Loudon free press. (Loudon, Tenn.) 1852-1855, 1853-08-26
For the Loudon Free Press.1
THE LOVE OF FAME.

HE Low OF FAME.
While treating upon this subject, Would in
quire of every rational intelligent.bei under
the wide spread canopy of heaven, whether he
does not possess that burning desire, within,
which glows brighter, and burns deeper than
living Goals, famed by the golden wing revolv-
ing upon its silver axis, set in motion by the
mighty crank of industry, who does not wish or
have some inclination to attain that degree Of
eminence in the world, where he viii be ena-
bled to exert an influence ON surrounding Ma
tons, laying hold of the great cause Of his coun-
try and yielding its helm to her great interest
and to the glory of God, the upholder and sup
porter of the same; but we look around and
what is the response2 Old men trembling on
the verge ofhe grave ready to step forth from the
worlds stage of nation, having buried tai
ent beneath the rubbish of Incidence, and now
at his Lords reckoning he returns that which
was given him; saying here Lord is that which
thou gavest me. | know that thou vert hard
Master reaping where thou hadst not sown,
Depart thou slouthful servant into the grave,
with all of thy blood bought and heaven favor
ed privileges, resting back accurst upon thy
own head, and thy fame covered with you in the
narrow limits of the tomb. But we look again,
and yonder we see the middle age man crop
ling his way through the dark recessess of ig-
norance, and present as well as future disgrace,
leading his tender offSprings blind-folded thro'
the world, who was designed by omnipotence
for higher and more noble purpose. Hope
less fate where will the God of light and revela-
ton burst forth upon your understanding, and
break asunder the bands of superstition and de-
liver you from the body of this death. Whilst
looking this vast multitude of evil spirits and
damnabe ghosts, reeling 70 and fro through the
valley of obstruction. We see a vast Mountain
rising above the plain; and as it rises it begins
to spread and extending still higher until at
length her summit is lost in the blue arch of
the ethereal worlds, and upon all sides of its
base are engraved, the Hill of Fame, and the
road to Honor. There it is that we see that
little band famed or encouraged by the Golden
wing, as it makes its revolutions upon its great
axis. Some have Just entered its base, others
are upon still higher eminences gathering un-
fading beauties from the craggy sides; wearing
crowns of honor purchased with industry and
perseverance, from its rugged sleeps, and while
with telescope eye, they look through the
mist towards its summit, they behold others
reaching forward to mount its highest pinnacle,
until they have exhausted their strength, and
then looking around them they behold the name
of Sir Isaac Newton, where he stood gazing
in the celestial worlds measuring their vast dis
tances, and calculating their immense veloci-
les. Licurgus who regulated and made Laws
to rule whole nations, and a George Washing
ton who grasped sword in one hand, and the
white flag Of peace in the other, marched forth,
the faced and expelled an invading foe, and
reared upon the free soil of Columbia Re lie Ban
ner of American Liberty. There too they can
see the name of Benjamin Franklin, the Phi
losopher, the friend of men, who eaptivated the
clouds and brought their lightnings down-a
Patrick Henry shining forth one of the bright
est beacons of American Liberty; Daniel Web
ster an orator, Statesman inspired with en-
thusasm and the love of his country. And too
might l add, the old veteran of Kentucky, to-
wit Henry Clay, who grasped this nation in
his wide expanded arms when she was about
to be split asunder, and welded her with his
mighty voice which is still reverberating thro-'
out the length and breadth of North America.
w. L. A.