The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-05-12
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youth h he old age, he ha. had no
pefsoiial controversies without attack
lnR Che wlvea, fathers, mothers.
grandmother, brothers, sisters, init
hfen, unclos, aunis, and nepbews n
his opponents. H. has sought io
.ifew hla whole path N Iife wiih fbe
dark wrecks of wonionIy ruined rem.
iiiaIions, lIe has never had an hout's
Happiness " uthefs. iie baa evsr
s,ld 10 evil, I" H. thou my tlodte Ile
has carefully jotted down all that be
heard uniayorablc 10 gentlemen while
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protesting 10 be their friend, - ~ h
be ready for tbe day oi alienation.
lie howls venom, talks venom.
brealhcs ycnOn, bclehes venom,
coughs venom, sneczcs venom, spits
venom, drops venom, sweais venom.
stinks venom and disiils venom from
his nose. Not the GIliglnous cxhala-
tions from The bottomless pit, not The
the ilrc-and-brimstono fumes from
the sooty throat of the Devil were
ever more blighting and blasting
than his accurscd serpent breath. lie
never had a friend on earth, outside
OF his own family. No doubt there
are those who fear him for his fend-
ish fcrocity, but no human being not
OF his own household ever loved or
respected him. lie will yet have his
reward. Sowing in wrath, he will
reap in agony. Fury and hate may
stiflc in his heart the feeling of re-.
morse for time, but Nemesis, with
her horrid whip, will yet scourgc him
around the whole orb of being. All
the hairs upon his head will seem tc
him to be snakes, like the Kissing and
forked tongued locks of the Eumeni.
des. When he shall retire, as h,
SOC must, from the noisy and tumul.
tuous strifes that have ever engaged
and still engage all his thoughts, he
will not have a solitary pleasant and
serene memory Of the past.
On the contrary, score Of bittel
and desolate and torturing recollec.
tions will corrode and eat up his yer,
heart, until, cut off from all human
sympathies, exiled from the pale Of
all the beautiful genialitics of life
having no friends or companion.
around him to soothe him in hi:
moral and physical solitude, deserted
by mankind, whose enemy he has
been, and loathed by God, who's,
holy temples he has sacrilegiousl,
desecrated by his horrid mockeries O
religion, fostering from head to foo
with the polluted and poisonous pud
dle-water in his veins; standing a,
an outcast paria on the long desert o
despair, shrinking from the past
agonized by the present, and no
daring to gaze into the future, be.
holding in fancy upon the door o
his soul the words "Hopes come no
here that comes to ALL" shut out b,
murkiest clouds from every star tina
to Others lights the path to the tomb
and writhing under myriads curse
and execrations piled like a noun
tain as living Goals upon his head, h
shall long at last to make his escap,
from earth-scarcely asking to wha
more dreadful destiny.