The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1870-08-05
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lam ambitious; but where shall seek for in.
SEPARATION? Could travel TO far famed Spring
Hill. and ggsfp TIE inspired hand of "Rats," or
| nowned Parnassus, who knows bnt l might
food the world with adelugc Of intellectual glo-
~, ocbind it with the golden chain OF eloquencef
| After this soliloquy / sat and walteds IKE
Qneen the appearance of unloyal subjects. 1t
was vain. began pilgrimage in search of
| them. HadI gone equipped as daring Knight
waving IN the air FURNISHED steel, and counting
danger and adventure, a grimmeI Ace could not
have challenged me to battle than the first that
stepped before my startled gaze. A hearse-f
Death and the Hereafter. 1t the gdaStly face
of Death tremblcl and my sceptne vanished
into air; and lacked the skill 10 ikindle bright
fires in IIades Ia, scerch deserving !, Sinners.
Thus doubling ms ability TO motalizc Or sermon
ize, | was seiied with the inhunlane desire TO
tantaliEc.I Il tested the wire of friends door.
bell; aud thentestedthc patience and ocapacity
ola friend. Iswept bsr books from their shelyez
and the dust from her books. COULD NOT
sweep it frombylBRAiN.. read SlIakespe archna'
Lucille. searched encyclopedias and spelling
| books. ! met friends on the street Fcorncrs and
demandcda subject. We shook Sympathetic
| hands and despairing heads, and parted
peepcd into two book stores and passed by the
Court House. Il walked the streets ana met
Poverty and Wealth. The one was too: thread !,
bare; the other too dazzling. Deceit and Hyii
pocrisy, with Haunting feathers, strutsel before
me. / elevated my nose and turned from them;
they were far too common. 'Mistry came
IerOuchmg at my feet and demandednhice. To
her the world was NO stranger. Who cannot
unlock closet that contains CLASSIFY Isfsleti
ton? Lovean Matrimony sniggcred TO 6tgaet
my attention. | turned my revengefsif viSage
finn themi They had robbed me Of q friend,
and left NE disconsOlate. 0 For two rnoHtlis had
| read obituaries but coIld find no comfort in
them. had imagined fifteen ministers (and if
! hate faith in anyfhing It is the clerical prs
loudly vociferating that ever convincing and
consOling argument, sour loss is ,IIEa gain"
"don't you see? Wei, perhaps / might if /
were lot one Of the Hardened sinners Con this
subjeet) Brethren, Task an interest IL the
prayers of Teanyson. Weary of searching for
subjects, Il wended anyway home "Therc,was
nothing new. under the sum- and iwaspo Josh,
ia to bid it shine till my brain originated nov
city. As well attcmptto solve the "Platonie
Theory by the multiplication table, or hunt for
the PHILOSOPHERS StoneY in & street CATER, asy
search my'pOor Uranium or the world FOR erigint
atty. Flowers! THERE was an idea. True,
they had decorated tllcworid from the begin
ming; they had sprung up beneath mother Ewes
dainty sinful foot. . letthey were tokens ofes-
TEEN and regart-signs of HONOR and. DIsTINC-
TI)N. The hero OF the Olympic games was
| crowned with them. Yes, lwould weave them
into bright gaflahd that would compel a
smile to illuminc the Medusa face of the most
obduratc critic. But scarcely had nay flowers
lifted their, beautiful heads ere they werf
brought low by the dread apprehension that at
some future day "Rats," or Some of my cotem-.
poraries might attempting same subject, and
surpass me. My beautiful nosegay wIttefo cd as
if beneath the..pe,tileptial breath of the ulasi
tree. Hope came to my relief and. suggested
hersclfas a subject On her Siilcd Wings l
scared to the land ofGlequellcc.i But from the
lofty sammit behold the rehowned and innlor-'
tai who had dealt beautifully with Hope. In
plumed, came to earth to slug and sigh,
,''Twas ever thus from clildhooi,s hour LA,
!, I've seen my fondcst HOPE decay, +, -
Inever loved tree nor FLo'.1i.
But somebody snatchcd it away" ~
Rats, and my immortal cotempOr,lrics, CON
graduate YoU. l cinnot be distinguished Yet
you see why MY fame is buried in the obscure
grave OF the much regretted things that Knight
have been" | am now imperyious TO tic angry
glances Of disappointed friends and beyond the
persecution of tic busy, sarcastic and learhed
pen Of the editor. -iiE'
On You may lie gaze with critical eye, '5
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