The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1849-12-12
THE MLsER.
4 S = ETC II.

'1lccc il that scacreh and yet incrcaseh. ana there
is that wloldetl moro than is meet and tcndcth to
poVeriy'--PRoT VERBS OF SOLOMON.
1t is more pleasing to depict the Lie of the
good man, but light and shade make UP the paint
er's canvas. knew miscr, churl; tn 70 hcred-
itary bondsman Of master passion. Seventy
years of solitary selfshncss had procured him
the mcritcd contempt Of the world. 1t is easier
to look upon the boldest villainy, than upon an
uncomfortable littlencss ofsoul. His enormous
wealth like great pool, damned up and
stagnant, and never yielding one precious drop
to icrtilze the earth. Hd was a reclusc, stran-
ger to the ties which bind one to friends and kim
bred, and thence, by thousand sweet linkinps,
to the whole family of man. Possessing moth
ing in common, and living supremacy to himself,
he was constant exemplication that There is
that witholdeth more than is meet, and it icndeth
to poverty
A, the cpicurc rcves upon rich feast, SO he
gloated upon his wealth. All! it was pleasant
when no eye was gazing, when his doors were
barred, and only the dim light stole in, which he
regarded with jealousy, to bring it forth from its
mysterious corners, dark holes, hidden nools to
| count it, to recount it, to touch it. Its music
was sweeter than that Of the spheres He thot
Of it all day; he dreamed of it all night 1t was
the solitary idea that filled up his whole soul;
his only darling; his life; his light; his poetry;
his star. Ills existence was stagnan: pool, a
dead sea; no breeze ever stirred its waters into
commotion. The hopes, the fears, the joys, and
the ambition Of other mon, We're narrowed down
into ono hope, one fear, enc Joy, and one ambi-
| ton. While the expansive energies or bancvo-
ttlepce of some minds have found the world itself
TOD tpntenptible a theater, his was compressed
into avery speck, point, possessing ample
room and verge enough within the limits of his
Golfers 4onsthat sordd prison house it went
forth ON no errands of mercy. 1t was enough
that the same bounds which held him there a
willing slave, forbade the entrance ofanothcr.
/ have thought that mothers affection sur
\ passed every other passion of the human heart
4 But considered not the nliser's unremittinc,
soul-engrossing, selfdcnying love. I thought
not of the piercing cry, My ducats, my ducats,
|my golden ducats!' more agonizing than that of
My son, my SON. Like fond parent, he could
not let the light ofhis eyes go from him. lest the
image that he loved to gaze on should be tarnsh-
ed; neither would he barter it for the worlds
comforts. He knew not the Injuries, nor ever
the commonest nccessnries Of ldesx The pren1-
ises on which he lived had q poveftv-stricken
air The house presented strange coiitrast Will,
the gay tenemcnts Of his ncigha No cheer.
full paint adorned IT True, IL 81 once received
a coat, but that could not last u - the ex
penditure was too fearful to be renewed 81 6nkt
was scarce seen to issue from The chimney. foj
ever came it forth in a rish daS Volume, but Il
a lean, curling, silveEy 10 vanishing streak a.
Within, all things wcl alike cheerfess Iii,
one inhabited apartment was like prisoner.
T dreary cell. There was no sound, save the voice
of the cricket from the hearth. A focksbcd, ;
few broken utensils, a table, and chair fn the
last stage of dissolution, makeup al its furniture
His garden, which scarcely had the appearance
of such, contained few scrubby vegetables, as
the gardens Of Nova Zembla might produce.
. Yet they were quite enough for him who wa.
, guilty Of worse gluttony. Some fruit tree,
struggled with the thin soil but the fruit scarce
" had heart to ripen; it dropped, withercd Of
j, worn. eaten, on the ground The very dog
looked as if he found few crumbs beneath his
masters table Lean, cadayerous, and ,aorose
he lay snarling on the threshold; he was too poo,
to bark aloud And yet there was some myste.
rious sympathy, some misery Of his own to brood
over, which kept him at his post. Attached tc
the premises was COW. She was very pic.
ture, and chcwed the perpetual cud Of despair
Her bones were eloquent. The milk which q
generous creature yields up without stint and
willingly, appeared in her case a very robbery
And 81 last the horn distcmper seized on her
and she went down to death. He took what he
could take- -hsr skin; and that was depriving her