The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-12-14
Twilight Musings.

lis evening. The golden sun IS
hid behind the hills; but earth and
sky, tinted with its parting ray, are
blushing in beauty. The snow
white clouds above my head flash
back the light. and the newborn
oaken leaves clap their tiny hands
in gIee. The tall cedars, whose
poplar heights nod their heads
above the chimney tops, gently
sway in the wind Of early autumn;
and the silver foliage of the aspen
| tremblcs with delight, as together
they whisper their evening prayer.
| The little lambs are asleep in the
pasture and the idle mill again is
listening to the old love tale of the
lispin6 river. The sweet song of
nature is crest and peace" and all
things are hushed and inviting to
! dreams. This is home in the eoun-
1 try, at that hour of all hours, most
| cherished to the poet soul, and
dreamy Observation-Disclosures
when the day is breathing 'good-
nightr' and the night is whispering
good morrow
The shuddering and trembling
Of earth, as the shrieking of train
whistles down the brakes, tell of
the footsteps of man, and though
nature sleeps, he must come, and
he must gO,-onwsrd forever.
From the not far distant city
come the soft stl aims of martial
music; now dying away with the
| breeze, then swelling and throb-
bling more distinct, as a pause in
nature bushes the rustling leaves.
The streets are full of life-en-
Toying the early return Of cool au-
tumn, and communing with their
/ own hearts that of another. Some
are gay and thoughtless, and heed
not the life that is passing; others,
in mourning weeds, tell us he is
dead-that life has no joys, death
no sting. At every street-corner
poverty and want stand vainly beg
ging. Misery has dropped her gay
attire, and woe is unmasked for the
night.
1 see work there that many
hands could do-a work that many
hearts will never find. And yet
sit idly dreaming Of what might
have been" might yet be, perhaps,
If I acre man. The world says a
,oonan must confine her enthusiasm
within the sanctum Of her home
But, though much slave to pub
lie opinion, something within my
heart says, Not sol All have not
a mission at home; as all have not
a home for their mission;" that
"there is a nobler life to live than
queen of the parlors, or the petted
darling Of the household" And
methinks the more I study woman
the less I find her influence exertad
as it should, and stronger motives
for advocating those principles that
1 believe will make her greater
thinkers and more active doers.-
In her voluntary dependence l sec
a lazine that can only be excused
from her educated repulsion of con
, tending with the world and its diff
: culties.
;, Many are noble exceptions, and
in married life the greater majority
but among the young, life is looked
. upon too much as an idle dream
as a season for vanity and pleasure
i And thus with their beauty, by the
| love of their charms, are guilty o
leading many men astray. Guilty
OF sinking into insignificanc,
. / all development of mental powers
: and thus winning them from honot
and success. But woman has'beei
t, so often told to be gentle and cling
2 ing, to be silly and to be SILENT il
2 the way to win and to be wOoed, il
: the way to carry lies burden anC
= fulfil ones mission, that she hat
> forgotten the nobleF life within
S and dares not indulge in the UMPIRE
5 cedented desire 10 be intelligent
e for fear she be considered strong
a minded" And so in frizzles an,
a RIFLES, her little head is soon fllee
o with beaux and flirtstions, and wo
j. manhood comes and finds her but
Il child in mind That our ancestor
/ were guilty of such weakness
+ cannot believe, and am unwilling
S to confess that We. as an American
s people, do not possess this ever,
, virtue With increased proportion t
our advantages.