Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1871-11-04

Johns palatial home, where all, fOI
Johns sake gave her cordial vel
come.
Maria returned to her own home
accepting the change that her OWL
folly had wrought, with a grace that
was deserving Of praise. Her uncle
took pity on her, and allowed her q
small annuity. She never married
nor forgot that unfortunate summer
For the Whig and Tribune.
TRANSIENT THOUGHTS.
Autumn is here with her premOn-
tory blasts and fading leaves, and
to our short sight it seems contrary
to the "eternal fitness of things, f"
that all the Summers beauty of Leaf
and flower should be laid in t,iC
dust. But will il be forever? Viii
they not bloom again for angel eyes,
l love to believe that the material
beauty of the universe is immortal,
that the forms of loveliness and
scenes of grandeur that delight us
here, or on which our mortal eyes
may never rest, win be reproduced
in that land of eight and glory
marred by no sign OF decay, with nc
trace of the serpent.
1t is hard 10 believe that the sweet
.howers, all that is left to us oi
Eden's purity and innocence, utterly
perish even in form. Gather pure
white lilies, rosebuds and magno-
lias some dewy Summer morning,
let the early sunshine fall on their
dripping, sparkling petals; is not
their fragrance the very breath OF
heaven? do they not seem to embody
divinity? the very essence of purity,
peace, humility and love in its holi-
est sense? Could the angels, if per-
mitted, bring us anything lovelier9
Beauty, mental, moral and physical
is divine in its origin and essentially
and alike immortal, but here
1--WE see through glass darkly,"
and when the blight comes as now,
we sigh and murmur-why is it,
why is it?
And the tree of human life is scat
tering its leaves. Some parched by
the Summer sun, gladly sinking to
rest on the bosom of mother earth;
others in the perfection of their
strength and beauty, or the fresh in
nocence of budding childhood, sud-
denly blighted by deaths untimely
frost.
Said a friend who was passing
''the dark river" al wish 1 could
talk to you, but my breath is too
short, l shall soon breath it away"
And as ! looked on her changing
face and thought of her sixty-three
years; of what makes up woman's
life, joys, sorrows, hopes, fears, end
less du ties and cares, all passing
with her falling breath, the thought
came. Life what is it, the longest
life and shortest are alike, soon
''breathed away"
Passing from that quiet chamber,
where the "peace of God" rather
than the ''hush of death" prevailed,
the streets bright with the sunshine
of early autumn were gay with the
fair faces and pretty costumes of
dispensing wedding crowd. One of
Jsckson's loveliest and most be-
loved daughters in an April shower
Of smiles and tears had just bid
adieu to all her friends here for a
distant home, with the one she had
vowed to Glove, honor and obey"
before the haliowed altar of the
church of her earliest childhood.
thoughts arose of another
fair bride, who had gone forth in
youth and beauty, and in a short
time was borne to thai same altar
and the same beloved pastor who
had prayed Gods blessing when she
united with the people and pro-
nounced her marriage benediction,
1nee again raised his dear voice,
Lremulous with feeling, over her
Young beautiful head, but alas! the
prayer was not for blessings on her
life, but for consolation to the
stricken ones who mourned her ear
" death.
Life's changes come gradually and
It's contrasts are ever before us, till
we grow callous to their impress
sions, but sometimes we are startled
from our indifference, and our eyes
opened to realities that cannot again
be forgotten.
Twas so that afternoon Il shall
soon breath it away" had set me
''sooE breath it away"
what, one breath? 'Tis easy drawn
and easily stopped, and with it goes
life? No, not life? This worlds only
part Of it. It's sorrows, cares, pains;
its hopes and joys that rise no higher
than earth, and better than all its
sins all pass with one breath, but
our holiest affections, our inteIlectu-
al thirst, all that is good and pure in
our fallen but redeemed souls, viii
not be breathed away with our frail
mortal life; every higher capacity
for happiness will expand as new
and undreamed of pleasures fill the
soul.
And do we leave forever the ma
terial world? Is not matter spirit
made manifest?
They err who materalize spirit,
should we not rather spiritualize
matter? But.Others
-s.GropiHg blindly in the darkness
Pray that we may
Touch Gods right hand in that darkness
And be lifted up and strengthed."
Jackson Oct, 9th 1871. MARAH.
AMADMAN's CRUISE ON A LoG.-
There is no knowing what shape a
mans insanity may take. At Coun-
ell Bluffs, Iowa, last week, as a
steamer was crossing the river, some
one on board described a man Goat
inc d..rr-v, &ha rix-ar ~, q lnn A hoo