessing you will find, That Love should be completely blind.
37. Inconstant as the fickle wind, From day to day you’ll change your mind.
38. Newport is the grand resort For those, like you, intent on sport.
39. A blow on the pier--a plunge in the brine-- Is all that’s required to make you divine.
40. Lovers come and quickly go When they find your heart like dough.
41. The slightest rebuff makes you ready to die, So fatal the kick from a gay butterfly.
42. Like Wilde and such æsthetic guys, You ape an angel in disguise.
43. When weary of sands and the wild waves’ play, To the glorious White Mountains fly away.
44. So rich, but sad; suppose you try The Tonics of Adversity.
45. Ever dreaming, never doing, You’ll gain nought by seaside wooing.
46. Unless you resolve more social to be You must stop at home like the Heathen Chinee.
47. You will love and run away, And live to love another day.
48. You’ll have good cause to bless the day Your eyes beheld the famed Cape May.
49. You shall have a busy summer, Flirting hard with each new comer.
50. Be merry now; no more you’ll laugh When you have found your _bitter_-half.
51. Your sorrow may endure a night, But joy will come with morning’s light.
52. The darling of your heart’s devotion Is on the broad Atlantic Ocean.
53. Cheer up! cheer up! I plainly see Bright golden days in store for thee.
54. You’ll go back when the weather cools, To taffy-pulling and singing schools.
55. Like the flow and ebb of tide Your spirits rise and soon subside.
56. Bright visions rise as this year falls, Of concerts, theatres and balls.
57. At Saratoga’s famous Springs An era bright for you begins.
58. Sing when you’re sad And soon you’ll feel glad.
59. When summer’s heat and sport are o’er In Florida you’ll seek for more.
60. Avoid all that sin and cruel temptation Which assail young folk in the summer vacation.
61. You’re building castles in the air, To end in grief and dark despair.
62. On Sea Girt Beach entranced you’ll be By charms more rare than scenery.
63. Sunflower, lily and daffodil An empty purse will never fill.
64. Blue and white your sole delight, Yellow and black are put to flight.
65. You lack the courage to say “No,” Hence all your troubles here below.
66. Lawn Tennis is the pastime sweet Where a life partner you will meet.
67. Enjoy the sunshine while you may-- Too soon the chance will pass away.
68. Avoid whate’er your spirit vexes-- Despise “old women” of both sexes.
69. Smiles and tears, hopes and fears, The rainbow hues of early years.
70. Sweet and bright as the month of May, Your life shall seem a holiday.
71. You once extolled the “Age of Reason;” Your mind will change this very season.
72. You prized too much, as you’ll confess, A life of single blessedness.
73. You’ll break the heartless law of fashion, And own at last the tender passion.
74. Like Oscar and his crew, You are “too utterly too too.”
75. Your sole recreation-- To cause a sensation.
76. Your photo book will change this year And former fav’rites disappear.
77. To keep single you’ll contrive, Up to prudent twenty-five.
78. Your destiny is hard to fix, Bitter and sweet so freely mix.
79. Love requited--vows well plighted! Hearts and hands for aye united!
80. This year a treasure you’ll discover-- A brownstone house and a brimstone lover.
81. The wedding bells soon merrily Shall ring a chime to gladden thee.
82. Sighing and dying, and wretchedly trying To look well pleased when you’d like to be crying.
83. When you go out to sea to fish, You’ll catch the very thing you wish.
84. To Asbury Park you will repair, Where men may smoke and drink--the air.
85. You soon must solve the problem grave-- “An old man’s pet or young one’s slave?”
86. If they are blest, whose quiver’s full, Your lot shall be right joyful.
87. Some dress to live; but you, I guess, Like many, only live to dress.
88. A sphere in life you will ensure, Where men are true and women pure.
89. Tennis, polo, bathing, boating, Picnic, music, flirting, doting-- These your pastimes best worth noting.
90. When vanities bring weariness, You’ll seek a rural wilderness-- Meet penance for your wickedness!
91. Unless you’re a Mormon or a Turk, Contented you’ll be with this year’s work.
92. Your seaside dreams of love and money Will end in country milk and honey.
93. How sweet to thee is love’s young dream, When gliding down the placid stream.
94. Dear captive feet are now set free, To skip and dance right merrily, As winter stealeth o’er the sea.
95. You’ll meet many cranks at the seaside this year; It must be the Comet that made them so queer.
96. You’ll have, in place of dance hall skips, Holy greetings from brethren’s lips-- Prayer meetings: good fellowships.
97. The happy day is drawing nigh-- To all your pains and cares good-bye!
98. The summer dies and birds of prey To city haunts now fly away.
99. You’re leaving now to meet no more, The only one you could adore.
100. Last of all, and not too late, Fortune comes to those who wait.
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Wehman’s Collection of Songs, No. 1.
