The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-08-28
SELECTED MISCELLANY.


not say how many years back, of tn
time; in word, when Sidney Smith re
joiced in his green, bright, old age, ant
Luttrcll and Rogers and Tommy Moor
were still capable of giving forth an oc
casional flash and when the venerable
Lord Brougham, and yet more venera
BILE Lord Lyndhurst, delighted il
friendly and brilliant sparring at din
ner tables whose hosts are now in theil
half-forgotten graves. | have known
some brilliant takers in Paris, Lamar
tine, and Dumas, and Cabarras, ant
! brightest, or at least, more constantly
bright of all, the late Mad. Emile de
Gi,ardin. I knew Douglas Jerrold
and am still happy enough to claim
acquaintance with certain men and wo-
men whose names, though well known,
it were perhaps invidious now to men,
ton. But for inexhaustibility, versa
tality, memory, and self-confdence,
never met any to compete with Buckle.
He could keep pace with any number OF
interlocutors on any number of sub
jects, from the abstrusest point of the
abstrusest science to the lightest je',
Esprit, and talk them all down and be
ready to start afresh. We met Buckle
on several subsequent occasions, and
his talk and his spirits never haggered
the same untiring energy marked all he
said and did and thought, and fatigue,
and oppression appeared to be things
unknown to him. Miss PO,Oer
The Uses or ADvERsIrY.-There is III
man higher than love of happiness; ;
he can do without happiness, and III
stead thereof find blessedness Was it
not to preach faith, this same higher,
that sages and martyrs, the poet and
the priest, in all time, have spoken
and suffered; in bearing testimony,
through life and through death, of the
godlike that is in man, and how in the
godliko only has he strength and free
dom? Which God-inspircd doctrine art
thou too honored to be taught o Hea-
ven and broken with manifold merciful
even till thou become con
trite and learn it? O thank thy des-
tiny for these thankfully bear what yet
remain; thou hast need of them the
self in thee needed to be annihilated.
BY benignant fever-paroxysm is life
roofing out the deep-seated, chronic
disease, and triumphs over death. On
the roaring billows of time thou art not
but borne aloft into the
azure of eternity. Love not pleasure
love God. This is the everlasting yea
wherein all contradiction is solved;
wherein it whose walks and works it is
we'll with him. Small is it that thou
can'st trample the earth with its injuries
under thy feet, as old Greek Neno
trained thee; thou can'st love the earth
while it injures thee, and even because
il INJURIES thee. For this greater than
Ieno was needed and he, too, was sent.
Knowest thou that "w0rship of sor-
,ow?" The temple thereof, opened |
,ome eighteen centuries ago, now lies |
n ruins, overgrown with jungles, the |
of doleful creatures; never
hcless, virtue, forward in low crypt
mched out of falling fragments, thou
indest the altar still there, and its sa-
,red lamp still perennially burning.
Sd'tOr ReSartnS.
THE Two KINDS or FRlENDsnIP.-
There are two kinds of friendship; one
IS the affection of the greater for the
less, the other that of the less for the
greater. The Greater and the less may
be differences of rank, or intellect, or
or power. These are the two
opposites of feeling which respectively
the masculine and the
feminine natures, the familiar symbols
of which are the oak and the ivy with
its clinging tendrils. But though they
nre the masculine and feminine types,
nre not confined to male and female.
Most of us have gone through both
these phases of friendship. Whoever
an attachment at school to
bow feebler than himself, will recollect
the exulting pride of guardianship with
which he shielded his friend from the
oppression of some young tyrant of the
playground. And whoever, Mt least in
ooyhood, or youth, loved man, to
whose mental or moral qualities he
ooked up with young reverence, will
.ecollect the devotion and jealousies,
md the almost passionate tenderness,
md the costly gifts, and the desire of
personal sacrifice, which characterize
,oyish friendship and which certainly
,elong to the feminine and not the mas
,uline type of affection. Doubtless the
anguagc of In Memoriam is tender in
he extreme, such as sister might use
o brother deeply beloved. But it is
o be remembered that it expresses the
of the spirit which reioices to
confess itself the feebler; and besides |
hat the man has passed into a spirit,
md that time and distance have thrown |
hallowing haze of tenderness over the |
ineaments of the friend of the past. |
T. W. Robertson.
The VALUE OF YEsrERDAY.-Great is
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