The Texas Miner, Volume 1, Number 4, February 10, 1894 Page: 1

VOL. 1
NO. 4.
Study is the apprenticeship of life.—[Flenrv.
Labor is often the father of pleasure.—[Voltaire.
lealousy is a secret avowal of our inferiority.—[Massilon.
Our country is that spot to which our heart is attached.
He who lives but for himself lives but for a little thing.
There is nothing that fear or hope does not make men
believe [Van Venargues.
How can we expect another to keep our secret, when it is
more than we can do ourselves (—[LaRochefoucauld.
Man is an eternal mystery, even to himself. His own person
is a house which he never enters, and of which he studies but
the outside—[E. Sourestre.
Lover, daughter, sister, wife, mother, grand-mother—in those
six words lies what the human heart contains of the sweetest,
the most sacred, the purest.—[Massias.
Lost yesterday somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two
golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward
is offered, for they are gone forever.—[Horace Mann.
To live without bitterness one must turn his eyes toward the
ludicrous side of the world, and accustom himself to look at
men only as jumping-jacks, and at society as the board on
which they jump.—[Chamfort.
Few who ply the quill for a living succeed in feathering
nests.-[Kate Field's Washington.
Wifey—Have you still unkind thoughts of that old rival of
yours? Hubby—Yes. I hate him because you jilted him.
—[Brooklyn Life.
Little Boy (with toy camera)—Call that a cow you are draw-
ing? It doesn't look like a cow. Little Girl (from Boston)
This isn't photography. It's art.—[Puck.
Star Boarder—Here is another fly that has met a watery
Landlady—Where is it.
Star Boarder—In this pitcher of milk.—[Puck.
Teacher—I gave you three examples in arithmetic, and you
have not done one of them.
Pupil—No; my father told me to "always shun bad examples.
- -[Exchange.
"Did you say the dog was fond of children?" asked a pros-
pective buyer. "Yes, sir; that's the reason I wants ter sell
him, sir. He eat up my youngest child, sir; and me wife's
distracted, sir.—[Philadelphia Record.
"Miss Parker—Maud—will you marry me? Let me be your
protector through life, your—" "Thanks, Mr. Reeves, but I
must decline. I am not a protectionist. When I marry it will
be on a revenue basis entirely."—[Harper's Bazaar.
"Can you let me have five dollars^ I left all my money at
home, and I haven't a cent with me," said Johnnie Fewscads
to his friend Hostetter McGinnis. "Sorry I can't lend you five
dollars. But here is a nickel car-fare. You can ride home and
get your money," replied Hostetter.—[Texas Sittings.
The late Mr. Jay Gould was that man, and probably no one
in the country was so widely known, by reputation, and at the
same time so little known about the real man as known to
his family and the few friends that knew him intimately. He
was beloved by his wife and children, as but few men have ever
been, and his life, and his life's work was for them; a more
loving, united family was not to be found; they, and only a very
few friends knew his kindly, sympathetic nature, and of his
charitable deeds that were as shrewdly, secretly and silently
carried out, as were his business operations that carried terror
to the Wall street operators; the first they knew of his operations,
they were completed, and none of the fraternity ever succeeded
in raiding his different railroad properties without at some time
being taught a lesson that depleted their pockets, and that was
the reason he was so cordially hated by them, and from them
emanated many of the lies that was circulated broadcast over
the country against him. Mr. Gould visited this town and
dined with Colonel Hunter on the last trip he ever made,
visiting his numerous railroad properties; with him was a
number of railroad officials and their wives; Howard Gould, his
third son, and the Misses Gould. He pronounced this the best
regulated coal camp he had ever seen. A little incident, show-
ing the man, is worth recording: In going through the tin shop,
he said, "I suppose that I am the only man here that can make
a tin pan, and I can " and he did it.
He was a good friend of Colonel Hunter. At one time
we were present when Colonel Hunter was renewing a yearly
contract with the Texas & Pacific road for coal; Colonel Hunter
wanted a long contract, he said "no Colonel, I can't do that.
If it should turn out to be a good one, nothing would be said;
but if it should turn out to be a bad one, they would talk worse
about me than they do now." It was his patriotism and belief
in this 'country, combined with his great energy, and good
judgement, that enabled him to become the great railroad
magnate he was at the time of his death.
George J. Gould, the eldest son, received his business
education under his father's own eyes. He undoubtedly intended
that George should perpetuate what he builded; and it would
seem as though the same shrewd judgement that he evinced in
his business transactions so successfully, would prove true in
this case, for the able way that he has piloted those immense
properties through the Cleveland whirlwind—cyclone—blizzard
of 1893 shows him to be a man of more than ordinary ability—
that such men as Pierrepont Morgan, Russel Sage and Sidney
Dillon believe in him, settles the matter. Mr. George Gould is
a most excellent listener, he hears what any one has to say,
looking at you all the time with those piercing black eyes, and
hardly says a word, but it is evident, as the Irishman savs, "he
is kaping up a divil of a thinkin'." Edwin Gould, in the face,
looks more as his father did than either of the other 1 .
Howard Gould is said to be more like George than E
Miss Helen Gould and her sister are lovely characters, very
like their mother, who was as sweet a woman as ever lived.
What the late Mr. Jay Gould accomplished in a short life
time, is one of the marvels of the latter part of this wonderful
Nineteenth century.

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McAdams, Walter B. The Texas Miner, Volume 1, Number 4, February 10, 1894, newspaper, January 27, 1894; Thurber, Texas. ( accessed March 23, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History,; crediting Tarleton State University.