The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-08-22
SELECTED MISCELLANY.

time, IN word, when Sidney Smith re-
/ joieed in his green, bright, old age, and
Iiuttrell and Rogers and Tommy Moore
were still capable of giving forth an oc-
casional fash; and when the venerable
Lord Brougham, and yet more venera-
BILE Lord Lyndhurst, delighted in
friendly and brilliant sparring at din
ner tables whose hosts are now in their
half-fOrgotten graves. I have known
some brilliant takers in Paris, Lamar
tine, and Dumas, and Cabarras, and
brightest, or at least, more constantly
bright of all, the late Mad. Emile de
Girardin. I knew Douglas Jerrold
and I 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
tion. But for inexhaustibility, versa
tality, memory, and self-confdence, 1
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 hghtest .jeu
d'8prit, 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 faggered !;
the same untiring energy marked all he
said and did and thought, and fatigue,
and oppression! appeared to be things
unknown to him.-Hi88 PO1Uer.
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man higher than love of happiness; );
he can do without happiness, and in
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
godlike only has he strength and free
dom? Which God-inspired doctrine art
thou too honored to be taught, o Hea-
ven and broken with manifold mercifuI
! Affections, 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 pillows of time thou art not
engulphed, 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
well with him. Small is it that thou
can'st trample the earth with its injuries
under thy feet, as old Greek Zeno
trained thee; thou can'st love the earth
while it Injuries thee, and even because
it Injuries thee. For this a greater than
Zeno was needed and he, too, was sent.
Knowest thou that worship of sor-
row?" The temple thereof, opened
some eighteen centuries ago, now lies
in ruins, overgrown with jungles, the
habitation of dOIefuI creatures never
theless, virtue, forward in a low crypt
arched out of falling fragments, thou
fndest the altar still there, and its sa-
cred lamp still perennially burning.
.Sartor Re8Grt1s8.
THE Two KINDS OF FRTENDsHP.-
There are two kinds of friendship; one
is the affection of thu 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
character, or power. These are the two
oppOsites of feeling which respectively
characterize the masculine and the
feminine natures, the familiar symbols
of which are the oak and the ivy with
its clinging tendriIs. But though they
are the masculine and feminine types,
are not confined to male and female.
Most of US have gone through both
these phases of friendship. Whoever
remembers an attachment at school to a
boy feebler than himself, viii recoIIect
the exulting pride of guardianship with
which he shielded his friend from the
oppression of some young tyrant of the
play ground. And whoever, at least IN
bOyhOod, or youth, loved q man, to
whose mental or moral qualities he
looked up with young reverence, will
recollect the devotion and iealousies,
and the almost passionate tenderness,
and the costly gifts, and the desire of
personal sacrifice, which characterize
boyish friendship and which certainly
belong to the feminine and not the mas
culine type of affection. Doubtless the
language of In Memoriam is tender in
the extreme, such as a sister might use
to brother deeply beloved. But it is
to be remembered that it expresses the
affection of the spirit which rejoices to
confess itself the feebIer; and besides
that the man has passed into a spirit,
and that time and distance have thrown
a hallOwing haze of tenderness over the
lineaments of the friend of the past
F. w Robertson.
THE VALUE OF YESTERDAY. Is
the Office of hope We have no word
too good or extreme for that faculty,
but we would enter plea in behalf of
the value of yesterday in its relations
to mind and heart. Hope Is a grand
sentiment, but 1t conveys no informa-
ton. All the informotiOn Of the soul
comes up from the days that are gone.