Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-11-21
A FEW WORDS OF TRUTH.
Anthony said over the body of
his dead friend Caesar

with the usages Of civilized society
which teach us to speak no evil Of
the dead, but when the Angel of
Death has touched their lips, and
closed the eyelids, to leave all their
faults and frailties to be judged by
their God. To open the ledger
leaves of our heart, erase the debtor
page, and leave only the credit for
memory to refer to this would be
the teaching Of an advanced christi
anity-such as we are prone to call
ours, but Lord, how this world is
given to lying" Too often the
good that is spoken of man during
his life has its prompting in mer-
cenary or selfish interest. If he be
wealthy we expect the compliment
returned in a substantial manner
if powerful in literary or political
circles, we recognize and add our
mite of praise to his train; if not for
value received, at least to be on the
popular side, and by floating with
the current to further our own ad-
vancement. We do not mean to say
that this is so in every case, but
speaking in general the principal
will hold good. For after death the
means of our advancement being
lin that case) removed, we bury
with him the good he may have
done, and remember so wildly the
evil he might have done us. We
have noticed that if journal refers
to man in eulogistic terms. garnish
nishes his faults and elevates his vir-
tues beyond their proper standard,
or if only just course is pursued,
and praise accorded where it is
merited, he is our friend; he meets
us with a smiling face. and grasps
our hand with a cordially that
seems to hold eternal friendship
in its palm. But let only one line
of just condemnation be passed
upon him, and what a "change
comes over the spirit of his DREAM
his genial smile is changed to
frown dark and severe, he passes
us by with cold and formal nod
of the head, and all our good deeds
are buried, and the evil (if evil it
be- is alone remembered.
How often after years Of constant
association with members of the
craft, in the too often thankless
duty of catering to the reading
public, we by some mistake or in
advertancy, do them an injustice, or
slight, or unintentionally some I'M
kind reflection finds its way into our
columns. They then forget the ex-
change of kindness which years may
have brought. They overlook the
deeds of good. and bury in the
grave of forgetfulness all the
brotherly love which cemented our
hearts in adversely, and close the
portals of their memory to the good
and lay to their hearts all the evil
which has followed our life. Pros
perity may follow man, he may
raise to high degrees in the opinion
of men as marked by the thermom-
eter of gold, and often he returns
no thanks to higher power, but
let a chilling frost nip the bud of
his plentifulness, let him fall be-
low the zero of want, and as he folds
the scant raiment of poverty about
him, he forgets in bitter curses the
God who blessed him with good,
and holds to his thankless heart the
evil infection, until the divine
light of hope, which has shed its
rays in every human heart since
the Star of Bethlehem guided the
wondering shepherds to the holy
manager, is forever lost in the
dark slough of dispond.