The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-08-23
GOLDHN THOUGHTS.

I THINK that to have known one
good oil Il man-one man who,
through the chances and raischances
of long life, has carried his heart
IN his hand, like palm branch,
waving all discords into peace-helps
our faith in God, in ourselves, and
IN each other more than many SER
mons.-G. Z. Curtis.
WE HEAR much of martyrs and con-
tessors-of those who were slain by
the sword or consumed by the fire;
but we know little of that still larger
number who, by the mere threat of
persecution, have been driven into
an outward Abandonment of their
real opinions, and who, thus forced
into an apostasy the heart abhors,
have passed the remainder of their
lives In the practice of Il constant
and humiiating hypocrisy. It is
this which is the real curse of reIi-
glous persecution buckle.
1T IS the grandeur of all truth
which can occupy very high place
IN human interest that it is never
absolutely novel to the meanest of
minds; it exists eterRally by way of
germ or latent principle in the low
est as well as in the highest, needing
to be developed, but never to be
pbtnted.-De Quancey.
The HEART of God lies about our
lives as closely as the air. There Is
no smallest act or thought that does
not echo itself In Him, and this di-
vine presence is intensely sympathet-
&c. 1t is not the mere oversight of
a judge, registering praise and blame.
1t Is the companionship of one who
rejoices in all our JOY, and suffers in
ali our pain. There is no glad heart
beat in the world that the Almighty
heart does not beat with gladness in
response. There is no little child s
cry of sorrow over its broken toy
that q more than mothers love does
not catch.-ChristiGn Union.
REMEMBER watching, last summer,
spiders that burrowed in the crew
ices of a trellis, where the wind had
born much dust I noticed that the
hole where they lay lurking looked
dark and ugly. I also noticed, as
sat one day watching, vagrant spi-
der take morning glory in full bios
som, and spin his web over the
mouth of it. And there never was q
prettier nest in the world-a nest 30
richly gemmed with beauty-than
his was. But after all it was the
same spider, whether he lay in the
dark hole at the corner of the trellis,
or In the blossom of that exquisite
flower. Now, selfishness may weave
its web in the dusky places, or in the
hideous-looking recesses of a mans
disposition, or about the mouths OF
graces and sweet affections; but it is
the same selfshness after all. The
place is changed, and the appearance
of the surroundings is changed, but
the spider is not changed.-H. w.
Beecher.
SHORTY after her arrival in Ireland,
where Mrs. nemans died, she was
extremely unwell When among the
mountain scenery of the fine county
of Wicklow during n storm, she was
struck by one effect in the hills. II
was produced by rainbow diving
down into a gloomy mountain pass
which it seemed really to flood with
its colored glory. ''I could not help
thinking" she remarked, "that il
was like our religion, piercing and
carrying brightness into the depths
of sorrow and the tomb" All the
rest of the scene around that one il.
Illuminated spot was wrapt in the pro-
foundest darkness.