The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1846-05-09
SHORT PATENT SERMON.

You may find my text somewhere IN these
words:
Slayer or lain, it matters not,
We s'rugglo-porish-ar forgot!
The earth grows green above the gone,
And the calm heaven looks serenely on.
My liEARERs--I don't see what we have n
feel proud Of. We are nothing bat detached
masses OF common clay possessing power Of 10
comotion. and imbued with thought and feeling; |
avalanches OF humanity-rowng down fc's
bill with increased velocity, into the dark vale |
OF death! Coming generations-approachi |
mighty throngs, with low, iaccssant thunderi
and perfect rush like floCks of sheop. or herds Of
D"baloes-a7a crowding and tumbliGg ~ bv
scores over the fearful precipice. Down we 20,
ooy', with all our greatness and boosted Eonorsi
ehd TIE peasanr ploughman, as he guides his
snare IN after time among our ashea will no,
pause TO consider whether the heap that wer,
KING Will grow any better potatoes than the S
mortal refuse of poor pennylesa fool Then {
my friends of what have we 10 feel so almighty .
proud! or fine noble appearance So may q
leopard or peacock OF riches! They arc 8
ours but for day-old ocean has them forever. G
and yet behaves just as he would without them | A
vi reason, intellect and understanding? thew n
are the gfis OF God, and ought TO feel aehari Ii;
co OIL ourselves that we mako no better use Of Is
Git out. the lion lcked the unicorn in fair fight til
and went about his business as though nothing ID
had happeaGd, Had one of US accomplished hi
such victory, we should have thrust our hands W
IN our breeches pockete-throw back the head va
pu, forward the breast and beliy-givon q stride NJ
that would have reached half Wav TO 05eron- W
etraddled pyramile--putfad out the cheeks and di
let Off steam, gas and wind enough for forty co
steam boats, as many balloons, and an extensive US
Irntn sbo IL, -, Ii
ing to be proud Of but truth, honesty and ius-
;ce and these articles are SO very scarce, that
not one in thousand can adjust his cravat, ~
jerk his coat collar and pull down his vest and III
with noble consciousness Of having them in his "
possession. ~
My friends-ns says tho text, zoe struggle, m
struggle to stem the tide OF adverse fortune TAI
struggle TO get above one another--sruggle to his
&c, married: and then, (too frequently Ike ~,
couple of wrestIers, help to get each other m,
with tho devil all through lfe--and, at yo
last have desperate struggle with Death fc
Foolish beings! We take Time by the coat -,
tail, pull Shack with the might Of maggo. and mi
imagine we can hold him in his impetous ca M,
rccr. We strip pleasure to the skin, take cloak r.,
frook bonnet, hustle and allrob her Of every ~
charm and then say, there is no such thing as 20;
pleasure in the world! We extinruisn the 81;
torch that Hope holds in her hand, and follow ,yh
lightning bugs into "a madpudd'e! By supora- doe
tive folly, you brighten happiness from your bed 5c,,
and board without cause or provocation!'--lf g11,
Thus man makes hills 10 tire himself with in ,,;t
cmbing--produces darkness to grumble about The
creates corns to swear at--and puts difficult 49,
ties in his path in order that he may struggle tbo
with them! Well, my friends il you cant move 80,
without first setting fire to your shirts, all ,b;s
lSVo 70 say 10 0''@' @"'J ''l'B W give is L
you start. Tho
My dear frieuds--we perish-are forgotten. gro
Yes, we are composed OF very pershing stuff. part
improvements have been made upon almost ev- visi
nv thing else except lesh--hat, if anything, is the
lot so liable to- stand the storms and tempcst of
inc now as it was in the days of yore. More
han medal To him who can make it time
roof! We live hardly long enough for man Y
O count sixty provided he count but ono ,,rl
earl and then wecreep under ground--though fbs,
subterranean passage that leads to--the Lord in !,
nows where. We perish, and monument . ~,
more enduring than human flesh, old
marks the spot where we rest but that, falls and
Ike all things eartbly-and then we are forgot NOR
en-. Whether slayer slain, lord or loaer There RI
We lie and the children of future generations war
WI p'tch pe'lnies VI soot ,iiaruieS upon our nine
taves' as uhcohsclouSly as cnurch nice MAKE Eng
'bles. The earth will still grow above US, and and
ut forth its wonted variety OF flowers, weeds mnl
md toadstoos, the sky will look down as serene. ,;on
y as overland the world will wag as usual bav,
mero 10, -, a'n eoicei.eu, po'npoos llah- and
mere 10Y and plaything of Time--in,o the un- Sta,
ahomed depths of Eternity as ofthe ten pins Iscl
hat fa by the skill OF the bowler so let Us saw 80
nose tnat are Knocked down by the cu1gel of ,ecr
'ea'h--Set 'em up agin So mote ii be! ~, ~
DOW, in. nor