CONTAINING 100 SONGS.
A handful of earth. A warrior bold. All on account of Eliza. Are you going to the hop this evening. A violet from mother’s grave. Angel’s whisper. Betsy and I are out--_Recitation_. Biddy, the ballet girl. Be home early to-night, my dear boy. Brave huzzars. Betsy destroys the paper--_Recitation_. Blue bells of Scotland. Baby’s got a tooth. Beautiful leaves. Betsy and I hafe bust up--_Recitation_. Blue Alsatian mountains. Chickens in the garden. Cows are in the corn. Charge of the light brigade--_Recit._ Colored hop. Camptown races. Come where my love lies dreaming. Decision in “The Gipsy’s Warning.” Double-breasted mansion on the square. Dar am honey on dese lips. Down in a coal mine. Drunkard’s dream. Dear Irish boy. Emmet’s “Mountain Song.” Father Tom O’Neil. Granite mill fire. Grant’s trip around the world. Grave of Wolf Tone--_Recitation_. Gwine to cross the river by-and-by. Garden where the praties grow. Hang up your hat behind the door. Hard times, come again no more. I can’t make it out, can you? I’ve a baby in Kalamazoo. I don’t like a cur at my heels. In de lowlands, low. Irish fair. Joe Bowers. Keep in de middle ob de road. Kitty Tyrrel. Little brown cot on the hill. Little old house on the Rhine. Let Erin remember the days of old. Lost Rosabel. Little flower you gave me. Love’s chidings. Mary Ann, I’ll tell your ma. Moonlight at Killarney. Mother would comfort me. Mulligan’s funeral. My pretty Jane. Mary Ann McLaughlin. Mary’s gone wid a coon. Mr. and Mrs. Malone. Norah, the pride of Kildare. No one to love. Oh! Fred, tell them to stop. Our Army and Navy of blue. Over the garden wall. Old fashioned church on the hill. Old fashioned homestead. On the strict Q. T. Oh! breathe not his name. Old brown pants. Old mountain tree. Our grandfather’s days. O’Reilly’s billy goat--_Recitation_. Pallet of straw. Patrick, mind the baby. Patter of der shingles--_Recitation_. Sadie darling. Sarah’s young man. Shamus O’Brien--_Recitation_. Spring, gentle spring. Same thing over again. Schneider’s ride--_Recitation_. She is far from the land. Temple of fame. There is a fine ship on the ocean. Tramp--_Recitation_. True Irish gents. Turnpike gate. Twickenham ferry. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Tam O’Shanter hat. True as steel. Tar’s farewell. Torpedo and the whale. Tramp! tramp! tramp! the boys are marching. Up at Jones’ wood. When these old clothes were new. Wist! Wist! Wist! White cockade. Way down upon the Suwanee ribber. Wife’s dream.
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Wehman’s Collection of Songs, No. 2.
CONTAINING 95 SONGS.
