Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1846-01-29

v" ""y ""S ny 'SA' oNhN ""N'Ni ~
these words
Slayer or slain, 1t matters not
We strugglo-pcrlsh--are forgot
The earth grows green above the gone,
And the calm heaven looks seruy on"
My hearers-I don, see wha, we have to
Drag or feel proud Of We are nothing
but detached masses of common clay, pos
sc.sing power of locomo,lun and mbuod
with thoughts and feeling ;-advalanches OF
humanity down llc's hill, with
increased velocity, into the dark vale of
death Coming genera,Ions--approaching
in mighty thrOngs, with low, incessanl
thunder and perfect rush, like focks OF
sheep or herds Of bufiaIoes,are crowding d
lumbing u, by scores over the fearful prcc.
pee Down we SO, boys, with all our
grea,ne.. and boosted honors and the pea
san, ploue gilman as he guides his share in
after time among our ashes, will! not pause
to consider whether the heap that vert
king will grow any be:'or potatoes than
the mortal refuse Of poor pennyless fool.
Then, my friends, of what have we to feel so
almighty proud Ola fine noble appear
ance 2-as we'll nigh, horse or a jack
ass. or elegant apparel so may leop-
ard or peacock. OF riches 2-they are
ours but fora day; old Ocean hath them
forever, and yet he behaves JUS, as he would
without them. OF reason, intellect and I'M
ders,anding they are the gifts of God,
we ough, to feel ashamed OF ourselves that
we make no better use Of them. OF su
peror,y over all other beasts Get out
the lion licked the unicorn in q fair fight,
and then went about his business as though
nothing Of the kind had happened Had
one of US accomplished such victory, we
should have thrust our hand, IN ur breech-
es pockets thrown back the head nut for.
ward the breast and bell y-given a stride
that would have reached half way to Ore
gon -straddled pyramids-pufed out the
cheeks, and let of steam, gas and wind E.
nough for forty steam boats, as many bal
looms and large windmill The matter
+ is, we have really nothing to feel proud OF,
but truth. honesy and justice; AMI these ar
ticles are so very scarce that not one in a
thousand can adjust his crava, jerk his coat
collar, and pull down his vest, with noble
consc business Of having them IN his posses
sion.
MY friends-as says the text, tce Nrug.
gie We struggle with circumstance
struggle TO stem the tide Of adverse fortune
struggle to get above one anoiher---s,rus
Gle TO get married and then too frequent
ly y like a couple Of wres'ers, he to &c,
each other down-s,ruggle with The devil
oil through lfe-and nj last, have despe
rate struggle with Death. Foolish beings !
We take Time by the coat tail, pull back
with the might Of a maggot and imagine
we can hold him in his Impetuous career
We strip Pleasure TO the skin, her
cloak, frock, bonnet, hustle and all rot
her Of every charm-and then say there is
no such thing as pleasure in the world l.
We eIlnguish the torch that Hope holds
in her hand, and follow lightning bugs IN
to a mud.puddle BY superlalve folly
you brighten Happiness from your freside'
and then say thai she has left your bed and
board wilhou, cause or provoca,lon =
Thus man makes hills to tire himself with
in climblng-produces darkness to srumbl'
abou,-creales corns to swear aI--and puts
! difficulties in his path in order that be may
= struggle with them Well, my friends, /
YOU can't move without hrS setting hre Il
your shirts, all have to say IS, Blaze a
way-any thing to give you start.
Nv dear lllends-we perlsh--are for
gotten. Yes sc are composed OF very
peri.hlng stuff Improvements have oee'
made upon sImos, every thing but flesh
ihs, Il any thing is no, so able to stand The
Storms and tempest Of time now as II vas IN
the days yore More than medal TO HIN
who esn proofuae We live hardly
Ioug enoughto eouu, sixty IProv'ded h'
count but one a yeari-snd then We ereef
under grouo3-,hrOugh sutterrsaean pas
sage. We perish, and a monument, per
chance, more enduring than human h<sh
marks The spo, where ne rest but thai too