Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1853-03-02
short Patent Sermon.
Rolling Onward.
BY DOW, JR.'

T1xr-Rolling, rolling, keep the ball arol-
NY HEARERs: when speak ofrol-
ling, you needn't take particular
pains to understand that have re-
ference to ten-pins-though | have
no objections to your INDUCING in
that species of healthful amusement
as often as time and money will per-
nit. What | mean by rolling is that
you should keep matters rolling on
ward-push ahead, and not allow
them to rest and stagnate. Perse-
we're in all things, put your hand to
the plough and never look back, and
the time will come when your car,
riage will pass the huts and dens OF
poverty as unconcerned for a dollar
as a duck for an India-rubber over
shoe.
Ny friends: see how the whole
universe is made to roll! The sun
moon and stars are all Of a globular
form, and they are bound to keep
rolling SO long as the years rollround.
There is nothing square in nature
all approaches more or less, to rotun-
dity: Do you know beast, bird
fish or creeping thing that is square
in itsmake? No, l know you don't.
Mans body is round, his head is
round, his limbs and his bones are
round, and so on all round. He is
so constructed that he may roll along
tumble along, or get along some way
or other; but a square thing can't
bulge an inch. No this ball of NOR
tai flesh should be kept rolling, in
constant EXERCISE as much as the
rolling spheres. But one half of you
don't roll enough to keep from mould
ing The consequence is, your pres
ent shabby exteriors, and the spiders
of melancholy weave their webs in
every corner of the brain. "keep
the ball rolling" is the motto for all
all politicians especially. If you
getup an excitement in favor of any
particular candidate for the Presi-
dency, you must keep the ball a-rol-
ling or probably he won't get a
chance to sleep within the walls of
the White House. Would-be Presi-
dents are like balls of snow; the
more you roll them the greater they
grow Tin imagination) But there is
one thing certain, we must all turn
to Clay at last, not politically, but
literally speaking, Yes, dear breth-
rem, time rolls on, and it won't be
but little while before we shall all
be rolled into our graves. The grass
viii grow green above us, the flowers
will bloom at our lowly bedsides, the
birds will sing their mathis and their
vespers in the thick summer foliage:
but we shall not behold the beautiful
flowers, nor hear the sweet songs of
the little merry birds. No, we shall
be there 'as snug as a bug in a rug
as blind as bat, as deaf as a post,
and as stiff as poker;only we shan't
not we. The souls old clos lie
buried in the ground, but the dispos-
SCISSOR still lives, clothed in the unfa-
ding and unwearoutable garments of
Immortality. Meanwhile Earth and
her, sister Seasons roll on as usual.
One generation passes away, and
another succeeds. The living won
der where the dead are gone, and
wait with fear for the solving of the
great mystery. You will all find ii
out eventually; but while you Give
and have your being" do your
best to keep the ball moving $50
mote 1t be-"
THE SMlNoLrs.-Ger. Blake Off
cially announces to Governor Brown
the refusal of Billy Bowlegs and his
party to emigrate, and recommends
that the country be surveyed into
at once--the surveyors to
be protected by the military ofFlorida,
etc, and that 800 Creek warriors be
sent to the swamps, under their own
officers, and in their own way, bring
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