Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-04-07

III our darkest hours of trouble and deSpondcn.
cv sunshine will sometimes burst upon lis Il:
suddenly as bottle Of singer-pop. There are
many golden threads that might be woven in the
wool of human existence, if man would only
take the pains to pick tlcE up. Alack! it is
too true, that many of the beautiful flowers
that grace the margin of lfc's stream are LETT tc
bloom unnoticcd-to wither ami die, after hav,
ing wasted their sweetness upon the desert
airp But, by the great mogul Of gulls if MY
brother man has Il mind to be so foolish as tc
refuse the warm sunlight and court the cold
storm, | shall consign him to the pity OF that
Providence, whose tender mcrClcs seem some.
times to be bestowed, with 4 reckless cXtrava.
gance, upon objects as unworthy Of Il blessing
as cockroach in plum-pudding.
Ny hearers: I tell YOU there ARE many sunny
spotS in life-as sunny as the south side of a
Methodist Westinghouse. TO receive u kind
favor from any one in this frosty, uncharitable
world is finding a sunny spot-a gladdening
oasis in drcary desert. When, in foreign
land, and surrounded by strangers, you come
across true friend, whose sympathics naturally
melt and minglc with your own, like beeswaS
and tallow, you find sunny spot-a cheering
glade in gloomy forest Doing up courtng-
getting married having good wife or husband
making up after a love quarrel-rccoreIing
from sickncss-rccorcrng ages-suddcnly
receiving in full from dubious debtor-a little
unexpected good luck-or a lucky escape from
a threatened attack Of poyerty-are all sunny
spots. But some spots are more sunny than
others some are as bright as timed rool
beneath an uncloulcd MONDAY sun, while others
are more like patch Of pale uloonslhc upon
the sable garb OF night. The sunnicst spot that
ever shonc in my dull existence was the spark
ing of that lovely angelic creature, Sarah daw-
thorn; but, alas she kicked the bucket one
day about sunset, and left the world to dark
ness and to me-"
Nv hearers: there arc striking lights and
shades in the grand picture Of life. They are
thrown in to relieve it from a monotonolls tame
ness, which we, change-sceking mortals, could
hardly endure. Variety we want, and variety
we must have-athough we sometimes get more
CAYENNE and mustard than is pleasing to the
nalate. We are satisfied with each different
season rs it rolls round, and why not welcome
the vicissitudes Of this varying sphere? Nature
looks pleasant and smiling in spring, while TAX
inr the first stitches towards her summer dress
in summer she appears lovely, while elegantly
attired from top to toe-and, for my part
admire her even when the rude embraces ol
autumn have musscd her hair and rumpled her
drapcry.
Now, my dear brethrcn seek for sunny spots
and you will find them; bntif, like melancholy
owls. YOU arc determined to keep in tue old
woods Of .wo and misery during the day, and
only come ont at night to complain of the dark
ncss-why, then, the sooner you are o-p-n for
another world, the better it will be for you
and the community at large We don't want
gruInblers here to create dscord i'll the complete
orchestra of the universe, or to mar the social
harmony that exists among mankind. II you
think there arc no sunny spots for you between
here and the latter end Of Il natural life, 1adviSc
you to take aShort cut to etcrrity--and bcqneatl
Your old boots to me. So mute it be!