The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1858-05-22
T,utli End r ror.
From the Ante ira. Sfthe Brsakssi Table-Af.


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Iwonder if anybody ever finds fault
With anything | say u this table when i |
is repea,edy l hope they d., ! am sure /
| should be very certain that had said
nothing Of much signi6csnce, \ they did
not.
Did you nevcr,in walking in the fields,
come across large fiat stone, which had
lain. nobody knows how long, just where
YOU found It, with the grass forming a
little hedge, as it were, all round it, close
to its edges, and have you not, in ODE
aience to kind Of feeling that told you
it had been lying there long enough, in
simulated your stick. or your foot, or your
fingers under les edge aud turned 1t over
as q ho seville turns cake, when she
says to herself, ats done brown enough
by this time? What au odd revelation,
| and what an unforeseen aud unpleasant
surprise to small community, the very
existence OF which you had not suspected.
until the sudden dismay and scattering
among its members produced by your
turning the old stone over! Blades of
grass hatteped down, colorlcss. matted to-
ge,her, as if they had been bieached and
/ ,roned; hideous crawling creatures, some
of them coleopterous or horny-shelled,-
turtle-bugs one wants to call them; some
of them softer, but cunningly spread out
aua compressed like Lepinc watches; Ma
ture never loses crack or creyicc.mind
you, or joint in a tavern bedstead, but
she always has one OF her fat-pattern live
t,mekeepers to slide into it, black, glossy
crickets, with their long tiiaments stick
lug out like the whips of four-horse stage
coaches; motionless, slug-like creatures,
larvae, perhaps, more horrible in their
PUPPY stiffness than in the Internal wriggle
of maturity! But no sooner is the stone
turned and the wholesome light of da, let
upon this compressed and blinded com
Ia unity of creeping things, than all Of
them that enjoy the luxury OF legs-and
some Of them have good many-rush
round wildly, butting each other and ev-
erything in their way, and end In gen.
eral stampede for underground retreats
from the region poisoned by sunshine
Merit year you will find the grass growing
tall aud green where the stone lay; the
ground-blrd builds her nest where thu
beetle had his hole; the dandelion and
the buttcrcnp tire growing there, and the
broad fans ot nsect.angc!s open and shut
over their golden disks. as the rhythmic
waves of bissful consciousness pulsat,
through their glo ihcd being.
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There is meaning in each OF those i'm
> AGES, the butterfly as we'll as the others
The stone is ancient error. The grass Il
human nature borne down aud bieacL GO
81 all its color by it. The shapes thai
!, are found beneath arc the crafty being,
that thrive in darkness. aud the weake
l orgarssm kept helpless By it. He wh'
turns the stone over is whosoever put
the stat Of truth to the old lying incubus
/, no matter whether he do il with serious
l face or iauyhiug one. The next Yea
lands for the coming time. Then shai
the nature which had lain blanched an,
broken rise in It's fun stature and nativr
hucs in the sunshine. Then shall God
MINISTRIES build their nests in the heart
Of newborn humanity. Then shall
beauty-Diviuity taking outlines and col
ors--light upon the souls of men as tn
butterfly, image of the beatitie1 spirit ri
sing from the dust, scars from the sheI
e that held poor grub, which would neye
have found wings, had not the stone bee,
$ lifted.
You never need think you can turn ov
er any old falsehood without terribI
sauirming and scattering Of the horri
: little population that dwells under it.
: Every real thought on every real sub
: ject knocks the wind out of somebody O
e other. As soon as bis breath comes bae
he very probably begins to expend it j
hard words. These are the best evidenc
a man can have that Ia has said some
!, thing it was time to say.