Democratic banner. (Bowling Green, Pike County, Mo.) 1845-1852, 1850-09-16
snort Patent-Serrnon.

Short Patent'SerInOn.
have chosen nv next text from the political
writings of Alexander Pope. These are the
words:
ssHope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but alw ays to be blest."
NY hearers-the chief end Of man appears
to be to contrive ways and means to enjoy hap
piness to its fullest extent; but it often happens
that the more he exerts himself TO gain this de-
sired end, the farther he aPprorimates from it,
a. the negro said when he ran after his hat in
gale of wind. We mortals find considerable en-
jOymeu; in drinking the cup of anticipation, but
when it is boiled down TO the sap of reality, We
find its sweets too sickening to be relished for
any length Of time-so we return to the cup
again, and soolh our anxious soul with the ex-
pectaiion of something still richer to come. As
soon as one bubble of hope rises from the well
spring of the heart and bursts upon the surface,
another and still another follows in quick sue
cession. By their continual bubbling and burst
ing they keep our bosoms in a state of perpetu-
al eifervescence, which so exhilirates and pleas
e., that many Of our past and present ills are
overlooked, while Fancy is feasting on future
delights. Truly readeth The text: Man never
is, but always to he bIest. His bread is hope,
thickly bespread with The butter Of expectation.
He is always poor with what he actually pos
sesses, hut as rich in the idea Of what he is go
ing to have. as ffe luckless leafer who eases his
soul upon the seductive promises Of lottery
ticket. While angling for his gold fishes in the
sunlit stream of expectation, he says to himself:
sThese flatteriIg nibbles give full assurance OF
glorious success and when catch this one and
two more, I shall have three!''
NV friends ds-Hope is the nurse Of ambition.
II coaxes it to climb as well as creep, and builds
for It a castle on the highest summit OF fame.-
She rocks the cradle Of fcare--binds rosy wreaths
around the brow Of age, and ganishes mans path
tothe tomb with the fairest flowers. Without
hope, happiness were as dead as mutton, and ev-
ery earthly enjoyment would be sullied and
dimmed by the dust Of doubt. if not completely
darkened by despair. She journeys with us
through veal and through woe on our pilgrim
age tothe grave--lends us staff when our knees
begin to tremble with age--and sits smiling with
her pinions folded upon the tomb; but as the vi
tai spark expires. she spreads them in the air
and takes heavenward fight. TO conduct the
spirit to mansion of peace in the realms OF I'M
mortality.
NV hearers--you are all so constituted by ma
ture, that although you had whole ocean Of en-
icyment to yourselves, you would still want
few extra puddles Of pleasure in which you
could paddle for the sake of vanity. Could yor
have the privilege Of every bung hole belong
ing to each barrel of bliss, you would still hav'
an itching desire to geta suck at the sweet eide
contained in every small jug Of joy. Some ofyo'
drink beer, wine, whisky punches, gin-sling'
and brandy cocktails, in order to obtain happ'
ness. You feel merry for the time; but as yo'
never are, as says my text, but always to b
blest, You continue repetition Of the doses til
you ovsrleap the climax, and find yourself sunl
deeper in the slough Of sorrow than at the out
SIS. The only way 10, to indulge in nothing tha
has tendency to enslave the mind and corrup
the Ener fsslings---imagine yoursnlf as hapr
a circumstances will peTmit---and don't neg
lst present opportunities for the sake Of thos
that lie hidden in the unmatched egg Of the future
Yss, my friends, you must make the most Of tn
reesent hour, II you would have your anticipa
tions of happinsss to become half realized. B
.industrious, sober, moral.--cultivste your undel
standines a 4 farmer cultiyateth his fields