Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1860-12-04
Wit and Wisdom.
By GEO. D. PRENTICE.

thoughts in his brain, nvokes the sweet resto-
rer, and retires! He beats his pillow like he
would an anvil he turns like the nine acre gi-
ant with mountains for counterpanes: he is spit
ted like goose before flame of his own max
ing; he Plays Macbeth, and murders sleep.
The letters that one has written, are like
monumental tablets set up aloRg life's way, each
marking dead past; something of him that has
perished by the roadside; fancy, q purpose or
hope; each phase Of thought, until his even
ing star grew round and full, and set behind the
cold gray cloud of night. Old letters are the
treasures of human love, that shall survive the
brazen Golfer and the iron vault
God flung out this earth by golden chain
made fast to the foot Of the throne And some
times an angel, on some good mission bound,
chances to touch with the tip of one white wing
the Strengthened chain.. 1t slightly vibrates
from Earth to Thrs0e, flia glone just trembles 10
response. This is an earthquake -nothing more.
Perhaps the magnificent necklace Of lakes
sparkling at the north of us are only the souve-
Mrs of great Mediterranean that once rolled
over the prairies-the shattered fragments of
the great mirror wherein wide heaven was pic
tured from Ursa Major to the Southern Gross.
Improvement has killed half the poetry that
harvest field OF its songs and reapers, the thresh
ing floor of the merry beat of fails, and plucked
out of the word freside the heart of its charm.
| The feelings sing of themselves, and make an
orchestra OF the brain. Persons utterly incapa-
Die OF putting the simplest combination of
sounds musically together will make melody in
their hearts OF the "reminiscences that strongly
move them.
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| The intdel preachers of philanthropy would
establish blissful millennium on goddess and
homeless earth under fatherless heaven, in the
midst OF graves, among tombs inscribed, "Death
an eternal sleep"
why do women present an attitude of cold
fashlonableness to world which they might
Win by their sweetness and inspire by their vr-
tues Their light footsteps ought to touch the
earth only to mark the track which leads to
Heaven.
10 cover inan with contempt or obloquy, it
Is only necessary to apply to him some catch
word OF theology or politics. Society will judge
OF the living now by the verbal tin. pan that wit
or malice has appended to its tail.
| Among literary men the gift of bearing to be
contradlcted is, generally speaking, possessed on
ly by the dead. Perhaps it would be very well
If some were dead, if only for the sake of pos
sessing it.
Incorporate men have two bad habits, which
stand to each other in the relation of cause and
effect-one is of drinking too much and the
other of paying too little.
There is more light in pint of ink than in
ten Thousand feet of gas, ten thousand quarts of
oil and ten thousand pounds of tallow.
The Quakers have evidently mortal antipa.
thy to bores. They keep no button-hoes or
buttons for bore to hold to.
| If q flock of geese see one of their number
drink, they drink, too. Men often make geese
of themselves.
A couple of sailors were recently arrested in
New Orleans tor throwing buckets of tar over
each other. 1t was ptch-battle.
A man in love has little need of victuals. So
if your landlady doesn't give you enough to eat
fall in love with her.
| Whatever is voted on in female convention
is probably carried or defeated by handsome
majority.
The poet who tried to render piece of poor
prose into rhyme did all he could to m4ke bad
matter-verse.
10 woman of right feelings, q man of eleva-
ted sentiment will be the resting-place of her
faith between earth and heaven.
You cannot reason or talk an Augean stable
into cleanliness. A single days work would
make more progress in such task than q CEN
tury's words.
The minds eye is perhaps no better fitted for
the fullIradiance of truth than is the body's for
that of the sun.
sYou should be ashamed, husband, to snore
So" "Oh, it is entirely urintentional; never
do it with my eyes open."
In critical case a physician or surgeon
should make all haste. II he is out OF time, he
may lind his patient in the same situation.
Let a romantic young lover give to a mosqui-
to the name OF his sweetheart, and be will enjoy
its bite.
If you court lady who has count among
her suitors, you will probably be counted out.
| An over full body is a burden to the mind
and an empty mind is burden to itself. &
The ladies seem to treat their waists as vulgar
fractions-to be reduced to the lowest terms.
Poetic fame is often the splendid ph0nix ri
sing where the sweet thrushes and skylarks in
the heart have become ashes. ,
We ever speak tenderly to OUT dying chill
dren; let us speak gently to them when they are
going to their sleep. a
| Merit is never so conspicuous as when it
1iOAA OUoOuAICys JuSt oo buO lAlocA AOSCA
| looks 80 lustrous as wien it emerges from a
cloud. =
Our esteemed friend Fanny Fern asks why
the men will not show the women fair play
Probably because we are the unfair sex.
The tears of beauty are like light clouds float
| ing over a heaven OF stars, bedimming them tor
a moment that they may shine with greater lus-
tire than before.
| Some thoughts expressed IN cramped style,
look like Venus improved by the addition of
busk and hustle.
Men of genius have ever been bruised and
battered by fortune. Genius may almost be de-
fined as the faculty of acquiring poverty.
The poor man has often recently complained
that he has nothing to live on, the rich still Of
tener that he has nothing to live for.
Many peoples lives are not worth the market
value of the iron in their blood and the phos-
phorus in their bones.
| Many think that the French people have fall
en- into lethargic sleep, and that their Nap
should be cut short.
| A mans shadow always turns from the sun,
the author of its existence, and man himself Of
ten turns from the Author of his own.
Though man should generally adapt himself
to his place, there's no necessity for his getting
| tight because he is in tight place.
Madame Bonaparte, of Baltimore, was, at the
last accounts in Paris A letter from that city.
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