The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1874-08-06
RANDOM THOUGHTS.
BY THE EDITOR.

the body dies the soul remains IN an un-
conscious state until the resurrection of
the bedy. Others claim that the soul is
that living principle within us that can
think, love, hate, hope, fear, &c. / read
somewhere lately that the soul can see
without the aid of the physical eye and
this is given as proof that there is some
principle within us that lives independ-
ent of the body.
Persons often say to me that have a
most remarkable memory-that | can
remember incidents of my boyhood, and
relate them with an accuracy that is won
derful. Now do not believe that my
memory is any better than the general
average, but have more to say about
personal recollections than many others.
What is memory? Some say that
every impression we receive by means of
any of the five senses, is impressed
photographed as it were, upon the brain.
For instance, we see an object-it may be
a man, and his image is at once photo
graphed in miniature upon certain part
of the brain, and every time we think of
him the mind merely turns and looks
upon that miniature photograph l do
not think that can be so. or person ad-
vanced in years, who has good memory,
would have his brain so covered with
photographs that they would overlap and
destroy each other.
| will relate few incidents to show the
power of memory. The Incidents have
in themselves 20 significance, and this is
the reason why give them. IF they had
been great events, like comets or earth
quakes, or great fires, or wars, or pesti-
lence, they would of course have made
such an impression as to have been re-
membered. presume majority of my
readers can recall just such incidents. I
want to set those of metaphysical turn
of mind to thinking about this matter.
short time ago l spoke of going to
Scioto Furnace on the Fourth of July,
and / spoke of seeing there Elder John
Bennett. 1 also spoke of going with John
Phillips, of Bloom Furnace, to a well to
get drink of water. As we start
ed back to the picnic, Mr.. Phillips
said he wanted to speak to his father-in-
law, who was sitting under a shed at a
house near the we'll His father-in-law
was Gilbert Bennett, brother of John
Bennett The Bennetts were friends OF
my father. They were all members oi
the Baptist church, and saw Mr.. Ben
nett as long ago as l can remember He
was called old Gil Bennett when 1 can
first remember. Mr.. Bennett told me
that he is now 80 years of age.
After the picnic great many persons
were strung along the hill west of the
railroad station, resting in the shade
until the train should arrive. l took my
seat on the side of the hill, in an old
abandoned road, sodded over with grass.
l looked down at the house where l had
seen Mr. Bennett, and then looking
north half mile could see nearly to
the place where I first cut cord wood,
forty-two years ago. Mr.. Bennett had a
sister married to Sam. Washburn, who
resided on the road short distance this
side of the Furnace. He had another
sister married to George Gray, who had
several boys. The eldest two, Jim and
Sam, nearly of my age, cut wood near
where did, in 1880. They were often
at our shanty. In our shanty were en-
camped Lewis Massey, Young Slater and
his son Sam, old Jep Massey and his
sons Tom and Aleck, and others. One
evening Jim Gray and Sam came past
our shanty and stopped to talk while.
They said they were going over the hill
to uncle Sans, (Mr. Washburn's.) Jim
had on homespun jeans coat, dyed
brown with some kind of bark It was
short in the skirt, very short in fact
Lewis Massey looked at him for mo-
ment and then remarked: Jim, your
coat tail has been cut off twice, and is
too short yet" then noticed that there
was a large, ragged looking hole on the
shoulder of the coat, and as it was ap-
parently new coat, / asked him what
caused that hole. He said he laid his
coat on stump when he was chopping,
and he fell tree upon it, Yes said
Sam, 'and when he goes home mother
will say, Jim. what is the matter with
your coat Did the cattle chew it?
The appearance of all the parties, the
very sound and tone of their voices, are
as distinctly before me as if the matter
had taken place yesterday, instead of
forty-two years ago.
Below our shanty. down by the side of
the wagon road leading to the furnace
had been coal hearth. In this hearth
a cabin was built, and in it lived Jeff
Lindsey. His wife was daughter of old
BAIL Lewis, a Baptist preacher, who lived
near Oak Hill fifty years ago. stopped
at Lindsey's cabin one morning. Mrs.
Lindsey was small woman, with wide
space between her upper front teeth.
can see in my mind as exactly how she
looked as if she were before me now. She
had two little girls, who thought at the
time were the most restless children 1
ever saw. They were climbing on top of
the chairs, and one of them had pieces of
broken glass in its mouth, and l was
really afraid they would kill themselves
before left.
Where lay in this old road resting,
bad been in the summer of 1882. was