The Columbia daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1865, 1865-06-19

Monday Morning, June le, 1866.
Hero a Line and There a Line.

sandy and otherwise sterile places. If a
few seeds shall here and there survive, in q
susc. .ptible and fertile soil, the labor which
mas sown will be rewarded after certain
days in the fruit which they shall produce.
And even if the sower himself does
not reap. his children may, his race must,
and possibly all the generations of the
earth. 1t is beautiful trait reported of
the Spaniards, that when they eat peach
along the roadside, they carefully plant
the stone where they have eaten. They
may never travel that road again. but
some one will, and the fruit thus reared
for the possible wayfa:er is as direct an
act of charity as if you took the foot sore
wanderer into your house and spread tho
board before him. And so, dear readers.
we must SOW our thoughts and ideas,
though we are too we'll assured that they
pass through unheeding ears of stone.
or mere crannlee Of sand, OF miserable
crevices Of chalk and limestone humanity.
We are told that God, having ,willed
race or family for destruction, had decreed
that with ears they shall not hear. and :.
with'eyes they shall not eee-people who
listen to no prophets, though speaking
from the dead. These are all creatures of
a chronic vanity-aud all family and con-
ventional vanity is chronic-whose blind
ness it is impossible to couch. Forty years
of 81 bigotted selfesteom, engaged all the
time in buttressing itself within fortress
of self-complacency, is not to be driven out
by any ordinary mortars, and mostly
pershes within its walls, without once
dreaming that it has been all it's life pri-
soner to ridiculous conceit-self. denied
the very enjoyments of ordinary life
There. are in our country large amount
of these wretched unfortuuates, whom
you cannot cure-with whom the vice is
thoroughly ingrained, and the habit 80
incessant in its practice that all the sense.
are locked up, and no avenue of access is
left open to the voice of the human
teacher, be he ever so wise or sweet a
singer. God alone, by The miraculous
touch of the Ithuriel spear, can couch the
blindness or heal the deafness of this class
Of miserables. Meanwhile, they lie still in
the depths and shadows of the valley of
gnorance-steeped to the lips in the
waters of prejudice and narrow couven.
tion-nursing their varties, as if they were
very angels, and their likes and dis
likes, without any regard to justice, pro.
priety Or common sense. It is wonderful
how they doat over these toads and rep.
tiles of the soul-with what complacency
they dwell on the jewel which they fancy
to be growing grandly in all their heads.
Verify, dearly beloved readers of this
town of Columbia and elsewhere, all over
this goodly but sore]y stricken little re.
public of'South Carolina, We have had too
much Of this sort Of miserable imbeclity.
which God means that we shall now cure,
if ever. Vanity can only be cured through
the agency Of humility. Humiliation
must bring the ridiculous pretender to his
knees, thrust his mouth into the dust
cover his head with the ashes, and when
he groane to God in repentance, in the
utter subj ection of his heart, and delivers
himself up, without reserve or bitterness,
to the chast:ner, then, aud not till then,
shall he be lifted up We have reached
these depths of darkness; we drink of this
cup of bitterness; we groan in these shes
Of humiliation, and to escape these bonds
1t becomes necessary that we should free
ourselves from those infrmities of eoul
and vanities of heart which. in very truth,
are'the secret causes of ell our loss, and
grief, and suffering. Let us find out and
cure our n6rmities as best we canDlet US
couch that blindness of soul. if it be posi-