The Nevada journal., 1861-06-14
OH, WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF
MORTAL BE PROCD!


oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud;
Like swift neetin% meteor-a fast flying cloud
A flash of the lightnng-a break of the wave
lie passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
The leaves of the oak and willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
As the young, and the old, and the low, and the
high,
Shall crumble to dust and together shall lie.
The infant mother attended and loved
The mother, that infants affection who proved
The father, that mother and infant who blest,-
Zach, all are away to their dwelling of rest
Whosccye,
Shone beauty and plcasure-her triumphs are by,
And alike from the minds of the living erased
Are the memories of moTtals who loved her and
praised.
The hand of The King that the scepter hath born,
The brow OF the Priest, that the miter hath worn,
The eye OF the Sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden andlos in the depths of the grave.
The peasant, whose lot was to SOW and 10 reap
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
SO the multitude goes like the flower or the weed,
That withers away 10 let others succeed
go the multitude comes, even those We behold
To repeat every tale that has often been told.
For we are the same our fathers have been
We see the same sights our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we see the same sun,
And run the same course our fathers have run.
The thoughts are thinking fathers did think
From the death we are shrinking our fathers did
shrink;
But it speeds from all like the bird the wing.
They loved-but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned-but the heart of the naughty is cold
They grieved-but no wall from their slnmbers
will come;
They joycd-but the tongue of their .ladness is
dumb.
They died-ah. they died-we, things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage
road.
Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain
And the smile and the tear, and the song and the
drge,
Still follow eacl, other like surge upon surge.
Tis the wink of eye tits the draught OF breath.
From the blossom ofealth to the paleness of deaf
From the Sided saloon to the bier and the shroud
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud
ASEcDoTE OF GES. WAsHIyGToS.-Durin
sixty years residence in New York, it wa g
my custom, when the birthday of Wash
ington came round, to get the following
anecdote inserted in one or two of the
daily parers. A good story is not the
worse for being twice told, nor good SER
mon the worse for being twice read. In
1896 heard the farmer referred to narrate
the following incident. Said he: "~hcn
the British army held possession Of New
York and Washington with the American
army which lay near West Point, one
morning went out at suurise to bring
home the cows. In passing a ciump Of
brush wood heard moaning sound, like
person in distress. On nearing the spot
heard the words of a man at prayer
listened behind tree. The man came
fcr,h--;t was George Washington, tbs Cap
tain of the Lords hosts il North America.
This farmer was member ofthe Society
of Friends who, being opposed to war un-
der any pretext, was lukewarm, and in
some cases opposed TO the cause of his
country. This farmer was tory. How
ever, having seen the General enter the
camp. he went to his own house, snd said
to bis wifc, ''Martha, we mus. not oppose
this war any longer. This morning heard
the man George Washington send up a
prayer to heaven fer bis country, aud
know it will be heard. This Friend dwelt
between the lines Of the two armies, and
gave Washington riany items
the movements Of the enemy,
which rendered good service tc the Ameri.
cah cause.
From this incident We may inf5r that
Washington rose with the sun to r.st for
his country, he fought for her at meri.isn,
and watches for her at midnight.
Now, Mr. Printer, advise every editor of
4 newspaper between Montauk Point and
Tie Rocky Mountains, if three drops of
American blood is running in their veins,
.hat thes insert this anecdote in their daily
CT %ss2iy Journal every twenty-second of
February, twashington's birthday as long
- trses g.ow and water runs.
Fcts3 thrss SEARS while Washington was
Presidctt+=sI Icerfi.d 4 three bonnie Yankee
lassies-tkisi J ;hirk, Is being naturalizcd
enough, in ali Eoci ccfs.icuce Therefore
hold myself an Ams-itsr 70 all intents and
purposes This day e=is- re a7th year.
GRANT THoRBuRs, in Nt~ !iassr views.
New Haven, Feb. IS, 1919.