The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-10-14
VALE MILLS.

Believing that 1t IS the duty OF /
every one to cast his mite into the |
hat of knowledge which the world /
is passing round, have concluded |
to drop you a few lines, again. / |
wish 1 could think of something |
original to say, but now that 1 look |
at the matter up one side and down |
the other, a sober second thought |
cOnvinces me it would be better not |
to say it if 1 could, for Adam was
the only original man that ever
lived, and if I were to get off any
thing entirely original, I might be
taken for that respected progenitor
of the human race. If such a sus
picion should once get abroad,
should be overwhelmed with such
a horde of curious women, doctors
of divinity, and college youths,
clamoringtok know if it was really
a snake that tempted Eve, and why
/ let her take me in so easily on
the apple question, and how she and
I got clothes after all the fig trees
were shut out of Eden, and who it
was that Cam married, that l am
sure / should commit suicide or
become a raving maniac If l
knew of some good old book which
was sure none ofyour readers ev-
err read, / would steal something
from it and pass it of as my own.
But don't know Of any such, and
if did, some literary sneak would
be sure to catch me and then be
mean enough to tell it. 1 think 1
might take some thing from the Bi
BILE and come nearer escaping de-
lection than if ] were to take it
from any other book that 1 know
of. But then I would not like to
take any thing right from under the
nose of that commandment which
say, "Thou shall not steal"
We are getting along out here
pretty much after the old sort,
some complaining and fretting
about hard times and low prices of
cotton, while others regard these
things as mere ripples, natural to
the great sea Of life, and probably
blessings in disguise. After all 1
reckon things are pretty wen bal
lanced in this world. So far as
comfort goes, begin to think that,
high or low, all have their troubles.
Fishes are hooked, worms are trod
den on, and birds are fired at.
Causes vary but trouble averages
about the same. The scale of miles
is different on different maps, but
| places remain just so far apart, and
so do humanity ard contentment.
Some time ago 1 notice in the
CITIZEN that Joe Sowel said that
Giles county folks thought Law
renee was made just for them to
| drive out and turn round on. It
must be true, fer last Sunday a
young merchant from Pulaski came
out here said he was going to Law
renee and in a few hours he was
back on his way to town. 1 rather
suspect Lawrence was met about
Mrs. BrandOn's. Henry Puryear,
too, while the inspiration is upon
him, seems to have a great desire
to turn aside from ways that are
dark and tricks that are vain," of
single life and enter into the
glorious brotherhood of married
men, and he says if he only had
some one to call him "dear" that
he could glide through life as
smoothly as q vessel under easy
steams glides over waveless sea,
and wander through the enchanting
world gathering such CHM a lcne
as sparkle along the stream of ro-
nance, poetry and love. But l tell
him that all these bright pictures
which fancy paints upon the land
scape of the future will fade from
view like the gorgeous panoramas
which the sun paints upon the
clouds as he sinks to his evening
rest, and that when he reaches the
would-he paradise he'll find it but
common pasture where he'll have
to pick and pull for living as do
other folks.
Jim P. Hays wants to sell his
land, but I don't want you to buy
it, for this place is not large
enough to support but one writer,
and if you were to come 1 would
hav0to move. 1t seems to be
fixed fact that we are to have the
Railroad before long. The route
is located, believe, from Lawrence
burg to Pulaski, and soon the work
is to commence. Lawrence and
Wayne need the road, for
"They are out OF humanityis reach,
Must finish their journey alone;
Never hear the sweet music Of speech
They a the aOnnd of tbaiT
1 keep a constant lookout for the
commencement of the work, and as
soon as l catch the first bright
beams, proclaim them to the world
as the Waterman on the snow clad
peaks catches the first golden rays
of the rising sun and awakes the
sleeping world with the glad tidings