The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-05-05


legs-four of the legs pointing to the zenith
His blood is hell~broth, which Satan win
one day sup with a long spoon They say
there Is FIRE in him, but it is hellfre, every
particle Of 1t though he Is but a single
swine, there are as many devils In him as
there we're IN the herd chat ran violently
dewnl a steep place into the sea- His
heart is nothing but kissing knotof vipers,
rattlesnakes, cobra, and cottonmouths He
never argued a question IN his life, ap-
preaching ne subject but with fierce. bitter,
epaFse, low aud vulgar Objurgations.. His
tongue should be bored through and through
with his own steel pen heated red hot.
This man, as we have said, calls himself
clergyman. He holds forth in pnlpits.
he breaches, prays, and exhorts, draws
down his face, drops the corners of his
mouth, and undertakes to look sanctimo-
NOUS And yet he seems always trying IN
MS pulpit discourses to see under how thin
disguise he can venture to curse and swear
and blaspheIne He cant offer up a PRAYER
IN the House of God without telling the
Lord what an internal scoundrel. damned
thief, or cursed vagabond this, that or the
other neighbor Is. From his youth up to
his old age he has had no personal eontro-
Eersles without attacking the fathers, wives
mothers, grandtathers, grandm0thers,e chill
dren, brothers, uncles, aunts and nephews
OF MS opponents. lie has sought to streY
his whole path Of life with the dark wrecks
OF wantOnly ruined reputations He has
never had an hours happiness except in the
unhaPplness of others. He has ever said
to evil, Be thou my God +" He has ALWAYS
jotted down all that he heard unfIvoraljle to
gentlemen while protesting to be their
friend, so as to be ready for the day Of
alienation
He howls venom, talks venom, breathes
venom, belehes venom, coughs venom, spits
venom, sneezes venom, drops venom, sweats
venom, stinks venom, and distils venom
from his nose Not the fuliginous exhala-
tlons from the bottomless pitt not the fire.
and brimstone4umes- from the sooty throat
OF the devil, were ever more blighting and
blasting than his aceursed SERPENT breath,
He never had a friend on earth outside of
his own family. 10 doubt there ore 'those
who fear him for his fendish ferocity, but
no human being, not of his own household,
ever loved or respected him. He will vet
have his reward. Sowing in wrath he will
reap IN agony. Fury and hate NAV stife
in his heart the feelings of remorse for a
time, but Nemesis, with her horrid whip
viii yet scOurge him around the whole orb
of being. All the hairs upon his head win
seem to be snakes ike the kissing and for
ked tongue locks of the Eumenides When
he shall retire, as he soon must, from the
noisy and tumultuOus strifes that have ever
engaged and still engage ali his thoughts, he
will not have solitary pleasant,and serene
memory of the past l--Ta 5.Gz
On the contrary, a store of bitter and des--
olate and tOrturing recOlleotions viii corrode
and eat up his very heart, until, cut of from
all human sympathies, exiled from the pale
Of all the beautif6l genialities of life, hav.
ing no friends or companions around him to
sOothe him in his moral and physical solici-
tude, deserted by mankind, whose enemy. he
has been, and loathed by Cod, whose holv
temples he has. sacrilegiously desecrated by
his hOrrid mockeries of religion, fostering
from head to foot with the polluted and poi
sonous kuddle water in his veins; standing
as an outcast and paria on the lone desert
of despair, shrinking from the past, agon.
lied by the present, and not daring to gaze
into the future behoIding IN fancy upon the
door of his own soul the words, :" Hope
comes not here that comes to al, - shut out
by murkiest skies from every star that to
others lights the path to the tomb, and
writhing under myriad curses and execra-
tions, piled like a mountain of living Goals
upon his head, he shall long at last to make
his escape from earth-scarcely asking
what more dreadful destiny.