The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1875-05-27

week, It is so dull, and we have no news
of n local nature to communicate. Unlike
tyros in elitOriallsm, we never chronicle
yersonal feuds and ~ill-tempcred conVcrs'-
tjons. Our readers never see dog'lghts,
fisticufs, drunken emeutS, midnight broils,
Dersonal alterations, &C., &c, chronicieh
In the Home Journal. Our pen,,liRc the
good angel, wipes out seven bad deeas lot
every rood one performed, hence it is that
we never have anything bud to write
obout in Winchester. 1t may be that on
public days, and sometimes in The INTERIM
that something occurs to create little
town talk and n little scandal, perhaps;
but we ignore all such because we believe
the Home Journal has a higher missloli-
one of love and peace towards all, ana TO
deveIope our town and county as 1t should
be developed, and as it Will II the people
should staud by us as n moutlplece Tor
tl,nt which would rebound to our general
benefit. Upon this point we are sure all
sensible citizens will fully understand us.
But times are so dull! They are dullcr
than they are hard. Nobody in our coun-
ty is starving, or if any one is, SO much
the greater is the argument IN iaVor OF
home missionaries rather than be cNcr-
ciscd about the heather. Lord knows orr
churches 60 very far astray on TINS point
They get up collections for those in far-oll
lands. who are a "law unto themselves"
and overlook the thousands of poor suffer
ing christians in our own land, many of
whom have too much pride to tell their
wants. No wonder that suicides are so
common, for death is a better condition
than is the lot of one who has to breakfast
dine and sup on trouble and Starvation
and we long to see the day come when our
ministers will not forget the necessities OF
our own poor in order to help the heath
ems of foreign climes who will never all be
converted, as sure as yon live, except by
som Divine intcrposition which would
not accord with the laws of Nature. But
let all this 90. That which troubles us
NEST lust now is, that times are so dull in
Winchester we can find nothing to write
about. If it were not that it requires
money to buy meat and bread and clotll-
inc, we wouldthink that Winchester was
Caanan. The weather IS so genial-blue
heavens, temperate sunshine. pleasant
nights, bright stars, refreshing breczeS'
beautiful scenery in the distance, and
clever people, even if they do talk too
much-why. it would be Paradise the sec
ond if it were not that pride, and parsi-
mony. and a~varicc, and ambition. enter
in, like the serpent of old, to bcguilc the
good and offend our God.
We wonder il it is not possible for MS to
get up something to drive away the lassl-
tude, the ennui so natural in spring-tlnie'
and vet so strangely in contrast with IRA
grant flowers, emerald foliage, refreshing
brcezcs, and humid atmosphere. 1t is pos
siblc, but it is not probable. we nave
thought we might follow the fashion and
have a centenary. What was Winchester
one hundred years agO-in seventeen hum
bred and sevcnty-iive? Was it anything
atall? Will some one rise and explain!
Ye who love to hunt up musty records,
please do so, and tell us truly ut SOM
meeting which we hereby propose for the
benefit of dull times and to place in the
archives of our individual memories. We
young people, struggling to be great, yet
falling to improve the advantages before
us, would like to know. One hundred
years back is Il long road to travel, but on
the way you may meet your father or
mother, or grandparents-some loved one,
of course, and yet, what do you care for
them? They are dead, and you live for
the future, don't you? You are overlook
ing all the good things of life in order to
heap up Il little for boys and girls who
will wonder, after a little while. why you
didn't enjoy that which you made, rather
than leave it to them and their pOstcrlty.
Nevertheless, let us have a centennial
blast, or, if not this, let us have Il public
demonstration of some sort to drown the
raven croaking about hard times. They
are not hard. except in imagination, and
the prospects are all in our behalf as to the
future, both as to crops and as to politics.
Crops look promisingly, and no one with
a soul can fail to be happy over the lnu-
tual demonstrations of those who fought
against each other in seeing who can show
the greatest respect for one another, the
Yankee or the Confederate. Yes, it is a
source of profound pleasure to us that
those who served in the Federal and Con
tolerate armies are wing with one aneth-
or in doing honor to the memory of the
dead on both sides in the late civil war.
1t is convincing evidence that the 'hatcll-
ct is buried"-that the war and its issues
have passed away forever. The gray and
the blue are marching side by side, and
hand in hand they strew the flowers OF
reconciliation as an everlasting truce to
all sectisnalism. And is not this enough
to make us happy In these dull times?
Duller far we'd have them, if by their
dizziness such glorious results could fol-
low. Herein we. approximate God, who
makes the flowers to bloom as brightly.
the rain to descend as gently, the heavens
to smile as benignly upon one grave as up
on another. And both fought for what
they deemed was right, ana those who
fell, like those who live, must await the
Judgment Day when lie who rules the
world will try them, and from Ills deci-
sion there can be no appeal.
But, we have digresssd. And who
wouldn't digress in these dull times? No
local matters to write about-no new adj