The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-01-08
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To the Editor Of the MorristoWn Gazette 9T 81
Great aches from little toe corns
grow. Had the crew of Columbus
gone into convention America might
still be terra incognita.' A few years
ago, occurred the Trojan war. A
young lady named Helen, fancied
a rather prominent politician named
Menelaus. After a few years of
happy married life, a newspaper cor
respondent named Paris put in an
appearance. Most fast young ladies
now days go to Paris flor what it's
WORTHY, this time Paris came to the
jeunesse doree. The result achR-
les, Batroclu, &C.. agamemnon, and
the whole county court were invotv-
ed; a big wooden borse and Lao
coon (the biggest snake story on
record Priam and several of our
oldest citizens get badly burned.
In a spirit of industry few nights
since, I packed bucket of water
from the spring. Enpassant, a drift
ing leaf struck me across the nose.
geographically is a success. but the
leaf suggested selfexamination.
In my isolation, commune with.
nature is a great solace. Truly she
is ickle dame-court her she be-
comes sullen, treat her with indifFer-
ence, and she put forth charms allur-
ing. Who has not set forth fruit
trees fruitlessly, and then wander
ing, heart-wruag. found thrifty
wiiding, springing "a it were from
the bare rocks. and who, in getting
up rockeries, fernories, ct al ex.
claimed. oh Lord, how long. and
wandered away to find an old stump,
grand in pungi. delicate in inter
laced vines, or a weird cliff decked
in moses and jeweled with the
shattered fall of a chance streamlet
Don't all speak at once.
From my door, the eye rests on
old Cumberland, vending to the
right and left sierra crowned and
glen riven at the change of the leaf
It's never ending pleasure to note
the glow and play of color upon this
grim outIier. From the first blush
of the sugar tree, until the swapping
mass Of forest kings and thicket
sachems become ablaze, anticipate
the gorgeous massing of color when
the purple haze of the setting sun
climbs from base to summit, to tinge
with parting halo of softened beau
ty the grey outlines of the pinnacle.
Men shun discussing the poetic,
the beautiful, because there exists
class of cynical shallow pates. who
lay back, and adding nothing to
their circle, ambush the uDguarded
with cross cuts and sarcasm. While
nothing is easier than ridicule, roth
ing cuts deeper or stings longer.
Few can originate but The mob can
analyse. But how about that leaf
Autumn leaves. .emblems of decay.
whether siugly drifting wildly. fall
lag ia sudden massiDg, or rushing in
glddy swirls through the air, anon
dancing in eddying circles on the
frozen ground, pretty gentle things
they are.
Autumn leaves drifted in piles,
they mask the gaunt deformlty OF
nature, adying while their somber
shades give relief to the brightness
aud freshness Of the croci and vio-
let's those ever welcome harbingers
of spring and life renewed.
have the utmost reverence for
autumn leaves. | know / could not
fail from tree with half their grace.
and when down l have grave doubts
whether my carcass would edd to
the landscape.
am indnIging 10 gush, aud yet
tits just as sensible us the way we
celebrate Christmas. Typifying the
birth of the Goldman by burning fire
crackers, and emnlattng the shep-
herds who watched their focks by
going on tears Fips) saturated with
whisky and dutch courage. / choose
to be original and go on a sentimen-
tai spree, TO celebrate the sweetest.
noblest day in all the year.
BRIC-A-BRAC.
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