The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1873-01-24
WIT AND WISDOM.

Motto for grocers-Honest tea is
the best policy.
We may commit to memory without
committing to heart.
Bill Shanks says that courtship is
bliss, but matrimony is blister.
The greatest advantage that we gain
from history is the enthusiasm that it
begets.
How can n man learn to know him.
| self? BY observation, never; but by
action. Endeavor to do thy duty and
| thou shalt know what is within thee.
! Goethe.
| An old lady in Hamshire county
says her husband died Of palsy or plexy
the doctors couldn't make out which,
and she reskons she shall go the same
way, it's so heredictary in the family.
The league between virtue aud ma
ture engages all things to assume hos
tile front to vice. Commit a crime, and
the earth is made of glass. Commit a
crime. and il seems as il q coat of snow
fell on the ground. such as reveals in
the woods the track of every partridge
and fox and squirrel and mole.-EDleT-
son.
The very boy you have heard about
who disobeyed his father and went n
swimming, lives in Richmond, Indiana,
and his father said to the wicked boy
"You've been a-swimming." Tho
wicked boy said 81 bain't." The pa
said You have, sir, and you've got
your shirt ON t'other side OUT
"Pshaw!' said the wicked boy, that
shirt got turned wrong side out getting
over the fence"
Last Sunday n worthy father of n
numerous family was taking one of his
little ones, child of seven years, 10
church. On the way, the little fellow
met q playmate and stopped to play
marbles. A quarter of an hour after,
his father saw him coming TO him bath
ed in tears. What is the matter? he
asked Papa, l have lost all my mar
bles OF course, God Furnishes you for
not going to church. But, papa neith-
er did Joseph go-and he has won!
EPIrAPH on A REsURREcTIonsT.
Here lies an honest man, my brothers,
Who has raised hifdself by raising others:
Anxious his friends from soil TO save,
His converse still was with the grave;
To rescue from the tomb his mission,
He took men OF TO the physician;
And strove that ALL whom death releaseg,
Should rest-if not In pcace-n picceV.
So here he waits his resurrection,
In hopes his life may bear dissection.
Rogers had very peculiar notions
poetry. The highly imagi-
native had no charm for him. He could
not appreciate the grandeur of the
oriental language of the Old Testn-
ment, and constantly contrasted IL
with the simple pathos of the New.
He would quote the celebrated descrip-
ton of the horse in the Book Job.
4" His neck is clothed with thunder, and
he crieth ha, ha! to the lighting
That's nonsense, he said to me; then
turning to the 11th chapter Of st. John,
he pointed to the two words which form
the 36th verse: "Jesus wept.' That's
poetry -Pldnche's RscOHectiOns.
Adam Bede had not outlived his
sorrow-had not felt it slip from him as
a temporary burden, and leave him the
same man again. Do any of us? God
forbid. 1t would be poor result of all
our anguish and our wrestling, If we won
nothing but our old selves at the end of il
if we could return to the same blind
loves. the same self-confident blame,
the same light thoughts of human Euf-
fering, the same frivolous gossip over
human lives, the same feeble
sense of that unknown toward which we
have sent forth irrepressible cries in our
loneliness. Let us rather be thankful
that our sorrow lives in us az nm inde-
structible force, only changing its form,
as forces do, and passing from pain into
one poor word which in
rludes all our best insight and our best
ove-GcOrge Eliot.