Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1874-07-11

and her shadowy brood obey thy call;
even time aud place are subject to thy
sway. In the halls Of memory ne hear
MANY familiar football and meet many
a well.known face. Her brightness
NAV fade and her dreams become sad,
but still she is dear and in her twilight
bowers the mind loves to dwell. Sooth-
ed by her gentle influence, guided by
her fairy hand we are safely conducted
through the journey of life. and as year
after year passes away, our lives may be
so regulated that when the summer OF
life has departed we will have the mex
pressible Joy of reviewing with feelings
of intense satisfaction and gratitude the
memories of bygone days.
"And when icy death, approaching near
Shall bid lifes transient visions disappear,
Whom DER his eyes the 6lmy vapor spreads
And all the allurements Of the world have He'd,
May memory then her wonted praises resign
And from reiec ton awaken hope divine,
Amidst his feeling still some virtues trace
Some lair exerlons, and some deed OF grace,
From chill despair the struggling spirit save
And whisper Happiness beyond the grave
Grafton, "Honesiy The Best Policy,
by Andrew Lemaster.
According to Grecian mythology, the
Temple of Honor had no portals OF Its
own. and all who entered it must pass
through the temple Of virtue. lie that
would gather the golden apples and de-
licieus fruits of the garden OF Hesperi-
des, pluck its fragrant flowers, repose IN
its sacred gloves and battle IN Its llmpid
waters, must FIRST be tried by the touch
stone Of honesty, or he passes not the
sleepless dragon that. guards the en-
trance. But He that is above and before
all mythology has issued His command:
Chou shalt not steal, and it mpst be
obeyed or terrible will be the conse
quences. Honesty must be the immu-
table law of our being, far the source Of
power lies deep within man, ana when
it bursts forth, like spring it must find
channel or it will force one for itself
and sweep along like the fiery eruptlons
of volcano, Human nature under the
control of corrupt motives presents
mournful spectacle, though endowed
with the most illustrious talents. Flo
quenee may thunder with the storm
rush with the torrent-gllde with the
river-murmHr with the rill, and whis-
per with the breeze; it is of little avail,
if deceit is or the tongue and poison III
the heart.
"Manknd is weak and little to be trusted,
!f self, the balance shake, its rarely right aG-
jrsted."
A corrupt and selfish policy will Sc
cretly and surely undermine the soul,
and leave the proud temple deprived
of its beauty and symmetry, TO sink into
mournful ruins The dishonest man
both in church and State is first sus-
pected, then watched, detected, exposed
and degraded, so that the reproach OF
his memory more than counteIbalances
the virtue of his character, the lustre OF
his talents, aud glory of his deed. His
contemporaries may be blinded by the
splsndcr of his achievements OF intimi-
dated by the greatness of his power,
but his death will be the signal for The
return of honesty and truth to the field
he had made desolate, and poste'ity Will
erect over his grave monument OF In
delible infamy.
Men there are, who, though gifted
with eloquence and wisdom, are still
the slaves of some peryerse passion;
Mercury, who though the messenger OF
the gods and blessed with eloqnence
such that winged words flowed from his
lips with irresistible power, could not
refrain from stealing. He deprived
Apollo of his oxen, robbed Neptune of
his trident, Venus of her girdle, Mars
of his sword, Vulcan of his hammer,
Jupiter of his sceptre, and would have
carried off his thunderbolts if they had
not been so hot and heavy. Such men
are like Proteus and can change their
opinions to suit their politics; become
sophist and fatterer, traitor and patriot,
as occasion may require. They are like
Caesar on the banks of the Rubicon
hesitating between his country's ruin
and his own, he cries, "If pass this
stream in what calamities must / involve
my country? Yet, if do not. | myself
am ruined" He crossed and Rome
was free no more.
Would you avoid the steep and
stormy height on which the boundaries
of virtue end q? Then array yourselves
in the panoply of honesty and truth.
Let your courage be that of a good
conscience, and seek no reeompense
beyond its appreciation and the luxury
of doing good.
Grafton, "7he Power of Mind," by
Clinton NJ Miller.
In the midst of the MONDAY splendor
that now encircles science, We are apt
to lose sight of the struggles through
which mind has passed i'll its onward
march.
Turn back and pierce through the
clouds of obscurity that have been gath
cred BY time in its flight and which
have enveloped the history of former
wears and observe the condition of man
az he then lived. Superstition had en-
folded him in her sable mantle, had de-
stroyed the power Of his intellect, and
held him in a state of bondage worse
than abject slavery. Ignorance had
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