Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-06-12

"Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall, ~
some days must be dark and dreary."
There are some moments in life
when the heart cannot say, "Oh! my
God I thank thee thai live Some
dreary periods in existence when our
perishing souls are almost brought to
curse the life that chains them to toll
and tears. The heart grows weary Of
continual strife, and the exhausted
mind would seek repose in the uu-
broken silence of death Il am weary
let me rest;" all ! tho,e words come
from the painting lips # tired suffer
ers. Aye, in the great broadway of
life, we meet daily sinking pilgrims,
with these words uttered prsyerfully,
toiling up the steps f life with bur-
den of cares that threaten to crush
them. Stumbling through this vale of
iniquity, striving to uphold the sacred
cross, their proud heads are bent, and
in the trembling handthey grasp the
staff of hope. Il am weary. let me
rest" is the wall of heir hardened
souls as they toll forwrd over burn
ing sands of persecution, and up the
rugged cliffs of condemnation. They
hear the ,jeeriug laugh f the scoffer in
the distance, and hurryon lest the de-
rision of the thrcng goad them to
abandonment. Anon hey are over
taken, and the alread, grief-ladened
souls are instigated to dsertion. The
noble heart that essayito do good IS
lacerated and torn blythe knocking
words of impious mort's the feeble
arms have almost lowed the cross (;
the anguished heart almost per-
suaded to drop the draing of Grape.
and to adopt the badge popular evil.
There is no rest for thebleeding feet,
no repose for the torturl mind. That
beautiful grove with itcool dripping
fountains when reache. is hideous
mirage. We are trayeng the same
broad path with them3erhaps with
lighter burdens, and airer hopes.
There are beautiful sanals upon our
, feet to protect them finn the sharp
hidden rocks, luxurianfbalmy groves
through which we ma wander, and
upon our lips are sgs of mlrth.
Sometimes we pass thesworn pilgrims
and again from the whened lips will
come, Il am weary, lete rest" We
turn our eyes upon thel and ali with
Indifference we laugh the pitia BILE
objects, left our dainty brics Of pur-
pie and fine linen lest tlworn, stained
garments of the man God should
soil them. We look ain, the trem-
bling hand is put forthepreeatingly,
and the suffering head bent plead
/. ingly for help and re The latent
sympathy of our siHained hearts
we'll up mighty fotain, and the
suffering of human other for the
= moment touches our fqngs to softest
. sorrow. We stand a mediate be-
tween two powerful Rions-demor-
. alizing pride and Hean=horn pietg.
The angel of peacshispers Love ye
one another" vast the fend, the
desolator of hhan hearts Kisses,
"Non-HJet." Col il about to triumph
when the thong arises, what will
q the world think Will they not scorn
me for STOPPING pity to this lowly,
humble object And the weak, cow
ardly heart sumbs in fear of the
worlds frown. ! turns aside with a
> gesture of imIence. There is too
much pride in world. 1t sways us
with despica sceptre; it allures
- us into the cuised labyrinths OF
beauty, on to tlfreezing chamber Of
arrogance, unite are forever lost in
" the intricate pages of surercilious
contempt; it lis Us proud pinions
upon which are borne to lofty
heights, and wpok with disdain to
those below VIZ actual merit would
- shame us. yrevel there in that
upper strata foseason, wonderfully
pleased with fair eminence, but
ere long, in apment unaware the
~ tabled fall con and we are engulfed
- ia the Pluton abyss of fallen ex,
cellence. Weust crush it out, oil
else it will crus. Even though il
be a cross, est put it down. Aye
we must stoop,onquer. 1t will not
n make us wlless meritorious tc
lend the helpihand to a downcast
deserted broth All /! no, it will ado
:, A star in the en- of future reward
~ 1t will not takleaf from our pre-,
cious garland mode, nor a name
from our visitiist, it will only place
us on the exal pinnacle of Truth
Pride is the seer of the universt
Ke' and only firm buttons and enact
ord ment will redet.
OK When Willi.ched her room tina
night she wal up to her mirror
The gray PABLO her face frightened
her and she stalback aghlst. Coul'
it be possible had revealed he
emotion 80 plain the plrlor below
rest. She shudderedthe thought. On
,uffs nipoteut pride Iup again, and mad'
her to shrink aremble at reveal
ton she thong, securely fettered
80. She would motive him think sh
mourned his deure for worlds. Il
cared nothing her. why shout
she grieve to SIM leave for years
ench and perhaps for? Let him go int
lats, distant climesy should she care
The May rosesld blush and bloOr
as fragrantly acre. His departur
would not takleam of the moon
save pale, silver race, and the robin an
thrush would as lovingly as
wore The Y, would glide on a
smoothly. andlt-shades fall as gen
ly as when hipiops presence bless
- ed the circle.ll deep down in he
heart she che,d secreti she kne
that the Mayes would lose the
I S,b,lo ordor at the robins son