The weekly Placer herald., 1854-05-27
For the Placer Herald.
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Either how canst thou say to thy brother:
Brother, let me pull out the mote that is in
thine eye. When thou thyself beholdest not
the beam that is in thine own? Thou hypo
critic cast out first the beam out of thine own
eye then shalt thou see clearly to pull out the
mote that is in thy Brothers eye
Luke 6, AZ.
NV poor deluded brethren: If any of
you did not hear the text, speak out, and
I'll read it again; and more of them too,
enough to fill an almanack, all out of this
same blessed book, touching on the same
subject. But if | should commence at
Genesis and read through to Revelations,
you would all sit there looking rs demure
and sanctfied as though you had not lum-
Der enough in your evangelical optics to
make toothpick for musquto baby.
But you are as much mistaken as though
you had Inadvertently consumed your
linen garments. Although your eyes are
lumber yards there is nothing green in the
visual organs of your reverend PASTOR
The time was brethren when his eyes
were filled with the sawdust of selt-con-
ceit, but he called in council of the old
spiritual doctors from Job, M. D., down
to the professor Jude, and they took
some of the Sugar-of of Faith, the
white vtriol Of repentance, and filled up
the bottle with the clear water of Brother
ly Love and Charity to all mankind, and
with the syringe Of exhortation they scour-
ed out the foul opthalmia.
My sore-eyed brethren if you will 60
home to the silence and solitude OF your
onH homes
apply to those old eye doctors, you'll find
that like the "raZor-strop man" they have
''more of the same sort left" 1t there
ever was a crowd that stood in need of
their services, it is this same congrega-
ton that brother Grimvisage has been
groaning, sweating and pounding the Bible
for the last six months. 1t IS all very
fine my hearers, to 60 about the streets
wagging your heads, and wearing long
faces, standing in groups on the corners
of the streets, and in alleys and in by
places, talking about dishonesty, corrup-
ton and under handed dealing, when the
very money that bought your last cocktail,
was the price of your earthly reputation
and your immortal souls. "Here's luck"
said you as you elevated your little fingers
and made a telescope OF the bottom OF
your tumblers, and "Here's another luck"
said the Devil as he looked over your
shoulder and winked at the barkeeper.
He lent you that money on bond and
mortgage, on your souls. You are "im-
proving the property" fast and when he
purchases you'll find it nearly - awful.
It's all very delectable, and genteel to
write newspaper paragraphs, full OF hints
and inuendoes, charging political dis
honesty and private unworthiness, calcu-
lated to forever damn those who oppose
your views, aud who stand in your way
as you climb the ladder of lnfamy. That
constitution" will break one of these days
and the higher you climb upon 1t the
deeper you will sink when the crash does
come, into the gulf that yawns beneath.
A most beautiful and delightful thing
it is, to sit up where you think the world
thinks you above suspicion (and you
ought to be) and point out and call atten-
tion to possible peccadilloes of those
whose position exposes them to the scru-
tiny of the world. say my brethren, 1t
is delightful to pour out from the poisoned
tongue the subtle and base inslnuatlon
that may perchance blast the fair name
of another with a blot SO foul, that the
cold SHOWS of century though they may
bleach the thin and scattered locks OF age,
cannot restore to him, that which thou
hast taken yet cannot repay, for thou hast
it not, spotless character. Oh the beam;
the beam that is in thine own eye. Ye
sit so high that ye think none may perceive
it; perhaps they may not. But you bold
faced hypocrites, let your reverend pastor
assure you that old BeeIzebub is no mug
gins. He stands peering into your eye
with joyful grin, overspreadIng his noble
countenance, he sees the beam, and his
bowels rejoice and he wags his mighty
tail in internal glee.
Oh, ye hypocrtes! the devil has got
use for those beams, he has got ten thou
sand billion cords of them sawed, split
and snugIy piled up in the wood house OF
hell, and ten Thousand million years snail
We tote them, amid shrieks of fiends, and
roaring flames, and groaning OF damned
souls, to feed the fires of eternal perditlon,
while seated high in Abraham's bosom,
sucking an orange plucked from the Tree
of Life, your respected parson will look
down upon your torment, and blandly
say, amen! SO mote it be.
PRAIsEGoD STIGGINS.
The Albany Knckerbocker copies
recent article from the Mirror on the
"Power of the Press" and adds:
s.Ths article is suggestive. NO busl-