The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1862-12-04
For the Dollar weekly Bulletin.

dict the Mosaic account of its age. and de-,
monstrate that it is moro than six thousand
years old. If man entertains and exercises
a laudable and proper curiosity to ascertain
the true history Of the earth upon which we
dwell and over which God hath given him
domir ion, it should not be deemed strange
that he should also entertain deep In
terest in and desire to know tn history of
himself and his race, to HON hath been
assigned the whole earth as a place not Of
probation alone but also of development of
all those wonderful faculties and powers,
be said of him "that he has been made but
little lower than the angels.'
Curiosity is the fruitful mother of dis
covery, of questions and Of answers; even the
illiterate PROFOUND queries touching our
origin and the startling and marked variety
of ourspecies which confound science, philo-
sophy and history. child came into the
study of a philosoph err who was ponderipg
over his books and committing his specula-
tons and theories to paper, to enlighten
/ Ill anu dShcu III ioI oOillc HiC, sOu
are welcome to it," said he. 'but you have
nothing in which to carry it." The child filled
It's little hand with cold ashes, laid live
coal upon it and went cut; the wise man
was amused and instructed; he had been
taught by the simplicity of childhood. So
/ frequently do plain and artless inquiries and
conversations excite in us reflection and ex-
animation, and Often induce us to reject long
| received opinions which common credulity
has for ages cherished and sanctioned.
Look here Sam! you said Adam was de
fust man?'
| 'Yes.'
| God made Adam outn mud and sat him
up against de fence to dry?'
'Yes,'
Look here Niger! who made dc fence!'
| why, dat 'tudier man!
"What 'tudder man Stm?'
why Eve, you fooln
Was Eve mani.
'He was when | seed him!'
Now the above conversation, between two
learned gentlemen of color. though rdicul
Gus is still Suggestive.
! Julius Caesar in his Commentaries, giving
the history of his conquests, and especially
of Gaul. writes of himself in the third per-
son. Caesar done this and said that,O it is
good mode of coucealng Egotism and be-
slowing self 1ulation. Now Eve. in tn 5
Diary, generally speaks Of herself in the
third person, except when she threatens her
children or domestics, or getting osiy, be-
slows upon father Adam curtain lectures for
his frequent acts of omission or comm ission.
Eve was indeed beautiful and lovely, as
the following poetic portrait proves:
"Her eyes were blue and softly bright,
As morning gloricS wet with dew;
Her hair was like cloud at night.
That streams of moonlight struggle through"
"IIer cheeks were of the hue of shells,
1 That op'e heir bosom< in the sea;
Her voice the chime ofsilver bells,
| Forever ringing out 4 glee."
..Her mien was modest as the droop
/ Ofmeadow lilies DER Il stream;
Her light step graceful as their stooP,
" hen soft winds wake them from Il dream"
Yet she had an imperious temper; its acerbi-
ty had been increased by having eaten Of
the forbidden fruit.
When She wills size will. you may depend ont,
When she wont. she wont, and there's end ont
The following incident is thus recorded
in her Diary-6th day. year OH:
"roor Abel is indeed disconsolate and
sad, his favor:te hen, Oh SpecI, was four nd
dead under the T'amarind tree-having been
killed by an Owl, at which the old man
hal shot twice on Thursday nght-she was
notable fowl and possessed many virtues,
she puLctually laid an Egg every day at 10
o'clock and two when company was expect
ed. Her head adorned with a tuft of
white feathers which fell gracefully DER her
ears; she was the favorite m S'ress of the
Iarem Of the OIL Rel Jioostey; had raised
three broods of Cbickeus-ail with little
night caps on their heads-having Matched
the last in the hominy mortal, that stood
by the kitchen door. Poor Speck! meier
shall see thy like again. We shall miss
thee from thy accustomed walks; thy won't (
ed cackle, announcing to me and thy mates
that there is another egg in the world, shall
10 more be heard; thou and thy to knot
shall no more excite the envy and jealousy |
of thy Co Danes of the barn-yard aud straw
stack.
1.-THE breezy call of incense breathing morn.
The Swallow twittcrng from the straw-built
shed;
TIL. Cocks shrill clarion or the early horn,
No more shall rousc her from her CORY bed"
I'M isfcrtunes meier come alone; the old /
Rooster hence forth retired to the hen house
aud crowd no more 'saiutations TO the morn.'
His plumaee which was a deep glossy red
(under the cold and bitter showers of ad
versitv.) faded like piece of wash'n calico,
and turned at last of an dull and ashy grey.
he became careless of his person. bask ed no
longer in the sunshine as was his wont, and
strutted no more in that proud and erect
gait, which said palmer than words:
'sLook at me if you pleased"
and grief done its work-he
was found one morri ng dead in the hon my
mortar, The cosey nest of Old Speck, where
she had given to him aud us many of bis
descendants. Eve bestowed upon Abel all