The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1875-03-17
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Tothe Editor of the 1fOFristsEn Gazette: -si
As cosmopoiite, Swinging arount
the circle, I propose to drift into diff
ferent localities in my perambula
tions and my ,peristatic way. and
Iocast a healthy nature of cheerfnlnes:
so natural in this boy, who seeks tc
impart, as to such as are morbid
heart sick and weary. that they may
come and be comforted-(as mas
sive divine would say)-and feel as
an invalid when they get into those
climates where the temper ature is
congeniai to a daily return of sun.
shine and no surprise of frost or rain
which brings calm and healing. b
1t is not my province to descant
upon artistic of the beautiful Bap-
tist or Presbyterian Church, whose
tower, | trust, Jupiter will not hurt
his thunders on; nor will | touch the
Methodist Church South, whose gold
en- spires are lifting the hopes of
their immortal floeks to the worship
of unseen shepherds in the realms of
immensity, while the opulent of her
Church gives munifcent charity on
whom the sun loves to cast his beams.
Oh how the pattering rain drops
beat against the window; and the
roaring of the waters gives token of
desolation without! Mr. Editor,
why is the mind of man so apt to be
swayed by contraries? Why does
the imagination forever paint the i'm
passable in glittering tints, with the
greatest tenacity, and to what, eel
like, is bent on escaping from their
grasp. Why, to bring the matter
home-I, solitude and abhorrent.
like one who has no stars to light
his path? Now that [ enjoy it to
perfection. VIII, have apostrophiz-
ed the ''cog nymph'' in. the ball
room, where the bright lamps of
heaven were shamed by brighter
''earth stars" and lamented her alb
scence at picnic party where the
nightengale was silenced by the fid-
die, and the fowery turf was strewed
with the impertinent fnery of 'ugly
old women and the green wood
shade made redolent with the fumes
of roasted fowls. And methinks 1
hear my good friend at the Capitol
abiure solitude as he transcribes the
musty thoughts of the solons around
him, when far away from hit 'sprigs'
of affection and his bright-eyed one,
and hear him exclaim Oh solitude,
back TO thy fitting temple, among
cloud-piercing mountains, and by re-
bounding waves of the waters of
Uri !! where Tell lived in Brunnen.
Oh how it rains Magic word TO
destroy the spell to which the word
gives rise. The clouds envelop the
hills; white mists vail the raviDes,
The noble author Of 1.-The Prisoner
Of Chillon" composed this work to
beguile weary hours like those when
he remained rain bound for three
days in a little inn on the shores of
Geneva; and, cannot |, following
with unequal steps, so cheat the min
utes in this dim spot? Methinks
them railroad gods will have to
hump themselves repairing their
heavy losses sustained by the late
flood, or else they will learn through
wisdom's tC0nder0uS lUd2S that green
backs don't grow on white oak. trees,
nor that they can make their bread
by playing with their hands in their
laps. While our old Master looks
on the worlds mockery IN sadness,
as he rides through the azure heav>
ems and clasps oceans and mountains
in his arms, the bolt becomes too
hot for the hand Of Jupiter, and
is hurled on its retribution mission
In the language of Byron:
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were cleaning in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was Like stars on the
When the deep blue waves rolls nightly on deep
6alilee.
| have a rumor, (but rumor gets a
hundred yards the start, while truth
is getting on his boots), that Maj. j.
M. B. has his fencing ranked among
the things that were. I move that
the Corporation issue warrants (as
they are common stock to indemni-
fly him in the shape of a donation.
for he is q nice gentleman and should
not be run over by high water. Will,
it is a problem cannot solve, that
the "CiviI Rights and all don't SUBJ
scribe for the GAZETTE, and endors
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