Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1869-12-02

SCENE: A crisp morning. Carriag
with spinning wheels, whose spoke
glisten like splinters OF the sun. Roa1
horse, fecked with foam, bending int
the bit, his polished feet drumming tn
pavement in challenge of any hors
that thinks he can go as fast. Tw,
boys running to get on the back of tn
carriage. One of them with quicl
spring succeeds. The other leaps, bu
fails and falls on the part Of the bod,
where it is most appropriate to fall
No sooner has he struck the grount
than he shouts to the driver of tn
carriage, "CUT BEHINDi"
Human nature the same in boy a
man. All running to gain the vehicl
of success. Some are spry, and gail
that for which they strive. Others ar,
slow, and tumble down; they who fal
crying out against those who mount
"CUT BEHIND"
A political Office rolls past A mul.
titude spring to their feet, and the rac'
is in. Only one of all the number
reaches that for which he runs. NJ
sooner does he gain the prize, and be
gin to wipe the sweat from his brow
and think how grand thing it is tc
ride in popular preferment, than the
disappointed candidates cry out: ''In-
competency Stupidity Fraud Now
let the newspapers and platforms ot
the country Ger BEH1Npl' ;,
There is a golden chariot of wealth
rolling down the street. N-thousand
people are trying to catch it. They
run. They jostle. They tread on
each other. Push, and pull, and tug!
Those talk most against riches who
cannot get them. Clear the track for
the races! One of the thousand reach
es the golden prize and mounts
Forthwith the air is full of cries.
"Got it by fraud! Shoddyl Petrole-
um aristocracy! His father was rag
picker! His mother was a washerwo-
man! | knew him when he blackened
his own shoes! Pitch him off the back
part of the golden chariot! cat be-
hind! Cut 6ehindi"
1t is strange that there should be
any rivalries among ministers of re-
ligion, when there is so much room for
all to work. But in some things they
are much like other people. Like 9TH
er classes of men, they have one liver
apiece, and here and there one of them
a spleen. In all cases the epigastric
religion is higher up than the hypo-
gastric, save in the act of turning SOM
erset. Like others, they eat three
times day when they can get anything
to eat. Besides this, it sometimes hap
pens that we find them racing for some
professional chair or pulpit. They run
well-neck and neck while churches
look on and wonder whether it will be
dexter" or the American Girl."--
Rowels plunge deep, and fierce is the
cry, $50 long! Go 'long!" The
privilege of preaching the Gospel to
the poor on five thousand dollars a
year is enough to make tight race
anywhere But only one mounts the
coveted place; and forthwith the cry
goes up in CONSIDERATIONS and synods;
"Unft for the place! Can't preach!-
Unsound in the faith! Now is your
chance, oh, conferences and presby-
teries, to CUT BEHIND
A fair woman passes. We all ad-
mire beauty. He that says he don't
lies. A canting man, who told me he
had no admiration for anything earth
ly, used, instead of listening to the
sermon, to keep squirting ever toward
the pew, where sat Squire Browns
daughter. Whether God plants rose
in parterre or human cheek, we must
admire it, whether we will or not
While we are deciding whether we had
better take that dahlia, the dahlia
takes us. A star does not ask the as
tronomer to admire it; but just winks
at him, and he surrenders, with all
his telescopes. The fair woman in So
ciety has many satellites. The boys
all run for this prize. One of them,
not having read enough novels to learn
that ugliness is more desirable than
beauty, wins her. The cry is up
"She paintsl Looks well; but she
knows it. Good shape; but l wonder
what is the price of cottonl Won't
she make him stand around! Practi-
cality worth more than black eyes!--
Fool to marry viragoP'
In many eyes success is crime.
II do not like you," said the snowflake
to the snowbird. "Why?" said the
snowbird. Because" said the snow
fake, "you are going up, and | am
going dosgnt"
We have to state that the man in the
carriage on the crisp morning, though
he had long lash-whip, with which
he could have made the climbing boy
yell most Justify, did not cut behind.
He was an old man; in the corner of
his mouth a smile, which was always
as ready to play as kitten that watch
es for some one with string to offer