The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-11-16
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on the skirts of his coat and sa
wherefore contest thou?' II
comes and comes again and Wi
continue to come and 90 till tn
perpetual spring of eternity shal
take the place of those eyer-varyini
seasons which are sad emblems @
human life and every thing belong
ing to this precarious, evanescen
and daily dying world While time i
taking it easy, let US look around
consider, observe and moralize. Tn
leaves in the book of nature are be
coming brown like those of an ole
ancestral bible; and yet it hath it.
beauties. Its pictures are retoucheC
with glowing colours as if will
fancy's own pencil; and they seen
to brighten at every gaze. How
calm! how quiet! how beautiful
The skies have assumed a more
tranquil hue, the atmosphere is
milder, the distant mountains have
donned blue mantles, heaven touches
the hill tops nearer home, and the
sunsets! the glorious sunsets! the
golden sunsets! How silent are
the halls of nature! The song OF
the bird is hushed. The dying Leaf
loosens its frail hold and fickers
down to the dead without murmur.
The very breeze comes holding its
breath and the minstrel winds
wander silently through the woods
as if they wist not what to sing.
Some think autumn is the butter
milk brought by the churning of
the two past seasons; others say
that it is the cream risen upon the
milk of summer. At any rate, it is
theme of contemplation, and we
ought to make use of it. Let the
young consider that they must
shortly be severed from all that is
fairest and sweetest and rarest-
that blossoms of hope and joy which
they now so ardently cherish, if
not plucked by the hand of death,
must fade and fall in the autumn of
life. Men in the summer of life,
the few posies that garnish your
pathway will soon be picked by the
frosty fingers of age. And you old
folks, whose autumn is far advanced,
look upon the beauties of the dying,
foliage and also upon the splendors
that surround the setting sun as he
sinks into the sepulchre of night
and think of an eternal heaven,
everlasting happiness, perpetual
peace-and nothing else.
Notwithstanding all these things,
Mr.. Editor, this is one of the strang-
est worlds that ever you helped to
populate. No wonder the poet says:
This world is all feeting show
For mans illusion given.
Don't you reckon Joe Russell thinks
its charms very evanescent? No
doubt he beheId the charms of the
gubernatorial chair with the same
delight as does q life wearied mortal
the sland of the blest across the
turbid waves of death, or as did the
Jews behold the fair canaan upon
the banks of the flowing Jordan.
Sweet fields on Jordau's blooming strands
Lay draped in living green,
So Hawkins place to Joseph stands,
But Bate just rolled between.s
l don't know how a man would
feel under the circumstances but L
reckon he felt as if lump of ice
had been suddenly thrust under his
shirt and his bosom collapsed. But
don't know either. Mems heads
and hearts are so far apart that they
hold but little intercourse with each
other. There are two important
lessons to be learned from the last
political contest: One is, no man
ought ever to smite his fallable
bosom and say before heaven and
my great mother Il am certain that
l am right" when there is a posi-
bility that he may be wrong; and
the other is "vOr pofui vor del" I4l
venture the assertion that the next
man who goes to the legislature
from Giles county will have in his
platform, Il am open to inspection
from COG a. IN. till bed time and sub
ject to such Improvements, emenda-
lions and corrections as you in your
wisdom may suggest"
But l set out tonight to say that
DR.. Joe Rogers, who has been pok
ing about among the rubbish of
Wales station for the last six years,
on last Wednesday night stirred up
a jewel in the shape of a wife; but
the weddings and the elections have
so elated me that l feel like q
quarter horse hitched up to a swing
ing limb at the head of the track.
Suffice it to say as a matter of news
that on last Wednesday night DR..
Rogers was married to Miss Matte
Johnston by Rev. Columbus Wood
of Athens, Ala. l had the pleasure
of being present, but 1 shall not try
to tell all about the splendid supper,
the magnificent presents and the
enioyableness of the occasion, for
they are beyond the capacity of my
eXplaterating powers. The doctor
after it was over looked like he had
sinned and had just been forgiven,
and Miss Mattie-well, l just
thought while l looked at her that
perhaps the devil which tempted
Eve in paradise was her own shadow.
There is something under the silken
eye lashes of young femininity that
shoots a load of harmless sin right
into a body, and makes him feel as
if he was strung up by the ears and
dancing in an atmosphere of bliss,
and as l looked on them together,
two souls blended in one, like the
calm meeting of two placid streams
ina flowery vale, l wondered is ii
true that they will never be dis
turbed by the storms that beat in
upon the domestic peace of human
hearts.
The next night Thursday Mr..
Joe Hunter and Miss Lula Smith
were married by Mr.. King of Maury
and they are all now luxuriating in
the tall clover of connubial bliss
Miss Lula and Joe both looked as
if they could tell all about HEAVIER
and how angels feel. We hope yor
will be some day the brightest star:
that corruscate in the heavenly
galaxy. We fear we have trans
cended the bounds which custom
has prescribed for the limits of ;
letter. NV ideas have all deserted