Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-26
CONTRIBUTORIAL.

less. Benjamin Franklin mot to mention Moln-
er doose) has several trite coupets about It.
Granny Franklin (he was our Grandmother, and
we have family right to call him Granny-at
any rate we are sure that he was somebody's
grandma a)-Granny Franklin, we say, asserts
that early rising makes men ''healthy, wealthy,
and wise" We infer that that was what did so
much for him?
But, seriously. We are to speak of it in rea-
son. 1t depends so much upon circumstances,
whether early rising is advisable or not, that
such sweeping proverbs are likely to mislead
rather than to inform. We are aware of the i'm
portance of early rising to those engaged direct
ly in agriculture. To such it is vitality import
ant; but makes even them neither healthy,
wealthy nor wise. It is expedient for their
business merely. In damp localities, even to
them, toe. early rising is unwholesome. To milk
maids, and newsboys (such as Granny Franklin
was when he wrote such stuff) early rising is al
so e1pedient.
Let us see-Healthy, wealthy, wise. In or
der:
Healthy?-We humbly opine .hatthis depends
entirely upon the climate. 1t may be true Of
Philadelphia, where Granny Franklin made al
manacs: but in the moister and more variable
climate in many sections of South Carolina we
seriously believe it is not so. Here, the heavy
dews and abundant malarial agents found every
where, especially in our autumnal morning at
mosphere, render different course advisable,
in the pursuit of health, &C least. Atnight, al
the miasma sinks near the earth. The earliest
rays of the sun expand this and send italoft into
the upper air, where it is out of reach. The
early sun also dries the superabundant moisture
from dew. Thus two items Of safety are secured
by not rushing too early out these mornings
Better-safer, at least, we opine-wait till the
sun has dissipated the poisonous miasma and
dried the dew-drenched sward, lest the lungs
inhale the one and the feet get wet in the other.
We know that the poets rhyme about rosy finger
ed dawns, daisy -dews, and peeping days, and all
that; but we respectfully submit that science
| anu common SeuSe nave GuC OSOiooo
over poetry in so practical matter. Let the
sun be up half an hour at least-an hour for, in
valids-before venturing out; and nerer take
active physical exercise before eating something.
We are aware that the proverb says,-"The ear
liest bird catches the worm" A very good sug-
gestion to birds; and whenever we want'worms,
- AL hocS 10 haS
business for the worms to be out so early.
Wealthy I'VE have no experience and very
limited observation on this branch Of the subject.
Wise ?-The venerable author of the healthy
wealthy and wise rhymes always rose very early;
from which we infer that very early rising has
tendency to develop the faculty for silly rhymes
and IN general to soften the BRAIN We advise
against it.
Let US not be misunderstood here. We are
no advocate of late sleeping. That may be
worse than the opposite course; and generally
is, because it looses so much time. We have no
patience with it, no plea for it, and enter our
disclaimer in the most explicit terms.
lheysn1OmentS OF AAcs
The drowning man, tits said, Will : fast the pulse
Of life is failing with each gurgling gasp,
In one bright lightning fash Of memory,
Reviews his whole past life, at once then dies.
The victim of the highway murderer's hand
May ask moment for dying prayer.
His lips implore. His soul is at the shrine
Of memory and the hurried pistols fash
filings light agleam Ger all his years Of life.
Life often has such hours as these, or may.
The lover, when he realizes first
The touch Of Fate-and ere his hope be born
Turns short, at once, abruptly to his past;
Sees all in agitation unduates,
And trembes into living hope at last.
The orphaned heart when first it hears the dull
And pulse-like whispered word, "Alone," looks
! back
Towards infancy. Or, when one looks his first
Upon kinsman's brow, just pale, aghast,
With sudden murderous bloody blow. Or,
when
Whene'er the souls hurled back upon itself,
It sees ITsELP-itself, the one effect
Of all its past-itself, the echo clear
Of all the voices lost back in the years
Agone-itself, the ambrotype cast on
The traceless glass by solar rays and shades
Of life-itself, the living shape impressed
By every passing hand, since infancy,
| Upon the plastic pure intelligence.
In moments such as these, the spirit sees
| Its very self-the total-sum of all
Its thoughts, and hopes, oil spirit-deeds, and
prayers,
All crystallized into one single drop
A gem-a soul.
And there are times for all
Of u.s. apart from sudden haps, when soul
Turns back upon itself-when spirit scans
ITS features in mirror. Times like these
Are sacred. Heed them well. They come but
i once,
1t may be, uninuokea, in each ones life.
Some moonit night, it may be, calm and hush
I ed
We pause in step. The touch Of Fate creeps DER
Us as we stand-a nameess thrill that stuns.
Out-clear and stark-will start our past of life,
All, panoramic, and at once.
Just then,
A Hashlike impulse bids US do and dare
That hour, as never did or dared our souls
Before-or die. And we must do and dare
Just then, or else the moments gone. When
gone,
It mav return for US no more.
Such hours
Have made an aged man of one whose years
We're few. But ther-as well-such hours arc
| those
Wherein our souls snatch hold agrip on life's