Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1863-12-26
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BY GEORGE d. PRENTICE.

The priest, as he looks away from those
he loves to mother earth lying in the sleep
of winter and to the churchyard, where
the flowers and the men are all in their
graves together, may secretly cxclaim with
the poet Upon the dead mother, in peace
and utter gloom, are reposing the dead
children. After a time, up rises the ever
lasting sun; and the mother starts up at
the summons of the heavenly dawn with
resurrection of her ancient bloom. And
her children yes: but they must wait
awhile.
Those for the most part are the least
takers who are the greatest thinkers as
frogs cease to croak when light is brought
to the waters edge.
Apes do not talk, as savagcs say, that
they may not be set to work but women
often talk double their share-eyen because
they work.
Nothing is more moving to man than the
spectacle ofreconciliation our weaknesses
are thus unidentified, and are not too costly
being the price we pay for the hour of
forgiveness and the archangcl, who has
never felt anger, has reason to envy the
man who subducs it.
Women, like the plants in woods, de-
rive their softness and tenderness from the
shade.
We wish to close our eyes upon the
world in the places wclove best; the child
in its mothers bosom, the patriot in his
country.
We feel that we are growing old for
want of somebody to tell us that we arc
looking as young as ever. Charming false
hood! There is vast deal of vital air III
loving words.
Our first serious quarrcls arc against
our native country's; as the first strug
giles and screams of infants are against
their mothers.
Livclincss in the girl may be mistaken
for good temper; but the little pcrvivaci-
ty, which, at first, is attractively provo
king, may at last provoke without its at
tractiveness.
Friendship is vase, which, if flawed by
heat, or violence, or accident, may Us well
be broken at once it never can be trusted
after.
The tcndercst heart loves best the cour-
ageous one; the gentle voice says, Why
vast thou so hazardous:" The deeper
toned replies, "For thee, for thee
The sigh that rises at the thought of a
friend may be almost as genial as his voice.
'Tis breath that seems to come rather
from him than ourselves.
The Arab has invariably been ready to
fight for his burning sands, and the
Scythian for his SHOWS, not because they
overvaluc their country, but because its
hardships make them undervalue life.
We have always had firm belief that
the Cclcstials have no other medium of
conversation than carrying on colloquy
of glances so that they avoid the wear
and tear of lungs and all of the vulSarity
of vociferation.
After scholar has attained to a certain
age, no knowledge that you can let in
upon his mind can do him any harm.
Cattle may be admitted into an orchard
after the trees are grown.
Not only to whole language, but to
whole life, may the word yes give its color
and character, as many an unhappy wife
has found to her cost.
A loud laugh is the sorry hack upon
which buffoons and testers are fain to ride
when they are at loss for any other con-
vcyance.
A good library is precious catacomb,
wherein are embalmed imperishably the
great minds of the dead who will never
die.
1t is better to labor under alteration of
mind than alteration of morals.
Very old nothings please very old fools.
The great truths that are brought to light
are new and old at their birth.
When we say of some men that they are
sclf-made, we do it out of respect to our
Maker.
At some hotels, you must pay cash for
your victuals and are supplied with YER
min on tick.
Some philanthropists are so fanatical
against hanging that they would gibbct all
who are in favor of it.
Every hungry fellow is willing to be
martyr when he is brought to the steak.
If an author tries to write unlike any
body else, it is pretty certain that no ono
will ever try to write like him.
If you drink spider without know
ing it, he may not hurt you. There is
perhaps less poison in him than in the
knowledge that you have swallowed him.
To the contemplative soul there is no
littleness the least of things seems i'll
finite.
One Of our exchanges says that it "will
soon require new dictionary" 1t
doesn't seem to have made very good use
of its old one.
Amid society the Christian avows his
faith; in solitude he feels it. Among the
hills and valleys he believes; i'll the noun
tains he sees.
The child of sorrowing mother catches
from her the trick of grief, and sighs amid
its playthings.
We never walk so straight to the grave
of friend as we are forever walking to
our own.
CHAPMAN, the Hartford lawyer, was busy |
with case at which lady was present |
with whom he had already something to do |
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