Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1848-07-04
Short Patent SermOns.
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Ths world is rough and drearY,
And life is sad and weary.
My hearers-there is no usein talking
about getting along smoothly all the way
through this world; for such thing is
impossible for man, monkey or mouse.-
The places that seem the smoothest are
tho slipperesI, and when you think you
are sliding along so very pretty ana sale
you may be brought to a horizontal In
the twinkling of bed bost. -
Who standeth, let him take heed lest
he fall, and whose rideth, let him look
GU! lin these revolutionary times) lest ne
be thrown,-- That the natural world Is
rough we all know. 1t hath its noun.
tains, hills, swamPs, and marshes, and
man can't smooth them let him do his
best or bis nastiest; and as for the social
world, il is as rough as the back OF
hedgehog, unless you can make 1t
smooth by hypocritical polishing, gliding.
or silver washing. But all this won't
wear-the base metal will show itself
almost prematurely for self satisfaction.
The world we live in is rough one,
anyhow. By its revolutions we are jolt
ed and jostled about, like passengers over
a corduroy road in Ohio. Every turn
upon its axes knocks men, matters and
things, out Of their proper places; and |
have known even kings to be tumbled
from their thrones, ssif by some sudden
jerk ofnature. A -.
NV friends-this world is not only a
rough but a dreary one. 1t is vast
wilderness, in which we mortals are
doomed to wander in doubt, trouble, care,
and uncertainty. 1t is true that busy
Fancy brings us many boquet of beauti-
ful flowers, and that Imagination some
times converts a goose pasture into a
perfect paradise; but alas! how untilneiy
seem to fall the frosts of stern reality! In
q moment. every ideal blossom is wither.
ed--the most promising buds of hope
are blighted, and the world is wild aud
dreary waists again. Thank God, how.
ever, that although we are surrounded BY
gloomy woods and forbidding forests. we
can always look up and catch glimpse
of heaven. Yes, brethren, there is &
light kept burning above to cheer oul
pathway to the tomb-to assist US ovel
the rough and slippery places of the
earth, and to enable us to see our way
clear to the ferry between time and eter
nifty. When mortal first sets out upor
the journey of existence, he says to him
self that the world must afford him a Clio
1ious treat; but when tired, care worn, ant
weary, he lays himself down for a com
Portable nap in the grave, he gapes
stretches, signs, and feebly exclaims: it il
a glorious humbug after all!' Verify
friends, this orb of ours is dark, rough
and dresry one; and ii you won't harbo
the hope of a better, You may go to heel
zebub in despair land will give you E
posterior shove to facilitate your progress
' My dear friends SHAT life is sad anc
weary may be accounted for by reasons
too numerous to enumerate. 1t you don,
have any work to do, you get dull, law
peeVish cross, and miserable; if you have
merely enough to occupy your time, you
think # a terrible drudge--that you are
burthened with more than any other jack.
ass eansbear; and if you happen to find
yOuyselfi ia easy circumstances you im-
agine il hard work to look after them.--
Mans inhumanity to man, makes count
less thousands mourn truly remarked
may friend the bard of Gloughshare; and
yet mans inhumanity to himself is the
cause of q vast deal more mischief. AS
brother Beadle says,he won't do nothing
if he can help it but below for assistance
and let fortune favor him with millions
still he is as mercenary and miserable as
ever. He may live poor, but die rich;
and this reminds me of passage Of
ScFipture that says il is easier for an ell.
ephant to crawl into woodchuck's hole,
than for rich man to smuggle any Of
hiss earthly effects into heaven. Life.
though. TO all is more or less wearisome,
Time flaps his leaden wings, like sea
gull, over DISCONTINUED waters--day:
crawl away with snail.Iike pace, not
withstanding years roll round in rapic
succession. Yet there are other matter:
that make life weary. The thread Of love
contains many an ugly knot--and as fol
Professed friendship the less said about /
the better. You must all try to make
The world as smooth as possible. and rem.
derlite as easy as circumstances will
permit So'mote i. be!
-psa isTtAsm Dow, JR.
CURE OF HYDRoPHoBIA.-Mr. Jane,
a. Hubbard, of Bond county, Illinois. in
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