Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-02-22
WHAT MONEY OAN n0.

WHAT MONEY 0AN DO.
Many, many things can money do.
1t can transform the wilderness, drain
the morass, cover the desert with BIOS
SONS, rear up suddenly splendid DWELL
ings where only novels were before, fill
them with sumptuous furniture, fill
them with delicacies, fill them with
fiatter1ng friends. But though money
can DO almost all things, It can not
make young trees old, nor old folks
young. Here I am surrounded with
old, old elms, huge in trunk, with vast
branches, each large as tree stretched
out afar, to gain some light and liberty,
and yet all feeding by the same root.
One looks up into this vast canopy as
in the nave of a cathedral; yet no ca
thedral was ever so beautiful. What
architect would dare stretch out stone
as these branches do? With their i'm
mense weight, they lie upon the air
seemingly light as feathery spray.
Run your eye from their summit back
to the trunk. What immense leverage!
Upon these huge arms winds play and
storms have wrought. Out Of these
rude shapeless things storms have ever
evoked music. All along the weather
open spaces, moss in green patches lies
along the rugged boughs, poor and
weak in itself, yet able, of its mere
beauty, to add grace to this giant tree.
It is too high for singing birds, which
love lower trees and shrubs; but squir-
rels live here, having homes in the
holes left in the branches where storms
have broken off former companion
boughs.
Mighty as this tree is, which throws
its protecting arms over the house, it
was once riding-whip, which when
used for an hour was stuck into the
ground, took root, and behold, here it
is! look enviously upon this and its
companion trees. No money can build
such as these. Nature can not be
bribed to furnish them to order. While
waiting for them we die! One should
have ancestors. No matter about what
they put in their wills, if only they will
plant enough trees, which. when we
come along, shall be old and huge!
Young trees and young men are got
up too nicely-trim and snug! Only
when tree opens its top, and lets the
sunlight clear into the very center, does
it begin to be noble. Old trees, un-
like old men, have no infirmities. Their
strength does not depart, and their
glory abides! Happy are they who
frolic under them in childhood, and
who sit in old age calmly beneath their
shadow. We give out something of our
life to the things which surround us.
And trees, brooks, beetling rocks,
and dwellings register our thoughts of
sorrow, or our great joys; and, in after
years, I'VE recall much of our inward ex-
perience from the voiceless teachings
of inanimate things!-Beecher.
EccExrmcrr1Es OF GEN1us.-The Sun
day Dispatch, commenting upon the &C.
centricities of various great writer's,
says:
"Young, the poet, composed his
Night Thoughts with q skull before
him. Ennius, Eschylus, and Cato, all
got their inspiration while drinking.
Dryden used to take physic before set
ting himself to compose new piece.
Kant, the German philosopher, while
lecturing, had the habit of fixing his
attention upon one of his auditors who
wore a garment without q button in a
particular place. Byron drank brandy
while composing. Governor Geary al
ways fed himself on toasted cheese
while writing his famous tragedies.
General Collis's most remarkable poems
were written while sitting upon q warm
stove. George Alfred Townsend never
writes but when he has the nightmare.
This accounts for the peculiarities of
his style. James NJ. Scovel's finest
sermons was composed while the au-
thor was climbing a tree. Mr.. Vaux
wrote his well-known treatise on the
origin and history of conundrums en-
tirely upon secondhand paper collars.
The editor of this journal cannot write
unless his brain is maddened with copi-
GUS dmughts of ice water. We COM
pose best when the Office boy stands at
our side and prods us in the leg with a
hay-fork or pair of warm shears.
These are some of the peculiarities of
great men. Let the youth of the coun-
try learn from these examples how i'm
mortality can be gained. Our Office
boy can be engaged, for q small sum,
by any aspiring person who wishes to
be prodded with ahay-fork. ."-Saturday
Evening Post.
Little Jenny T., of North Board
street, is five years old. Her uncle
gave her doll on Christmas. Jenny
cherished her doll with all o mothers
care. The other day she was nursing
it on her knees. She started suddenly:
the doll fell, and the head was broken
off. Jenny was overcome with grief at
this misfortune, and looked aghast at
the poor headless doll: then, raising
her eyes, she said with a sigh of resig-
nation:
"Another little anoel in heaven"