The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1877-12-27
or the Cisizen.J
TO the Poet ''H' Of Pulaski.

AS onr sympathy is always with
the 'under dog in the fight foi
bread, and having passed along the
dreary road that you are now jour
neying upon, we beg that you viii
not think US unwomanly in Offering
our sympathy, or impudent in try.
( ing to aid you with unsolicited ad-
vice.
Our experience has sadly taught
us that to bewail financial misfor
tunes and personal sorrows, was to
scare our friends and estrange
them. 1t is time thrown away
The world is extremely selfish, and
viii stand meekly by with folded
hands, hugging to their bosoms the
almighty dollar" for which they
have no immediate use-saye the
interest it will bring-and see you,
as others, go down to financial ruin,
as they would look upon ssKill
kenny cat fight" enjoying it to the
last handful of flying fur, and not
one come 70 your rescue without
compensation now or secured in the
future!
1t matters not that your hospita-
BILE mansion received, wined and
dined them; that your liberaTity
helped to build the churches, pub
lie buildings, railroads and turn
pixies; and that you never turned
from him that would borrow! 1t is
now fiagrant sin in their eyes that
you remember it. Expect the sea
to be grateful for cup of water
poured into its bosom, but never
expect gratitude from mankind for
kind deeds.
''The gospel is preached for q dollar OF two"
"And salvation is obtained for dollar or
two.n
Then why should you expect to
be lifted up without giving mort
cages, securing the eloquent click
of a dollar or two," to save you
from "drowning in the ocean of ad-
versityY
All! is it because you are human,
a brother in woe and misfortune,
that your heart cries out to your
brother man, prosperous in this
worlds goods, for help in your
cruel struggle, to receive only
kicks in return! they little car
ing for the thousand barbed ar
rows of modification that daily and
hourly pierce your soull
Only those who have walked over
the same red-hot ploughshares can
understand and fully sympathize
with your woes.
Experience alone teaches. We
read of the fatal famine in India, or
the terrible tidal waves in the Ma
lay Archipelago and forget such
sufferings in moment, because we
have not seen or experienced them
Allow US to whisper truth, an
uncontroyertible truGh, in your ear
that we have cleaned from sad ex-
perience since there has been no
one to stand between us and outer
darkness. 1t is this:
"No friend is 30 true as a dollar or two"
Then up and be at work. You
have no time to bemoan the failings
of the human race in querulous de-
lection, or right to become soured
because the "sun of prosperity"
withholds his rays; nor have you
TING to sit round criticising the
sad phases of human nature through
the Press. You mast help yourself.
Behind the clouds the sun is shining"
Gather up the remnent of what is
left to you an6 yours and go to the
country. Gods open, balmy coun-
try. Buy you little home, and do
not despise it because it is little and
you have had better, and go to
work. There, you (God wiling
with industry and perseverance, are
sure Of decent living. Blessed
with the comforts, if net the luxu-
ries, of life, you will soon learn to
sing with another poet
"My feet are set in quiet ways
ofcalm content and rest"
And to keep them there, avoid debt
as you would lions den, u law
yer's Office or Chancery COURT
Go to the country. Give up your
old ways and begin a new life; for
there is nothing on earth so dismal
as fashionable society looked at
through an empty pocket book!
Society that elevates show above
reality. extravaganza above ele-
gance, pomp above beauty, form
above simplicity, and kindles all
the wild, untamed energies of the
human spirit in vain race for the
shadow-and in some instances pro-
voking life of state and splendor
at the expense of honor and integ-
rity! Go to the country (It is a
good place to wear out your old
swallow tails) and go to work and
whistle, 'there is better day com
ing' while you work. 1t is q pam
acea for that sreadful disease, hyp-
ochondria, and let your own strong
right arm receive the blessing you
invoke in your ''poem."
"Thrice blessed be the hand whose devotion
Win lit mp q man when he's down."
The HILLS ESTELLE VEHsE.
HODG-C O. ARwrT IG