The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1869-12-10
MARIETTA GEORGIA. FRIDAY MORNING. DECEMBER
MARIETTA, GEORGIA.
Friday Morning Dcc. 40. go.
FOR THE MARIETTA JOURNAL.
EVERY LIGHT HAS ITS SHADOW
j. c. c. BLACKBURN, EunARLEr, Ga.

j. c. c. BLACKBURN, ECHARLEE, GA.
Morning peeps above the horizon and
10! it is day. The 6 loom of night dis
pcrscs, ard clouds tipped with pink and
gold float around the glorious orb that is
again to brighten up and cheer all ma
turc. The flower sits with pride upon
her slender stem, and rears her head in
scorn of any coming evil. The bird
chirps so sweetly and hops about so gaily
from boueh to bough, never dreaming of
the morrow. The lamb sports and frisks
by mothers side in gay defiance of fu,
ture harm. The fish swim about in their
limpid water, visiting the coral caves
and the sca-weed banks without thought
that aught is ever to mar their future hap
piness. Even the worm, that poor un-
significant thing, which is bcucath the
notice of every one, has Its joys; it can
bask in the sunshine Cor awhile, and en-
Joy itself in liberty for awhile, and never
dream that shadow is near.
What can compare to the rainbow 5
hue as it spans the arch above emblem
attic of good tidings Or the tiny wing
of the insect with its varieGa.ed down
undistinguishcd to the naked eye, and
only forming a mass of bright colors =
Who ever saw the sea with scarcely q
ripple to disturb its surface, smilingly
catching each sparkling ray, and reflect
hight back to some sister wave A light
boat skins along, and the hearts in that
boat are light and gay. The heaven
above is blue, and all things within and
around them speak joy.
But morning has its night; It's dark
drcary cherries night, with nought
around but damp and darkncss. The
flower has its fall +; its fragranco j. gone;
its leaves lie scattered around the work
Of some rude hand. The little hum
mcr's wings are broken, its life has fed,
brought from the lofty bough by the
hand of man. The little fish arc serv-
ing as food to some huge monster OF the
deep; and the worm is tramplcd Under
foot by some needless passcr by. The
rain bows colors fade and pass away
The gay butterfly and insect are dccaycd
into the spiders web and then their
brightness dies The calm unrullled sea
is agitatcd by the impending storm
Her waves rise mountain high, and be-
come terrible in the mighty ruin they in
volye. The bark has Sunk and the light
hearts are dead, the black waves cover
all their joy and sunshine.
Il - H.
Joy brings its sorrow, sooner or later,
each smile has its briny tear, each pleas
urc has its pain, To-day we are glad
and threading the may dnce-to NOR
row we are watching by some friend
stretched on the bed Of sickness.
To-day we are on the battle field, wild
in the joy of having a victory to morrow
the same field finds us bleeding at every
vein, and mingling our life blood with
anothcr's gore. To-day we arc being
crowned with tho poets wrcath-to-
morrow we are cast into the dust by some
bitter criticism. Such it seems TO me is
life every thing goes by contradictions.
If we even look on the pages of history,
we find many of those who have shown |
as the brightest stars, becoming suddenly |
cclipsed, and giving up their glorious
lives in the darkest death strugg les
Alexander after having climbed the dix
ziest heights of his ambition, his temples
bound with chapIets dipped in the blood
of countless nations, looked down upon a
conquered world, and wept that their
was not another world for him to con-
ouer-set city on fire and died in 4
scene unworthy of man.
Hannibal, after having to the astonish-
ment and CONSERVATION CT Rome, passed
the Alps, after having put to flight the
armies of the "mistress of the world"
and stripped their bushels of gold rings
from the fingers of her slaughtered
knights, and made her very forendations
quake, fed from his country, hated by
those who once exultingly united his
name to that of their God, and died at
last by poison administered by his own
hand, in foreign land, unwept and I'M
lamented for.
Caesar, after having conquered eight
hundred cities, and dying his garments
in The blood of million Of toos, after
having pursued to death the only rival
he had upon earth, was miserably assaS-
sinated by those he considered his near
est friends, and in the very place 1t had
been his greatest ambition to attain
Bonaparte, whose mandate kings and
princes obeyed, after having filled the
earth with terror of his name, closed his
DAYS in lonely Punishment, almost liter
ally cxilcd from his friends and the world;
vet when he could some times see his
country's banner waving Ger the deep
but this banner would not or could not
bring him aid.
Thus we may take these four men a:
representatives Of all whom the world