The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1855-02-09

are badly mistaken, and the sooner they are
undeeeived the better.
But TO return TO the gubernatorial ques-
ton. We repeat that what we have said on
this occasion has been induced BY no other
motive than a desire to correct wrong I'M
pressions and prevent unpleasant feelings,
perhaps Injurious reflections, hereafter. We
could not in justice TO that portion of the Peo-
pie of our section with whom we act, have
said less-we have no disposition to say
more. .-.. .....
MONEY MATTERs.-Wo gather from our
Northern exchanges that affairs in the money
world are becoming little easier, although
the market is still tight enough to be uncOm-
Portable. The good time coming" is yet
lingering in the distance; but it is nearer to-
day, perhaps, than it was yesterday. In this
direction, people, taking the cue from the
newspapers, begin to complain of +" hard
times" tight times" "pressure in the mo-
ney market, and so forth and so on And
yet we confess we cannot perceive any very
marked change-all seem to have pretty
plenty to eat and to wear-the old fogies
move about with the same measured and
substantial tread as in days of yore, and
Young America smokes and "damns his
eyes" with as much energy as in the most
prosperous hygones, when the needful,"
like Sheridan's brandy, was "Iaying around
loose" -mcchanr who haven't too much
street business get along very wcll-thc
lawyers, who wax fat and kick while their
clients grow lean, are employed from morn
till noon and from noon till dewy eve, in un.
raveling the intricate mysteries and laying
bare the abstruse beauties of the uncer-
tain science. The doctors, poor fellows, are
the only class who seem to be hard up for
something to do. As to the oflice-scckers,
bless their patriotic souls, no change is OBJ.
servabie in them-thcir love for tbs people
is rs boundlcss and i,limitablc as ever, their
smile rs continuous and compliment, and the
grasp of their hand rs ardent and prolonged
as in the "good old days" BY the way
what pity it is there are not more Of.
fees within the gift of the peopleI There
is so much talent, so many aspiring minds
left to pine in obscurity, like flowers born to
blush unseen and waste their fragrance on
the desert air, i is really mournful to think
upon But to return TO the "hard times"
The truth is, the people Of this section either
have plenty to go upon or contrive to get
along very comfortably without it. Some of
the knowing ones profess to believe that we
will all ''see sights" before the present year
closes. Cracking, grumbling, and prophecy
ing evil and distress have more 70 do in
bringing them on than most people imagine:
in destroying confidence, and causing those
who have money 10 clutch and hold on to it
with vice like grasp. The man at the "look.
OUT never shouts "breakers ahead" thereby
spreading terror and dismay among the crew,
until ne secs lhe Wnlte-creSteu loan which
unerringly tells him of danger. For ourseIf,
we prefer the bright side, the sunshine to the
cloud, and think it will be time enough TO
complain of distress when it really comes
10 shrink and grow fearful and untrusting
when we hear aud see the rafting arrows
of the storm. 1t is all right, proper and
sensible to anticipate pleasure and happiness,
but to torture ones self with gloom forebod.
ings and prospective trouble and sorrow, is
worse than foolsh-t is sinful If we had
fewer prophets of evil the sunny spots in
lite's rugged march would rapidly multiply.
Heed not the croakers croak they never so
wisely. II dollars were as plenty as potatoes
in Limerick, or blackberrics at June, you
wouldn't be Bit happier or more contentcd.
All a man gets in this world is his victuas
and clothes and some little Injuries not me-
ccssary to mention. Wrap yourself up, dear
desponden. reader, in this reflection, when
you hear the cry of "hard timcJ," eight
times" distressing times" and all that sort
of stuff with which certain Imaginative wri-
tiers weekly afflict the public, and who croak
for the same reason that owls boot and asses
bray. Hug it to your bosom, and the "hard
times" wont "fase' you.