The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-01-20


If folly we're a pain there would
be grdaning IN every house.
An time Belongs to US, for ait
time is (h)ours-
The modern key to wealth-The
burglars jimmy.
When isa boat like s pile ofsnow?
When it is a drift.
A "smile'' that foretells sorrow
the one you take in a bar-room.
suffering from wet groceries, is
the polite name for drunk
What should a clergyman preach
about9 About fifteen minutes.
Office seekers cry: ,'Oh, that I
were an event that I might take
placer
If thou wouldst conceal thy Sc
cret from thine enemy. reveal mot
% thy friend.
Some people love to nurse a pct
sorrow-it is so interesting to mope
about the house and imagine your
self victim.
a mans best friend is a dollar or
two, says an exchange.
Two dollars or two and a half is
better. The more, the more So
According to the number ofaquit-
tails on the plea of insanity, all over
the country, lunacy is assuming an
epidemic form.
WoMAx.-Tho fairest flower that
bloomed in Eden, the sunshine Of
existence, The golden link between
man and the angels-sorlid the
soul that docs not thrill at the smile
of maternal affection:
Few men would attempt to dry
dampencd gunpowder in the litch-
en- stove. 4 man in Canada did.
His afflicted family would be glad
of any information as to his where
abouts.
As the diamond is found in tho
darkness Of the mine. as the light
ming shoots with most vivid flashes
from the gloomicst cloud, so does
mirthfulncss frequently proceed
from a heart susceptible of the deep
est melancholy.
No man is fit to manage a farm
who does not think beforehand
what it is best to do, and which is
the best way to do it. Work with
out thought, without plan, has been
the blunder OF many who pretended
TO be farmers.
An carly settler in New York ask
cd an Indian chief why he did not
work and lay up money lie said
that he saw no good reason for max
ing n slave Of himself sll. his life,
that his children might be lazy all
of theirs.
TIE ART or LoyE-All arts con
tinue to improve and flourish but
the art of love. The thing is
matter Of trade, sale and ealcula.
tion; and if our time was to pre-
duce an Ovid, he would never bo
popular unless he becaIne an auc
tioncer.
"A Boston gentleman who could
not dance offered a young lady one
hundred dollars if she would let
him hug her as much as the young
man did who just waltzcd with her.
1t was a good offer, and showed that
money was no object to him; but
they put him ont of the house so
hard that it made his eye black.
One pound of gold may be drawn
out into a beautiful wire that would
extend arouad the world. So ono
good decd may be felt through all
time, and even extend It's eonsc.
quences isto eternity. Though
done in the flush of youth, it may
gild the last hours of a long life.
and form the only bright spot in it,
a fair young friend Of the CIR
ZEN is surprised that SO many Of
our young men are too dull to com
prehend and too cowardly to adopt
the sentiment contained in the FOL.
lowing printers to1st:-
WoNAS-The faircst work in all
creation. The edition is large, and
no man should be without o copy.
It's a very pleasant and proper
thing DO doubt to have a purpose.
but happy IS the man who can give
over at intervals the steepie chase
ofthe world and have heart holt
day pass his hand across his brow