Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-06-25
departed GREATNESS.
Buriette.

"LOOk here" the Jester said,
when the train was rolling on 10
Oberlin, "what did the breakman
call this town ?"
"O'Berlin, sor," said the Land
Lacquer who got on at Fremont.
81 see," the Jester replied; ga
sort of Irish Capital of Germany.
We will be there just in time to be
too late for dinner, and we didn't
stop long enough in Fremont to
take dinner with old Hayes"
"With whom asked the sad
passenger, severely.
"OId Hayes" the Jester replied;
didn't you know him! Used to be
President of the Republic. Three
months ago people were calling
him his most excellent excellency
Rutherford b. Hayes, President OF
the United States of America and
COMMANDMENTS Chief of the army
and Navy Then he got on the
cars one day in March to ride West,
and when he got as far as Altoona
people were calling him 'Ruther-
ford b. Hayes, ex-President of the
United States When he reached
Pittsburg they called him ex-Presi-
dent Hayes When the train got as
far West as Cleveland, the papers
announced the arrival of Hon. r.
b. Hayes And the day after he
reached Fremont, an Old FreemOn-
ter-lighting spring fire of an an
cient pea-bush, and blighted boots
and blasted overshoes, in his back
yard-said to his neighbor, with
little grammar and less reverence,
old Hayes is got rich.' Sic transit
gloria United States of America |!
1t takes the children of Fremont to
let man down easy. Yesterday
men would call him a tyrant, de-
stroyer of national liberty, a eonsti-
tutiOnal holocaust, a Caesar with
his mailed hand upon the throat of
Freedom, and chase after his car
riage fifteen miles through mud and
dust, hOOting ii along with the
speed of an Indian carrier, to beg
him for a little Missouri corner
pOstOffice worth 1866 a year and
pay your own rent. To-day he APP
pears at the Body House, and the
clerk says cheerfully, What a sam
pie room, Mr.. Hayes. He goes to
the bank, and the cashier looks at
him pleasantly; but with intense
scrutiny, and says, Gould you get
another name on this for u.s. please?'
Yesterday, the rustic of one rich
black silk dress in America thrill
ed the columns of the press, and
the Presidents family went to
church. To-day the Hayes were
~. x.,oro not tout ~ ,,oaofiO - oc fho
case may be. Verify, my brother
en-, all is vanity. Man cOmeth
forth like a flower, and is cut down;
he fleeth also like a shadow, and
cOntinueth not The joke that is
new to-day, doth it not pass into
the sad and dFeary tMnba of the cir
Gus or the embalming hands of the
endman tomorrow? There is
hope of a tree, if it be cut down,
that it will sprOut again, and that
the tender branch thereof will not
cease" but the song that we all
sung but yesterday and applauded-
with Understanding and long con-
tinued encOrses, do we not lift our
hands against the man who singeth
it to-day, and smite we not with a
weapon of iron the man who whis-
tleth Little Buttercup? So is the
greatness Of the man who hath
been President. 'He is like the
grass which grOweth up; in the
morning it flOurisheth and grOweth
up; in the evening it is cut down
and withereth.' Happier is the
man who is yet to be President;
happier yet is ne who thinketh that
he will, but who is fOredOomed to
be left-fOr he hath all the roses of
anticipation without the narrowing
thorns of realization; and happier
by far than all others is the cheer
full fool who laugheth long and
laugheth oft, and careth not to be
King or President, and yet seeketh
the lowly pOstoffice.'