The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1878-05-02
USING THE FEET, ETC.
Buffalo Express.

Mr.. Samuel Baron, of New York, has
succeeded in waltzing fourteen consec-
utive hours, and there are persons who
deem him greater than Mr.. O'Leary,
or perhaps Mr.. Bismarck, of Germany.
We hope to see the time when the ca
pacities of legs will be demonstrated in
variety of ways not dreamed of now.
For instance, the young man who waits
outside the church for his young lady
of cold winters night could wait
more than fourteen hours if he tried and
the preacher were accommodating
enough to go on with his preaching;
and again, the person of more mature
years could easily take his stand at the
counter of bar-room and remain there
seventy-fve continuous years, leaning
only slightly over the counter and
changing his position only when invited
to partake of refreshments. Then, to
consider another branch of art, there is
the great thing of sitting. There are
professional sitters whose gifts can only
be mentioned as extraordinary. They
may be found in particular corner of
the country grocery day after day and
year after year, warming themselves by
the inexpensive fire or summing them
selves in the rays of the wholly gratui-
tous sun; reading the proprietor's news
papers with a patience never attained
by other persons in anything, ejecting
tobacco-juice and philosophy in regular
doses, and never changing their settled
purpose except to reach up for the
crackers or to dip their hands into the
jar holding the public tobacco. These
artists are so devoted to their business
that they never die-they have no time
to waste in that ridiculous manner. We
remember one who embarked in the
pursuit at the early age of thirteen
years. This was nearly half century
ago, and he is sitting yet. Age has sill
vered his hair, and continuous rivulets
of tobacco have worn yellow wrinkles
from the corners of his mouth down his
grizzled chin to the beard about his
throat. There have been thousands of
discoveries, but there is he. Ships have
gone down with hundreds of souls on
board, and explosions have torn thou
sands limb from limb and scattered the
fragments to the four winds of heaven;
but that patient sitter has never moved.
There have been dozens of wars, and
millions of acres have been billowed
with dead mems bones. There have
been tornadoes that have left scarcely SO
much as wrecks behind. There has
been such famine as has filled the air
with the walls and sobs of women and
children and the feeble growls of half
starved men, angry at the fates which SO
controlled them. Boys and girls have
been given in marriage, have gradually
waxed old, and have been buried amid
the broken-voiced grief of myriads of
children and grandchildren. There have
been men who have watched for the
Angel Gabriel, clad in white and ex-
pecting to go every moment. Doctrines
have died and theories been born. New
dispensaries have become old, and been
revived after many years. Administra-
tion has succeeded administration, and
discovery has followed discovery, till the
world has become familiar with every
spot, excepting only the North Pole.
And there, calm and majestic, unrufied
and serene, has remained the sitter,
reading and talking, chewing and spit
ting and keeping comfortable, the glory
of patience and endurance on his brow,
the seal of time on his countenance, but
sitting there as gently as mother kiss.
Ages hence he will be there still. The
heavens shall be rolled together as
scroll and time shall be no more; the
stars shall go out one by one, leaving a
great nowhere, and nothing so palpable
as mere darkness; but our old friend
shall hold his position, patient, immova-
bic, fixed and inexorable as the laws of
the coming existence, his triumph blaz-
ing in his eyes and written in celestial
characters on his shining and glorifed
head. Why do not the newspapers no.
tice this hero and his followers
Through what strange circumstance are
their virtues forgotten in behalf of men
gifted only as to their legs? Shall real
art never be appreciated? Shall JUS
tice look in vain through the world for
place wherein to lay her diminished
head?