The native Virginian. [volume] (Orange Court House, Va.) 1867-187?, 1868-02-07

lay, the insolence OF office (chiefest tina
OF puffy Cashiers and Paying Tellcrs
and even the tar from inconsi,lerabl
tortures OF Indigestion and haemor
rhoids incurable. Wealth, with eleva
ted nose, strutting your main Thorough
fares or, with wide-spraddled feet an,
fat thumb in ample Vest.s irownin,
magnificently from his palatial Portico
Respectables in lofty stick-back Gigs
darting through the land, their swift
spokes scai &C visible and their eminent
Selves barely discerniblc though thcir
choking Dust clouds. You with hand
on mouth, plodding the Via Doloro.
sd Of Life, errsing your hard lot, and IN
no case discerning the ''blessings of the
Union" Cane growing, Cotton plant
ing, Rice raising, Tobacco selling whole
sale owners of Slaves, lording it at Wa
tering Places and Sea-sides. Opulcnt
Lawyers and Doctors; Rich Merchants,
Distinguished Politicians, yea Eminent
Divines, moving in august procession
past and far beyond You-in truth quite
unconscious of You, albeit You too
were than an Enfranshised Man and
Citizen of the "Best (Siccine0 Govern
ment the World Ever Saw!p Misbe-
having Negroes, False Friends, Protes-
ted Notes, Dishonest Partners, Lazy
Clerks, Worthless Sons, Disobedient
Daughters, Falling Markets, Undersel-
ling Competitors, Badly fitting Clothes,
Short Cash Accounts, Unsaleable
Goods, Tooth-ache, Doctors, and Butch
er's Bills, Wet Weather, Sour Bread,
Shooting Corns, Pew Rent, Bilious
Cholick, Dull Preaching, Nightmares,
Lying Debtors and Crying Creditors,-
did not one and all Of these, with ten
thousand other such aches and Mind
wearing Ailments exist and bite and
gnaw like phagedenic ulcers of the Soul
in the very midst and centre of the much
vaunted ''glorious U nionr Yea, truly.
Yet, for coward easement of present
trouble, ye are fain to get back to that
UuiOn, and even call it Heaven. BE it
so, then; but l tell you, Fools, not even
that meagre Sham-IIeavcn, or any 9TH
er, is in store for youor the like of you.
Heaven for yc! What is it Z Mere Bel
ly-timber, back-rations, tailors-clothes,
Featlerbedism, fire made, water brought
and boots duly emblackcned by the
humblc--faithful Morning Negro--bodi-
ly comfort, in sooth and no Work. done
Whereas I read Mans true and only
Heaven in this Life (what 1t may be in
that So-dreadful Other Life matters
not) is manful Doing and Enduring lof
Whatsoever hatefullest or unhateful
Thing-To-Be-Done the powers Ccles-
tial or Internal may impose. Aye' en-
during, with brave-smiling hopeful front
to the Sun-visible sign of the Father
of Light aud Warmth, OF Intelligence
and Love-without one Waste moment
in kitten-puling and frozen-puppy
whining over the Dead Past, with its
Egyptian Flesh-pots, Balances-in-
Bank, and World-Respectability all
asiine with Stick-Gig Yarnish thrice
coated. 500 IA lli s .r u lr6i,,V /
70 AS for that political s'Union of the
Fathers tInfdel Democrat Thomas
Jefferson being one) which the news
paper gongs and tom-toms OF Yankee
diddle daddle-doodle-dum uphold with
such shattcring ciangour OF beaten
brass as Tophet itself ne'er heard-as
to that Union and the possibility (re-
motest if ANY, of restoring the same,
consider | pray you that not one Of
Gods Holy Laws but is daily, not brok-
en- merely, but openly set at naught and I
Spit upon. How then fares Mans Com
pac:. with his fcllow-inan. though deftly
written on strongest parcemcnt; and
what tate bctides your gossamer-iine
Checks and Balances, your Tripartite
Executive, Legislative and Judiciary
your trusted Governmental Tripod
say rather thrce-legged Fool ol's-stool,
with two legs broken already? Con-
slider too, what every Pathologist will I
sNaNh Ottb Az ObdbScnidu W lll lllIL
the broken os .femur or os tibia, OF even
the incised wound (were it but the Slit
ting of School-boy's thumb-ba with
horse-cake cutting Dog-knife) may in
Iced unite again, but never as before,
md neither the fractured limb nor in
,ised skin, regains in all time its pre-
mordial strength. s...i=.,.r,
What think you, then, OF the COM
ninuted bone of Union knitting togcth-
er again by dint of 6ayonet! Rough nee
lies these, but strong! viii they
lold Hethinks SO. How long? No ;
answer. rlH
Consider above all the nature of Hate,
'ankest weed that grows in this our hu-
nan Adam-earth, sending its damned
.ap7roots faI down into the ably sses of
,hc Soul, and interlocking them there, so .
hat Divine Power itself can scarce undo )
hcm--Death's-Scythe perchance fail
ng to do the work, and the baneful
Jpas-plant fourishing, We know not
low, beyond the grave! Love, too apt,
S but shallow-rooted thing, shooting ,
is slender fibrils along the surface-soil,
md easily uptorn by mans hand or rude !,
Winds even. Not so with Hate. Once /,
implanted in Mans nature and moist
med with tears and blood (the fructify-
ng showers of War Civil, War Section
i or War internationally it becomes 4
'ari of Mans being, and reappears, lush il
nd green and strong, generation after il
generation. Not for nothing is this Il
leYil.soMn. uades Nurtured nlant e. \