Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1879-03-02
hope, others cast down in despair
If it were not so, each one from

LII lt were not so, eacn one from
The young heart hot and restless,
To the old, subdued and slow"
would claim something due to hin
at the hands Of the world. VIVA
would check the ambition of tn,
world if it were not so I? 1t woulC
be type of thirsting restlessnes;
and discomfort. If all the gems
of purest ray serene were brought
up from the hidden caves of secrecy.
and Haunted before the world eyes,
they would pail on the sight. If all
the humble lives spent in we'll doing
and unaffected meekness, were writ
ten on tho worlds public roll as
creditors of mems praise, fame and
recognition would be mere matter
of exchange and barter.
No; let the country church. yards
tell the modest virtues of their low
ly dead, and the sculptured sepul-
chres of ancient abbeys speak the
undying glory of their illustrious
heroes. That is Life's law and that
is mankind's blessing. There would
be no greater happiness if it were
otherwise-perhaps there would be
less. For if we look at the line Of
glory and pass by the line of suffer-
ing said to run parallel to it, the
lesson of life will be but badly
learned. 1t is not the best things
we always crave; it is not the
things most pleasant to us that we
wish to have. 1t is the things we
have not that we want. Then we
seldom know exactly what we have
not. And life is to find out that +;
and singular determination it is,
full of mistakes and negative sue
cess. We make mistakes naturally,
but do not perceive them as easily. |
" The greatest objection to being
heroic, it has been said, sis the |
doubt whether one may not be going
to prove ones self a fool +; the
truest heroism is to be able
to resist the doubt; and the
profoundest wisdom is to know
when it ought to be resisted,
and when it ought to be
obeyed." For if the invisible
thread that guides us is once broken,
who can tell where we may happen
to wander in our unsteady groupings
after our interrupted destiny ? Owe
what unknown windings of the land
before US we must pass in the vain
,ndeavor to be ourselves again
And yet the doubts of LIES nee
.ssary tendencies are exchanged for
The mind lives on
which, too often, are
lever realized. The tendenency is
o take life as a voyage that is per
ectly safe, since others have made
t F.; yet each one ought to regard it
s the mighty deep" of human
peculation, and be prepared to
make his soundings as he goes.
3ut no; rushing forward with inju-
icial ambition, speeding over the
waters, striving to be first,
ooking only at the indefinite dim
ess of the remote horizon, igno-
ant of the awful depths beneath
hem, the many pass from shore to t
bore. And o. all this striving null t
tude a few only are exalted with y
-orldly honors, and blessed with the c
ompanionship of the great, the
God, and the fair. They die =;
nd the memory of them is
ept fresh in the worlds =
reat heart as a sweet token of
leir undying greatness. But what
those silent forms that went =
leir ways with the steadfastness of D
oble purposes, and under the
lide of a sound and unbiased n
Idgment? The whole world has e.
assed them by, and has not seen al
lem. They pursued their course u
,joicing in the possession of con- =
ience easy with the knowledge of r.
eeds nobly and perseveringly
,acticed. The ocean of forgetful- 5.
ess closed over them, and no one a.
W the ripple of the waves which at
lowed where they had gone down So
rever. A few deep burrows on IS
e high forehead, q few white
lirs, and their own rich thoughts, fo
ere all the reward they had. But pr
e world never knew. 1t believed
the divine order of things, and .,
sted contentedly in that belief. And .
Ie murmur of the waters, as long
the world exists, will chant the =,
nell of Fate over Full many a b
I'm of purest ray serene" never F.,
Iumined by the light of Heaven b
yer many noble soul unknown to sa
me-yes, even to itself /! 3l
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