Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1856-11-26

year, Wnom the coid-Dl0O0ed heaQ OF /
the firm had turned to the door, on ac-
count of the abominable musk of which |
the silly creature was redolent. The pin,
the gloves, cane, and the scent, were the
products of self denying mothers care,
in the fond faith that her son would turn
out mar, Poor thing! it wears mask.
There is the elegant carriage, with its
accompaniment of livery and lap dogs
dashing through the park. Smiles and
beauty recline at the lett. Moustaches
and dignity occupy the right. You think
of your own insignifcance and dream of
the happy home, even of the servants
of the lady and lord in the carriage.
Short-sighted mortal! If you would
ask that beetle browed Jew about the
elegant equibage, he would say in the
words of one of Elisha's students, "Alas,
master! it was borrowed" Each of the
goodly couple wears a goodly mask.
There is the young tradesman, just be-
ginning business. Everything seems
prosperous and promising. Porters
crowd his door, livelied servants run out
and in, and his vans roll the streets
heavily laden with merchandise. He
has begun on borrowed capital, and in six
months he will figure in the gazette. The
man wears mask. There is the street
tumbler, cracking merry jokes and caus-
ing all who see him to join in his ex-
uberant mirth. Poor fellow he has
tried everything to save dying wife and
a starving child in his wretched lodgings.
This is his last SHIFT. If he succeed not
now, he must crawl to the hated work
house. The man wears a mask. There
is the clergyman, with ample gown and
snow white bands, reading in sonorous
tones the dry and pointless homily (which
he never wrote and to which the con-
gregation listen with the patience of mar
tyrs, secretly rejoicing that twenty min
utes will end their sufferings. To man,
they know that DR.. tumble wears a
mask. And there is the quack preach
er. who gathers gaping crowds to wit
ness his pious bufoonery, which he cool
" ascribes d zeal for the salvation of
souls, or blasphemouslY traces-te d.
vine afflttus, carrying him beyond the
limits OF ministerial eaTnestness in 'the
work to which he has been called
The holy empire wears an in,pudent
mask. Ye ministers of providence and
guardians of humanity Whatever ye
may do with the rest, tear the masks
from the faces Of the last named two, for
they ale the enemies of truth, and the
manufacturers of mocking in6delity -
Doctor tumble and his class are the dry
root in the church as established by law,
and Mr.. Bubble and his class are the
blight Of the church as established by
liberty. Both churches are needed BY
the nation, and half dozen more if we
could get them. to work up the raw ma
terial of humanity into something like
civilization, life and beauty but the
Fumbles and the Bubbles should be in.
duced, if possible, to turn their attention
to some useful pursuit-the former, say,
to street orderlies, and the latter to that
Of hotel touters. 1t is pity that we
have not some national arrangement, by
which the genius of every man shall find
its proper sphere, without the clashing,
the eccentricity, and confusion that too
often take lace under the liberty which
we have carried to such absurd lengths!
The Two Lights.