Angel Gabriel. Annie Lisle. A rolling stone gathers no moss. Annie of the vale. A leaf of ivy from mother’s grave. A lock of mother’s hair. An Irishman’s letter--_Comic Reading_. Barney McCoy. Believe me in all those endearing young charms. Boys of Kilkenny. Boston burglar. Boston fire. Belle Brandon. Big sun flower. Billy Grimes, the rover. Bold Jack Donohue. Cod liver oil. Captain Jinks, of the horse marines. Close the shutters, Willie’s dead. Casey’s whiskey. Death of President Garfield. Drifting with the tide. Dying soldier--_Recitation_. Don’t call in the morning. Dreamy eyes haunt me still. Don’t get weary, children. Eileen, sweet Eileen. Empty is the stable, Davy’s gone. Evening star. Flags of all nations. Farmer’s boy. Fisherman and his child. Flying trapeze. Gentle heart be true. German fifth. Good-bye, Susan Jane. Good-bye, Charley. Give bread to the poor. God save our president from every harm. Huckleberry picnic. Hungry man from Harlem. It’s naughty, but it’s nice. I hope I don’t intrude. I love my love in de morning. I’ll bet you a dollar you don’t. I’m a man you don’t meet every day. In de evening by de moonlight. I will be true to thee. I’d offer thee this hand of mine. I’m the governor’s only son. I’ve got a donkey. In the days when I was hard up. It don’t belong to me. I’d choose to be a baby. I long to be single again. I wandered by the brookside. John Brown’s song; or, glory, glory, hallelujah. John Mitchel. Johnny is gone for a soldier. Just landed. Jim Bludso--_Recitation_. Kitty Clyde. Leave not your Kathleen. Lecture on “Demperance.” Love! love! love! Let the dead and the beautiful rest. Last night I was dreaming of you. Mid-watch. Muldoon, the solid man. McKenna's dream. Minnie, hear the bluebird sing. My sweetheart, when a boy. Never empty cradle, twins are born. Not before pa, dear. Old zip coon. Old plantation’s lonely. Paul Revere’s ride--_Recitation_. She’s a gal o’ mine. Squire and Maria. Sunny days will come again. Sailing on the lake. Sheridan’s ride--_Recitation_. Strawberries and cream. That’s how you get served when you’re old. Things I don’t like to see. Tiddle-a-wink, the barber. True to the core. Toss the Turk. True lover’s discussion. Under the window she’s sleeping. Violets dipped in dew. Why did they dig ma’s grave so deep? We are coming, sister Mary. Yankee doodle. Your lassie will be true.
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Wehman’s Collection of Songs, No. 3.
CONTAINING 97 SONGS.
A hundred years to come. Atheist and acorn--_Recitation_. Annie o’ the banks o’ Dee. A man’s a man for a’ that. A motto for every man. Beautiful dreamer. Beautiful Venice. Blue and the gray. Baby’s got a cramp. Bay of Biscay, O! Boys, keep away from the gals. Bread and cheese and kisses. Bright emerald isle of the sea. Buck Fanshaw’s funeral. Captain with his whiskers. Clarabel Magee. College days. Come and kiss me. Digging for gold. Don’t slam the gate. Duffy’s opening night. Dan Maloney is the man. Dying Californian. Days of ’49. Down by the river side. Dree dousand miles avay. Ellen Bayne. Fearfully and wonderfully made. Flow gently, sweet Afton. Farmer sat in his easy chair. Gentle Annie. Guilty or not guilty?--_Recitation_. Goat, The. Gum tree canoe. Hazel dell. I’ll hang my harp on a willow tree. Is it anybody’s business? Irishman’s shanty. It’s funny when you feel that way. Indian hunter. Indian warrior’s grave. Ingleside. Irish jaunting car. John Anderson, my Jo, John. Johnny Sands. Katy’s letter. Kiss me quick and go. Kate Kearney. Little old duddeen. Little Yawcob Strauss--_Recitation_. Little more cider. Miss Gruber’s boarding house. Maggie by my side. Merriest girl that’s out. Mike Brady’s shirt. Mistletoe bough. Meet me at the lane. Mulligan guard. Nettie Moore. Nicodemus Johnson. Nancy Till. O’Donnel Abu. Old arm chair. Our front stoop. Pat Malloy. Patriots of Ireland. Pat Maloney’s family. Pretty Jemima, don’t say no. Pull down your vest. Perhaps she’s on the railway. Pirate’s serenade. Polish boy--_Recitation_. Paddy Blake’s echo. Rose of Allandale. Row of tenement houses. Ring, ring de banjo. Regular army, O! Rory O’More. Spade. Stump speech. Shelling green peas. Skin-tight pants. Tipperary christening. They’ve all got a wife but me. Three black crows. Twinkling stars. Tapping at the garden gate. Thou art gone from my gaze. Valley lay smiling before me. Walking down Broadway. Why should the spirit of mortal be proud--_Recitation_. Wait till the clouds roll by. When the band begins to play. What is home without a mother? Who will care for mother now? Widow Malone. Wrongs of ould Ireland.
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Wehman’s Collection of Songs, No. 4.
CONTAINING 99 SONGS.