Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1871-09-17
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Nothing on earth can smile but human
beings. Gems may flash reflected light,
but-what- lis @ diamond fash and mirth
flash? A face that cannot smile is like a
a bud that cannot blossom, and dies upon
the stock. Laughter is day, and sobriety
is night; and a smile is the twilight that
hovers gently between both, and more be-
witching than either.
THE OTHER WoRLD.-There is digni-
ty in going away alone which we call dy-
ing-that wrapping of the mantle of i'm
mortality about us; that putting aside
with pale hand the azure curtains that
are around this cradle of world T; that
venturing away from home for the first
time in our lives, for we are dead, and see
ing foreign countries not laid down on any
maps we have read about. There must be
lovely lands somewhere starward, for none
ever return who go thither, and we very
much doubt if any would if they could.
CHRISTIAN COURTESY. man has
his faults, his failings, his peculiarities.
Every one of us finds himself crossed by
such failings of others from hour to hour
and if we were to resent them all, or even
notice all, it would be intolerable. If for
every outburst of hasty temper, and for
every rudeness that wounds us in our daily
path, we were to demand an apology, re-
quire an explanation, or resent it by retail
alton, daily intercourse would be impossi-
BILE. The very science of social life consists
in that gliding tact which avoids contact
with the sharp irregularities of character,
which does not seek to adjust or cure them
all, but covers them if it did not see. So
Christian spirits throws cloak over these
Things. 1t knows when it is wise not to
see. That microscopic distinctness in
which all faults appear to captious men
who are forever blaming, dissenting, COM
planning disappears in the large, calm
gaze of love. And o, it is this spirit which
| our Christian society lacks, and which we
shall never get till each one begins with
| his own heart.
| A MOTHERS INFLUENCE.-The follow
| ing gem, from one of Mr.. Wendell Phil
| lips speeches, should be read in every
| family:
A mother, on the green hills of Vermont,
| was holding by the right hand son, six
| teen years old, mad with the love Of the
sea. And as she stood by the garden gate
| one morning, she said: +" Edward, they
tell me, for never saw the ocean, that the
great temptation of seaman's life is drink.
Promise me, before you quit your mothers
hand, that you will never drink liquor"
| "And, - said he, for he told the story, II
gave the promise, and / went the globe
l
| San Francisco and the Capeo Good Hope
| the North and South Poles; I saw them
all in forty years, and / never saw a glass
| filled with sparkling liquor that my moth
er's form at the gate did not rise up before
my eyes, and to-day am innocent of the
taste of liquor"
| Was not that sweet evidence of the pow
er of single word? Yet that is not half,
1" for,n still continued he, yesterday there
came into my counting-room man of for
ty years.
/ "'Do you know me?'
| ."'No.S
| "'Well, said he, Il was brought drunk
in your presence on ship-board; you were
a passenger; they kicked me aside !; you
took me to your berth and kept me there
till l had slept off the intOxication; you
! then asked me if had mother; L said 1
had never he I'd word from her lips; you
told me of yours at the garden-gate, and
| to-day am master of one of the finest
ships in New York harbor, and came to
ask you to come and see me-
How far the little candle throws its
beam! The mothers words on the green
hills of Vermont God be thanked for the
mighty power of a single word!