Columbus Democrat. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 18??-18??, 1852-12-04
Saturday, Sermon.

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Saturday, Sermon.
To Tie ZOatcys-Hearken unto me, ye strick-
en- deer, We somoing sons of mushroom days,
hearken unto me for | speak to you not in
bitterness but in enderness for your state; not
in anger but inhcartiet sorrow The light
of other days hasaded, the sceptre has departed
from your house ne cup is shivered in your grasp
and your bright reams quenched forever. The
davs of loafng haye passed away, the bright sun
ny DAYS when Advent merry as the peal of bell,
| when money wa held but as dross, when economy
was secuted as ameanness when bank notes not
only were good, jut flew like fur in cat fight,
when tavern presented no bills when tailor
would beg for yor custom, when friend would
open his purse nd mention no time for repay
hent, when th, broad light Of fortunes sun
beamed full upot the land and left no shadow on
its faee-all, all have passed away like the rosy
hues of dream The bloom of your world has
melted off from its bones and the rough grim
skeleton of rugged reality grns ghastly before
you.
The change the times has fallen heavily on
ALL Nabobs haze broken railroads have stopped
canals are damned up, Banks are damned down
merchants have closed doors, carpenters have
pawned their pines for bread and turned over
their hammers t, the sheriff, and the deep gloom
of despondencyhangs like fog over the land
Faro dealers have melted their boxes, because the
gold goose had quit laying; Doctors are driven
to eat their own drugs Lawyers are selling their
books and turning to food for the stomach what
was meant to le food for the brain, and over the
wide Union thegrim form Of want stalks dreanly
abroad
But Of all tie victims Of this mighty reyulsion,
of ali the sufferers in this awful change upon
none does it fauwith such stunning effect as upon
the poor. fIiendess devils whom | now address.
For none do feel such poignant regret, such
heartfelt sympathy. We philosophical yagabonds,
denizens Of the world, loiterers upon time, specu-
ators on eternity. how my heart beeds for you i.
A All other victims have some resource. The burst
ed up shopmsn may CLEAN something from the
wreck of his better days. At easthe may retain
the credit of employment and claim to be settling
up his busnessn-that believe Is the phrase. Inc
swindler though broken, has still the tools of hls
trade while his brain is clear, and the maze OF the
court records Offer fir field for his labors.7 The
sullen artizan may still ply bis trade though his
his gains are less aud at all events the public do
main offers a home to the squatter. All meet at
least the commisaation Of their luckier neighbors.
But upon YOU nc eye beams kindly; no sympa-
tbv sottens vour distress When your hard fate
claims the notre Of some sleek son Of plenty, a
scowl of contempt is the doom which awaits you.
In this town 4 religion and prayer, where the
church bells nag am eternal roundelay, and the
peope are hoase with the singingof hymns, you
alone are scoufuy secuted even for faithfully
followinp the mandates Of the great founder Of
their faith. Y, take no heed what We shall eat
or what We shal wear. and let the morrow take
heed Of itself, which were his commandments; aud
II IS that whci makes We 70 be loafers. That Is
the receipt tomake them 20 order complete
Names too haze changed with the times. Your
name has become reproach and scom and the
philosophic cosaopolite with bis dreamy medita-
ton. who LAUGHED the world aside and bid It pass,
Is scornfully seated as mere common place
vaeabond. The draw no distinction between
YOU: all your merits. all special characteristics,
an individualitie are drowned and blackened IN
that one genericterm. But there d one at least
who knows youbeiter; one who not only grieves
for your sufierigs but APPRECIATES your motives,
understands yor peculisrities. and can separate
and distinguishthe pure, unalloyed, genuine, re-
fined and sublnzted l0afer. from the various
eoarse copies mich cluster around him and WI
,arize his name Now, there Is the slothful Dun
derhead who psses his days N senseless stHpor
who neither lughs nor talks nor thinks, nor
dreams during he i've long day. Nothing anu
- or grieves osarcuses him. He feels no pleas