Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1859-08-12

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d significant nod Of the head. 4
SoL1LooUY.-Mad delusion all 0l
my soul, pause in thy career end rec
fleet! Why all this struggling for a
name? What means it by sosmany at
tempts to be something in the sphere
Of nothing? Like as if q bubble should
contend against the rapid stream for
station, which in q moment would fall
Of itself. 8t -. SAD =
Why press forward to make on APP
pearance for the sake Of being seen, as
ifhonor and famewere hap piness? This
if seen / condemn in others: and vet
guilty of it, myself? Forget / that
am but Of Yesterday, and tomorrow
am no nore What insanity to think
SO much about few days, and SO lit
tie Of endless ages !? Patriots, polite
ians, heroes, and favorites of fame in
past generations ! Where are they
Gone beforerthese by one step, and
these by another shall follow. How
few Of my deceased acquaintance are
SO much as remembered and how soon
like them shall Ibe forgotten? Many
prime servants Of the crown now sleep
in perpetual silence, and their names
remembered only as they arc seen in
some antiquated register. So shall it
soon be with all living mobiles /; the
high, the low So let it be with ne
to repose in the stillchamber Of forget
fulness. But is life SO frail? yes, it
is like the grass, a withered leaf, flow
err, short breath !; swift as the wea-
ver's shuttle, an eagle on the wing, a
wind that passes and comes not again.
For while bewail q departed friend,
death suddenly seizes me, translates
my lamentations to another tongue that
|is most nearly oncerned in me, who
also in little time must follow into
the silent grave, and leave the protract-
ed elegy to be continued by their near
est felatlOuS.EaGe ass sS ASH KsgsA
So mourners pass away, but mourn
ing continues. Surely / need not be
SO anxious about a life so short, a
world SO vain, where I am onlysa pill
grim, and stranger. Then, o, my
soul, let the world 60, and spend this
short life, these few winged moments
which are all unnumbered to thee in
nothing but looking out, andlaying up
for eternity. sas5ssl a1s sesy-
MODERN EL1JAHs.-It is not well
always to look on the shady side Of
affairs. There are men who came in
to existence under shadow, and the
shadow has logged their lives, and all
that is bright, and pure, and beautiful,
takes the somber hue Of their own fan
cies. Their religion consists in be-
moaning the evils Of the world, IN Ia
menting the gradual decadence of
good, and in regarding all home evils
and foreign complications, asa ssigns of
the tines They are the Eiiiahs, who
retire into the wilderness Of then: own
contemplations, saying ~, even | only
am left, !" unconscious that all the time
there are not only the ssseven thousand
who have not bowed their knees unto
Baal," but that multitudes are every
where obeying the gospel call. They
are the Jonahs sitting under the gourds
Of their own security, amazed that the
judgments Of God do not descend upon
guilty world. These hypochondriacs
are seldom found among the earnest
workers, whe seek to leave the world
better than they found it, but among
those who see its evils and set by with
folded hands, q sa q
Stop THAT PEEp1NG. Take our adj
vice and never watch your neighbors.
1t is vulgar practice at best. More
over, it is very unsatisfactory one.s
Listeners, they say. never heard any
good OF themselves. In the same way.
peeping folks never see much to graft
'fy their complacency and this coca
sions feelings which do net tend to
render life at all more agreeable, But,
worse than this, in arrogating to your
self the right to watch others, you tao
lily admit their right to watch you.
And however correct you may be III
your department, however unimpeach-
able in your course, there are always
points Of moment which you prefer to
keep to yourself. There are always
circumstances which, when fully under.
stood, are honorable but which when
grasped, as a watcher must grasp it, il
disconnected parts, are susceptible Of
sinister Interpretation, and your neigh
bors may not be Of as charitable
nature as you.
AS GOOD AS IF IT WERE Esop.
The Nantucket Islander saws that,
the following story was lately told by
reformed inebriate, as an apology
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