The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-10-31
HAPPY THOUGHTS.

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! The world hath nothing TO beEtOw-
| From Onr own selves our bliss must howy
EatIanieI Cotton.
TIE action of the soul is oftener in
that which is felt and left unsaid, than
in that which is said in any converse
ton. It broods over every society, aud
men unconsciously seek for it in each
other Emerson.
TAKE ten cents and go to g leather
dealer and get pound or two of shoe
pegs, and boil them well in molasses,
and let them stand until cold, and they
are Just as good as barberries in fact,
no one can tell the difference.
A MAN is known to his dog by the
smell; to his tailor by the coat; to his
friend by the smile; each Of these
know him, but how little or how much,
depends on the dignity of the intelli-
gence. That which is truly and indeed
characteristics of the man is known only
to God-R1tsktn.
A WITTY scientist once silsnced a Lon
don fsh-woman, who was pouring out
at him q food of vile talk, by hurting
at her, in emphatic tones, the language
of paIeontology, thus, ''YOu iehthyosa-
urus, you pterodactyl, I'll feed you on
cephalopods, and saurians shall consume
ysur parietaIs." In blank silence the
woman stared at her enemy, and did not
after word in reply.
Because You flourish in worldly affairs,
Don't be hauty and put on airs,
with insOlent pride Of station
{ Don't be proud and turn up your nose
At poorer people, IN palmer clothes,
TbSt v-ealbfs = bubble that comes and goss9
And that all proud mesh, wherever II sroEsr
Is subject to irritation. SGae-
A SON of Erin once accOsted a rever-
end disciple of SwedenbOrg thus "Mr.
-, You say that We are to follow the
same business in heaven that wO do III
this world % Yes, that Is in perfect
accordance with reason for the Creator
, himself is not idle, and why should his
creatures be ?" "Well, thin, yer honor,
do paple die there ?" Certainly not /,
they are as immortal as the Creator
himself" ''Thin I should like to
know, yer honor, what they'll find for
me to do, for I'm Prave-digger in this
world"
TINE divides itself into these three
continents, yesterday, to-day, and TO-
morrow, each grand, and each peculiar.
and each measureless. The divinity
that presides over tomorrow is called
Hope; the present has no guardian by
name, and the divinity of yesterday is
called Memory. There is no elOquence,
no poetry, no process of reasoning that
can do justice to the beauty and inhu-
ence of any one of these periods. Look
ing backward and forward the heart
becomes overwhelmed with the weight
and mystery of the theme.-DGUtd r.
Ui1lg.
Roars there ever a beast in his forest den,
Hear we thunder in heaven, horn among men
| On the hillsteps maiden now and then,
! Answer through space thou makest again
With small delay.
1 Aware Of the thunder's rafting roll,
OF the winds and the wsves, when without oonSro.-
| OF the cries where the village shepherds stroll
, Reply thou givesti
| Yet thou thyself without one answering soul,
poet hvest. From the hUsssSa
A POWERFULLY imaginative mind, says
Ruskin, seizes and combines at tho
same time, not only two, but all impor-
tant ideas of its poem or picture, and
J while it works with one of them, 1t II
, at the same instant working with, and
! modifying all in their relations to 1t,
never losing sight of their bearings on
each rother. This faculty is indeed
J something that looks as if man were
made after the image of God. Is 1t In
conceivable, admirable, altogether dl-
/ vine and yet, wonderful as 1t may
seem, 1t it palpably evident that no less
an operation Is necessary for the pro
) duction of any great work.
I THERE IS sort Of homely truth
e and psturaIness in some books which is
very rare to find, and yet looks cheap
enough. Homeliness is almost as great
! a merit in book as IN a house, if the
, render would abide there. It is next to
p beauty, and a very high art. Some
have this merit only. Very few men
can speak of nature, for instance, with
any truth. They overstep her modesty,
somehow or other, and confer no favor.
They do not speak a good word for her.
The surliness with which the wood
chopper speaks of his woods, handling
them as indifferently as his Ak, Is better
than the mealy-mouthed enthusiasm Of
the lover Of nature. -T THOreau.
The hills
Rock-ribbsd and ancient - the sun, the oaks
I Stretching in pensive quietnsss between;
The venerable woods, rivera that move
/ IN jssfy, and the complaining brooks
I That make the meaaows green aud, poured
round all.
[ Old Ocsan's gray aud melancholy waite,
Are but the solemn decorations ali
, OF the great tomb Of man. The golden sun
I The planets, all the lnhuGte host OF heaven
Are shining the sad abOdss q death
| Through the Etin Iapse Of ERea. AL that tread
The globe are but q handful % the tribes
! That sluuiber in is bosom. Take the Vings
I OF morning, and the Rarcan desert pierce.
or lose thyself in the continuous woods
, Where rolls ths Oregon, aud 5earu no sound
BrgaHt
3 CHKERFULSEss AND MmTH--I have
: always preferred cheerfulness to mirth.
; The latter 1 consider as an act, the for
! uner as a habit of the mind. Mirth is
! short and transcient, cheerfnlness hxed
and permanent. Those are often raised
r into the greatest depression of melan-
: ohoIly on the contrary, cheerfulness,
t though it does not give the mind an ex-
r ouigite gladness, prevents us from fall
inc into any depths of sOrrow. Mirth
IL like q fash Of lightning that breaks
, through a gloom of clouds. and glitters
for q moment; cheerfuiness keeps up a
, kind of daylight in the mind, and fills
/ it with a steady and perpetual serenity.