Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1843-06-03
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r. made iuF any man, nor tof any god. The II
'n Of all gods figuFes itself to lis as. d 5ublin
go sadhesh-eaftestness Of infinite battle again
/, iniininite labor. Our highest religion
- named The Worsl1jpef sorrow For the Ff
re Of man there ID ne foble crown. well worn,
II even III worn, bit is h crown Of lierns L
9" These things In spoken Wordr, Of stiIl bette
10 IN ielt instincts ia every heart, were one. we
known.
Does not The whole wfeteilednass. Il,
whole 4AthaisHi, hi | call il, Of mans ways, |
these generations, shadow itself ID that lit
u spaakable Life philosophy Of bis the pretef
ID sIon ID he what he calls 'iappyf' Every 81
" tifnlost W~liipeter that walks within i shin ha
q his heha filed with the notion that lie Ii. sha
v be. or by Nil human and divine laws ought 4
be. happy His wishes, the ~pitifulest wlip
sier'ss are to be fulfilled Tor hin bis dave
The pitiiulest Wliipster's. arc To dow Oh in ey
81. gentle current of enjoyment, impossible
eveii tbr the gods. Tbs prophets preach |,
d us. Thou shalt be happy thei shalt love
pleasant thttiEs and find them. Tho people
~olanof. Why have I've not found t~lnasati'
4 things I .e.- g s=.-- -=# 5 u F..s.
We conatfiot our theory of liumay, tluties,
not On any Greatest Noblenese Principle, ne.
yer go mistaken no, but Oh a Greatest l.at.
pinees Principle. 'The word !sJu1 WIth us,
M IN eotne Slavoni6 dialects, esettis to he by.
anonymous with iSteRtaeh' we plead md
speak IN our parliatnants and elHewhare. not
aa front the Soul, but ffoli, the Il pnaeh i
wherefore, indeed, our plesdinps are 40 SLOW
TO profit. We plead not for Gods Justice
we are not ashamed 10 stand elalnoring aud
| pleading for or own interest. our w rentH
and trade profits we say, they are the inter
eats Of So many. there Is such an intense dc.
aire for them In upi we demand Free Trade,
with matl, iuet voeiferat,rn md benetolenee.
that The poorer classes who are terribly ill4oil
Mt present. may have cheaper New Orleans
bacon. Men ask on free trade platforms. how
can the indomitable spirit Of Engiishnien be
kept up without plenty of bacon ! We shall
become a ruined Nationl-Surely. my friends.
plenty Of bacon Ia good and Indispensable /;
but. | doubt, YOU viii never get bacon by aim.
ing only nj that. You arc men, not animals
of prey, well4used or ill-used Your Great
eet%-llappiness Principle seeme 10 mo fast be-
coming rather an unhappy. one.-What il we
should cease babbling about 'happinesa,' and
leave II resting on its own hasit, az it used 10
dol 5f" f"F #A a7+'%5 #'47#
A gifted Byron rIseH in hiH wrath, and feel
ing too surely, that he for hie part In not 'hap-
py.' declares the satne in very violent Ian.
| r NhEN " ~ FttAs W iSNE tsitb ifihA VT Tvs
esting. 1t evidently has surprised him much.
One dielikee to see a man and poet reduced
TO proclaim oil the streets such tihings but
on The whole. as matters go, that Is not the
most dialitahle. byron speaks the truth in
this matter. Byron's large audience indicates
how true it Is felt to be,
Happy my brother First OF all. what
difference is 1t whether thou art happy or nett
To-day becomes yesterday so fast. all to-mor.
rowe become yesterdays and then there ia
no question whatever OF the happiness but
quite another question. Nay. thou hast such
q saered pity left At least for thyaolt thy very
pains once gone over Into yesterday become
loys to thee. Besides. thou knowest not what
heavenly bleasednesB and Indispensable sana.
tive virtue wat in them thou shalt only
know il after may days, when thou art Wiser:
A benevolent Old Surgeon sat once ID our
company, with q patient ta,,Sn sick by gour.
mandising. whom he had just, too briefly I.
the patients judgment, been examining, The
foolish patient still Mt intervals continued 10
break in on our discourse, Which rather pre-.
missed to take q phllosophic turn; "But | have
lost my appetite" said he, obiurgativoly, with
a tone Of irritated paihos II have no appr.
tite ! can't eat f--"My dear fellow" IN.
swefed The Doctor in mildest tone, VT IL ri
the slightest consequence and continued
his philosophical dlscoursing with us
Or does the reader not know The history of
that Scottish iron Mieanthropel The inmates
Of some town-mansion, in those Northern
parts, were thrown into the fearfulest alarm
by Indnbitablo symptoms Of ghost inhhhiting
the next house, or perhaps even the partition
WALTZ Ever ut a certain hour, with preterna-
tural gnarring, growing and screeching,
which attended as running bass, there began,
in q horrid, semi-articulate, unearthly voice,
this song 'Once | was hap hap-happy, but
now I'm mees-erable / Clack-clack.clack, !
gnarr-r-r. whuz.z:g Once | was hap hap-hap-
py, but now I'm mrts-erable !"-Rosi, rest,
perturhad spirit or indeed, as the good old
Doctor said My dear fellow, it is NJ of the |
slightest consequence But MOI the perturb-
cd spirit could not rest and to the neighbors,
fretted, attrighted, or at least insui1erably
bored by him, It Tds ofsuch consequence that
they had to 90 and examine in his haunted
chamber. In his haunted chamber, they find
thai the perturbed spirit is an unfortunate
rusty Mea,iack, gnarring and creaking with
rust and work and this, in Scottish dialect, |
is It's Byronian musical Life philosophy, sung
according to ability!
Truly, | think the mar who goes about
pothering and appearing for his 'happiness'-
po,hering, and were It ballot boxing, poem
making, or in what way socver fussing
and e~xerting himself-he is not the man that
will help to get our knaves and dastards ar
rested y No; he rather is on the way to in
crease the numher-by at least one unit and
his tail /! Observe, too, that this is all a mod
crn affair; belongs not to the old heroic times,
but TO these bastard new times. Happiness
our beings end and aim is at bottom, If we
will count well, not yet two centuries old in
the world. t4ss .+ @ s'@. $685. +"
The only happiness a brave man ever trou-
bled himself with asking much about was,
happiness enough to get his work done. Not
II can't eat :" but II can't work ?" that was
the burden of wise complaining among men.
1t ;s, after all, the one unhappiness of man
that he cannot work that he cannot get his
destiny as a man fulfilled. Behold, the day
is passing swiftly over, our life is passing
swiftly over; and the night cometh, wherein
no man can work. The night once come, our
happiness, our unhappiness-itis all abolished;
vanished, clean gone a thing that has been:
mot of the slightest consequence whether We
were happy as eupeptic Curtis. as the fattest
pig of Epicurus, or unhappy as Job with pots
herds, as musical Byronw it'll Giaours andsensi-
hilities of the heart as the unmusieal Meat
jack with hard labor and rust! But our work
behold that is not abolished. that has not van
ished our work, behold, it remains, or the
want of it rsv,snls for endless times and
eternities, remains; and that is now the sole
question with us forevermore! Brief b~rawling
day, with its noisy phantasins, its poor paper
crowns, tinseI-giit, is gone and divine ever
lasting night, with her star-diadems, with her
~siieuces and her veracitiess ID comes What
hast thou done, and how! Happiness, unhap-