Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-02-17
cur BEHIND!
BY REV. t. DE WITT TALMADGE.

SCENE: A crisp morning. Carriage
with spinning wheels, whose spokes gls-
ten like splinters of the sun. Roam
hor Q, fiecked with foam, bending into
the bit, his polished feet drumming the
pavement in challenge of any horse that
thinks he can 90 as fast. Two boys run
ming to get on the back of the carriage.
One of them with quick spring succeeds.
The other leaps, but fails and falls on the
part of the body where it is most appro-
pirate to fall. No sooner has he struck
the ground than he shouts to the driver
of the carriage, " Cur BEHIND!'
Human nature the same in boy as
man. All running to gain the vehicle
of success. Some are spry. and gain
that for which they strive. Others are
slow, and tumble down; they who fall
crying out against those who mount,
'sCUT BEHINDl"
A political Office rolls past. A multi
tude spring to their feet, and the race is
in. Only one of all the number reaches
that for which he runs. No sooner does
he gain the prize, and begin 10 wipe the
sweat from his brow, and think how,
grand thing it is to ride in popular pre-
ferment. then the disappointed candi.
dates cry out: Fraud! Now let the
newspapers and platforms of the coun-
try /" Cur BEHIND !"
There is a golden chariot of wealth
rolling down the street. A thousand
people are trying to catch it. They run.
They jostle. They tread on each other.
Push, and pull, and tugi Those talk
most against riches who can't get them.
Clear the track for the racers! One of
the thousand reaches the golden prize
and mounts. Forthwith the air is full
of cries: i" Got it by fraud Shoddy!-
Petroleum aristocracyi His father was a
rag picker! / knew him when he black
ened his own shoes! Pitch him off the
back part of the golden chariot! Cut be
hindt Cat 6ehindw
1t is strange that there should be any
rivalries among ministers of religion,
when there is so much room for all to
work. But in some things they are
much like other people. Like all other
classes Of men, they have one liver
apiece, and here aud there one of them
spleen. In all cases the epigastlic region
is higher up than the hypograstic, save
in the act of turning sumerset. Like
others, they eat three times 8 day when
they can get anything to eat. Besides
this, it sometimes happens that we find
them racing for some professional chair
or pulpit. They run well-neck and
neck-while churches look on and won
der whether it will be Dexter" or the
/" American Girl" Rowels plunge deep
and fierce is the cry, " Go long," The
privilege of preaching The Gospel to the
poor on five thousand dollars year is
enough to make tight race anywhere.
But only one mounts the coveted place;
and forthwith the cry goes up in conso.
stations and synods: Unfit for the
plscel Can't preach! Unsound in the
faith Now is your chance, oh, confer
ences and presbyteries, to "CUT Be.
HINDU
A fair woman passes. We All ad
miro beauty. He that says he don't lies.
A canting man, VIII o told me he had no
admiration for anything earthly, used
instead of listening to the sermon, to
keep squirting over 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 dahia takes us. A star does
not ask the astronomer to admire it;
but just winks at him, and be surren-
ders, with all his telescopes. This fair
women in society 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
paints Looks well; but she knows it,
Good shape; but wonder what is the
price of cotton! Won't she make him
stand around /! Practically worth no more
than black eyesl Fool TO marry a yira-
60"
In many eyes success is crime. 81 do
not like you," said the snowflake to the
snowbird. t" Why's" said the snowbird.
Because" said the snowflake. "you
are going up, and | am going down"
We have to state that the man in tho
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 rea-
dy to play as kitten that watches for
some one with string to offer the slight
est inducement. He heard the shout 10
the rear. and said /" Good morning, my
son. That is right; climb over and sit
by me. Here are the reins; take hold
and drive. Was boy myself once. and
| know what lickles youngsters.
Thank God there are, so many in the
world that never g cut behind" but are
ready to give fellow a ride whenever
he wants il. Here is young man,
clerk in a store. He has small wages,
and mother to take care. of. For len
years he struggles to get into high
place. The fist of January comes, and
the head of the commercial house looks
round and says, "Trying 10 get up, are
youa" And by the time three more
years have passed the boy sits right be.