The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1874-12-04
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SPRING HILL, Nov. %, 1874.

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SPRING HILL, Nov. %, 1874.
I Totte Editors of the Herald aud and Mcea:
The poet Southey styles Cowper 9Th,
! best of English letter writer's" COwpel
I says, "When [ have any epistolary bust
ness in hand L am apt to forget that a let
ter may be written on anything o. moth.
! ing, as anything or nothing happens to
occur There is comfort in the eOnclu-
/ sion and proceed upon his plan.
/ Men are apt TO follow much their own
! hUmOrs. To illustrate personally. A
barber at Court for The first time, was
asked what he saw? o, replied he, the
/ king WAS eXcelientiy trimmed In har-
mOny with this humor, / shall give
prominence to preachers.
The helpful half of our household
went in advance to Spring Hill to make
ready the home coming. sat in the
depot at Columbia painfully pondering
! how | should get my personal property
! aboard without loss of children or
trunks, when Rev. a. w. Smith enter
ed, and smilingly said, well, ma'am
I've come to see you on and off," I was
no sooner on, and he Oft, when another
pleasant, polite preacher came forward
to greet me; Rev. Joel w. Written, for
merly Of the Tennessee conference, now
of the North Alabama He was several
years our Z. e., and of course l could
claim his care.
Mr. Editor, have you meyer noticed
that you are not an entire stranger even
on the highway? | always meet with
Acquaintances, and the pleasant re-
union strengthens me tor the further
journey.
By this time my journey is at an end,
and we say good bye TO the brethren
Others are awaiting US, and before We
reach the new home, Rev. Mr.. Jordan,
station preacher at Spring Hill has
warmly welcomed US. If you have ever
been II sojOurner, you are familiar with
That chill which creeps on when day
light is gone; and darkness has deepen
Ell DER the earth. A wanderor records
his experience on this wise. Il was liz
the wilderp ess. The Night was full OF
voices, some sweet and musical, but
all strange to me. turned and the tears
fell fast, in that worl / OF song l beard
no Chirp OF the household cricket, no
note from 3IattUe bird" He sobbed Out
his sorrows in that plaintiYe song,
Home, home, sweet, sweet home
when Immediately a mOcking bird per-
chanc =, one whicR had sung under his
window in the old home caught up the
refrain and tenderly trilled it, till the
stranger was soOthed into sleep.
Pardon this DEPRESSION, but though so
often among strangers, l sometimes sur
was last Saturday, and the rain
added TO the general gloom. Surely
no one will venture out this weather,
When did the rain ever fail 50 last or flu
riOus as TO stay the steps of a good man,
GU kindly deed intent? a rap at the
door, and gontlo voice said, ''See how
soon I've found you out" Now you've
found OUT" WibhOut guessing who my
visitor was. Yes, Rev. K. G. Irvine,
once pastor OF this people, and whose
memory is as ointment poured forth
He had leisure Sabbath, (if | may class
the wOrds) and had come TO spend it
with his former flock. After The sleet
Saturday night, we did not expect the
sunshine on Sunday, though the sun
ought always to shine on that day. Had
he SIulnDCfed or yelled himself in 1
clouds, the sermon by Bro. Irvine) was
sunshine on the pilgrims path. For
This is our God forever and eyer: and
tie will be our guide even unto death"
Ihls Is the rich experience OF Ghristiani~
ty through ali ages, and sure prOph-
ecy for the future: He aOjU be our guide
even 't'tto death, and Ia death. The
characteristics OF a good guide were
aptly given, aud the issue OF the
successful journey in the pilgrims
victory over death was replete
with beauty. / was reminded of that
stirring song, sung with such effect by
Bishop Marvin at the late session of the
Tennessee Conference, at the close of
memorial service. He commences thus:
NJ y latest sun is sinking fast,
Ny race is almost run"
The following stanZa is fine, as pre-
sentiDg in lew words physical tact and
a beautiful poetic picture:
a know I'm nearing the holy ranks,
Of friends and kindred near,
For | bTusb the de3rs OfaJOrdan's banks;
The crossing must be Rc0r."
Travellers tell us that they know when
they arc III the vicinage OF a stream by
the cOpiOusness of the dew. The deti~
milton of Dew will help US to a clearer
conception OF the idea intended to be
conveyed. Dew is the vaEOr of air con-
densed by coming in contact NTH q body
cOIdcr than ITSELF How wildly does the
poet q. Haskell) portray the coming of
death! The song. with chorus, can be
found in ''The New Encyclopedia of
Poetical Quotations"
Spring Hill has lately enjoyed revi-
val of religion and valuable additions
have been made to the Methodist
Church. After the sermon Sabbath,
Bro. Jordan Opened the doors of the
church" for admission of members. l
heartily endorse his sensible remarks
on this solemn step-iOining the church.
Seldom have l seen tie service so i'm
preSivelv performed. His sermon at
night on Witnessing for Jesus, was such
testimony IS no sensible Juror could re-
ieCt
After preaching WAS introduced to
the widow and daughter of brother
Cant, once a member of the Tennessee
Conference. His appearance and voice
| can never forget. Softly through the
ais.os of time ! seem TO hear him sing
and the sweet old strains bear me back
to the days when friends were near who
iOiu himTnOW in song ana shout on the
other shore. But fer the "goOd GUIDE
how could We bear tho Weariness aud
sorrow OF human life? | said | should
give prominence to preachers. A color
.ad bi--i~" I""f-ranca of the NJ l.
Church has been in session here. About
forty members were in attendance. l
was amused Tonight at tue mistake
made by alittle boy. He saw a number
Of persons leaving town and inquired if
the conference had GbGfcd." The in
quiry was not made OF the municipal
authorities.
With so many preachers in the place
perhaps you aye calculating nay chances
for chicken on Thanksgiving Day. l
am obliged for the generous thought,
but other folks had the same sort.
Brother Jordan and his good wife were
not forgetful that travellers are always
hungry, and sent portions to them tor
whom nothing had been prepared"-
enough tor me and as Brother Figuers
would say my ''menagarie :"
Last week we had no HERALD, and
Friday was a tong day. Toward night
sent TO the Obliging u. NJ. aud borrow
ed one and we all felt in local limits
after Il look into its friendly face.
MRS. SUE f, MOONEY.
Carriers Creek.