Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-04-30

The, burnt cabin was nevcr rc5built;
! Aloreland removed to Dover, thence to
Portland, Maine, where he, became an ox-
ttensiye ship. builder-but he never forgot
TIE NlGHr OF TERROR. ~, - -,
Old Hundred. ~ 3,
Tho following tribute to- that noble old
religious melody, "0ld Hundred" is as
| true as it is eloquent -N.*& t,s Ts
1fitbe true that Luther composed TINT
| tuno, and il the worship ofmortaIs is CARRIED
on the wings Of angels to heaven. how SoIiep
has beon heard the declaration "They are
singing "Od Hundred" now" .Tho Sok
emh strain cartiesus back to the times of
the Reformcrs-Luther and his 'AdeyoteE
band. lie, doubtless, was the first to strike
tho grand old chords in the public sanctuary
j. his own Gemauy. From his stentorian
lungs rolled, vibrating not through the yapl-
tea cathedral roof, but .alonga grandor arch
| the eternal heavens. lie wrought into each
note his own sublime faith, and STAMPED it
with that faiths, Immortality. Hence it
cannot die. Neither men nor angels will
let 1T pass into oblivion. '.y ,e,i ~. .ts.-t
Can you find a tomb in the land where
sealed lips lay, that have not Sung that tuno?
1t they were gray old men, they have heard
or sung Old Hundred" Iftlicy were babies
they smiled as their mother rocked them TO
sleep, singing "Old IInndred." Sinner ana
saint haze Joined with endless CONGREGATIONS
where II has, with'and Without the neoling
organ, sounded on the sacred air.
| The dear tttleGhildrsn. looking with Won
noring eyes on this strange world, have
hsped It, The sweet Young girl, whose tomb
stone told OF sixteen ,Summers---She whose
pure, Innocent face hauntcd you with its
mild beautyz-loved "Old lInndred." and
she, sang 1T, closed her eyes, and seemed COM
munins with the angels who were so soon to
claim 1t. lie, whose inanheod was devoted
TO the soryiee ofGod, and he who, with tue
! white hand placed over his lab0ring breast.
| loved = Old uuudred;Y and though some.
times his lips only move, way down in his
/ heapt. so soon to cease its throbs, the holy
melody sounding. The dear white haired
old father, with his tremulous voice. how he
loved "Old Hundred. "Do you see him now.
sitting III the venerable arm chair his hands
crossed over the head of his cane, his silyery
! locks floating of from his hallowol ten,plcs.
ana tear stealing down his care-worn,
4 iurowcd checks, that thin, uuivering fall
tcring sound. now bursting firth, now lis.
tcning tor in vain? If you do not, we do and
from such lips, hallowed by four score ycar$'
service in tho Masters cause "Old Hun
dred'' sounds, indeed. sacred melody r-,s
/ You may fill your clIoirs with Sabbath
prima donnas, whose daring notes emulate
the stceple. aud cost about as much-but
giveuS the spirit tones Of the Lutheran
hymn, sung by old and young together
Martyrs have .hallowed it; it has gone up
from the band of the saints. The old chur-
chcs. where generation after generation have
worslhpped, and where many scores of the
dear dead have been carried and laid before
tho altar, where they gave themselves to God,
seem to breathe of odd Hundred" from
vcst'bulo to- tower t3p; the air is haunted
with its spirit.
Think n moment of the assembled compa-
NY, who have at different times and in differ
ent places joined in the famiIiartme. Throng
upon throng--the strong, the gentlc, the
brave, the beautiful, the wrapt faces, oil beam
ing With inspiration of the hea> cnly sound.
void llundrcd!' king of the sacred band
of sacred airs !" Mover shai our cars crow
weary of bearing or our tongues of sin ging
thee. And when we GcttolIeavcn, who knows
but what the first trumphul strains that vel
come us may be-" Old Hundred"
HUMAN WEAKNESS. nothing, perhaps,
,lnes man show his Weakness more than in
his inaptitude or unwillingness to learn his
own experience. How little do we p,efit
from the past. Trouble is interviewer in our
little thread of life and disappointment is
comnon TO the, lot Of all. And yethow snw
are we to realize this fact. Elated almost to
the height Of intoxicatioh when our wishes
are gratihcd. and we are prosperod with
success, we arc detected and dispirited al
most unto despair when bitter disappoint-
ment ~ithers our Joys and blasts, our pros
poets. - A-g .-..1 ~. s,-st1 rs, ~ :
Thinking too much ofthe present., We give
the rolns to the monientary impulses of'lour
passions and feelings, and too often allow
them TO ran away with our reason and judr-
mcnt; and hence it Is, that men are so gen
orally dissatisfied, and are afwats looking
for something they do not find Disconten.
tel With the present, man looks back upon
the days of the PAST, and attributes to them
q perfection which they never had, save in
his own Imagination, As those days. hotSey-
er, can not be recalled, he looks forward to
the future, and pictures, in his hayward fam
Gy scenes of happiness yet to be realized.
and then, as he jourDeysOn, and finds them
not, he gives way to feelings of. despondency.
llo thought to pluck the rose and lily, bnt
is rricked and pierced by the sharp thorn
and briar; and vexed, worried and despair
ing. he may bcConc,a hliSautbrope.
But let us norerIgife place to such weak
ness, and may, the past teach US. profitable
lossona, so thatWe shall not forget. .As 3 IS
'Lifc's richest music tiscords will retent.
And every blessing has its kindred bpne "
I SLANDER; Against slander tlierc2 Is 30
defence. Hell cannot boast as foul a iiend,
nor man deplore so fell foe; it stabs
with sword with a nod-with a smile.
It's the pestiIepce walking in darkness,
spreading eontagion far and wide which
she most wary traveller cannot avoid !, it
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