The Yazoo Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1840-1842, 1841-11-12

From the Sunday Mercury.
SHORT PATENT SERMONS.
NEW sBRIEs-NO. Xxx.

The words Ofmy text, by somebody, may
be found somewhere, as follows
And as fretful antiquity cannot be mended.
The lonely life OF the Bachelors ended,
Nobody mourus him, and no body signs,
Nobody misses him-nObOdy cries;
For nobody gneves when the Bachelor dies
NV dear hearers-However sad, lonely
and sOrrOw-sricken as are old maids, and
however much we may feel inclined to anne.
liOrate their condition, il ought to be gen.
orally known that the situations of old
bachelors are equally as unenivalble. They,
too, are smutty ears of corn, thrown over
upon the other side of the heap of human.
ity, to remain unheeded, and, perhaps,
never husKad at all--and thoy don,I sOoHn
to care whether the argus-eyed world looks
upon them or not, 50 long as the main spring
of self keeps IT'S temper, and the machinery
of msanthrOpy continues IN motion. From
their dark dens of selbacy they fancy they
can look out upon the mingled multitudes
of earth, and enjoy the moving panorama of
mankind, unseen and unnOtCed but if they
could only taste the bitterness of the scorn
kept in store for them, and be made sensl-
BILE of their own foOllshness and folly, am
sure they would throw open the doors of
their gloomy cells, let in the light of love,
and crawl out to bask in the warm sun of
matrimOny.
| NV frlends-An old bachelor should re-
collect that he is an agent OF the Almighty
that he was sent here not only to fill
certain vacancies in the scale Of being, but
to assist in the manufacture of such mod
dels uf humanity as the advancement of
science, civilization and refinement re-
Iquires. He is not Of the neuIer gender
neither should he be passive; but the differ
ence between a man and a dispepuc mon
key. An old bachelor, my friends, so long
as he remains a bachelor, is, nobody. but
a galVanlshed lump Of loCOmOuOn, mono
polishing altogether 100 much room in the
social circle and | consider il an extrava-
CANT waste of the raw material for Nature
to amuse herself in rigging up such an IN
profitable specimen of the genus homo
He is ahe-graPevlne, growing ID wilder
ness q: wO-bullding Purchance in bloom
but blOssOmng never 10 ear--He is false
flower, in the gay garden of the world, tina
Z never fractifes, but fades and falls beneath
}: the pre- mature trOsts of a cheerful exhist
! ence. But my dear friends, the old bach
{ elor is a sensitive being withal. He has /;
. heart like wax, that will receive the mos
DELEGATE impressions, though it never cal
melt the wameth of love. Yea, his hear
predOmnates over the pluck; and thu
threads of feeling are SO finely spun, tina
sometimes the least breeze of disrespec
will snap them asunder, and leave the ficklt
web of his happiness as tattered and tori
as paper kite in a hail-stOrm
NV hearers-If there are any old bach
elors among you, in whom there can b.
found single spark of virillty smoulderinj
in the ashes of determined neglect, | advis
- you to get up and snake yourselves, and g
. Oui aud take smell of those haIf-wither
cred flowers, comonl' called old maids, who
by our own obsinacy, have been left t
drop and decay in the shade Of disappoini
ment. Yes, go now and water these fen
mime posles with the last sprinkling Of you
pots; and, depend upon it, they will chez
up, revive, prosper and prOduce--and caus
De the parent shrub to put forth fresh leave
of Joy. And, my dear young rascals-yo
juvenile renegades--yOu who are so Mi