The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-02-18
<. N. PEPPER PODS.
A Column of Acrid Attic Salt From Red
Hot Pen Point.

again upon us. A dun, melanchol
mantle is thrown over the land
scape and all nature looks as sorr
as calf's head hanging at the doc
of butche RS chop. The last ha
been month of wailiEg winds anc
pusillanimous clouds. The deat
leaves are hcaped up in the hedge
and at the corner of the fences ant
in the hollows of the groves, silen
preachers of the mortality of mar
and the frailty of all things apper
tanning to earth. Winter, cold drea
~ winter, is now visiting US for tn,
five Thousand, eight hundred ant
eighty-sixth time since he frs
made his debut from this darkness
of chaos. Though an unwelcom'
guest to many he still pays his an
nual visit despite all grumblings
and growlings; and none can etand
on the skirts of his coat and say
wherefore CONTEST theu2 He cuts
and comes again like a carving
knife and will continue to come and
go until the perpetual spring Of
eternity shall take the place of those
ever varying seasons which are the
sad emblems of human life and ev-
erything belonging to this precs-
riOns, evanescent and daily dying
world. Yes, the season of gloom
has once more arrived-that wide
niche in the calendar of time in
which we poor mOrtals lie in a com
paratiVely dormant state, doing lit
tie else than sucking our paws in
common with the bears os the
mountains. Old Boreas comes bel
lowing with the blasts from his lev
caverns of the north, bidding US be
mindful of the poor and destitute
towards whom il is his mission to
show lno mercy. Oh, you who
stand warming the posterior por-
tions of your bodies at your own
comfortable fires, while over the
anterior half a cold chill is crawling
just think of the penniless, home
less, shirtless wanderers of the
earth who have not the privilege of
warming even one side at a time.
Think of them, l say, then hug a
little closer to the stove and see if
it is not possible to throw out
a small quantity of sympathy for
such miserable Outcasts as they
who can but lily abide the old,
piercing storms of the world and
dare not leap into another for fear
of meeting with still harder fate.
1t won't answer for you 10 think
that because you don't witness the
sufferings of the poor that they do
not exist. Your pretended igno-
rance of the fact cannot exculpate
you from any willful neglect. So
don't tickle your fancies with any
such straWs as that.
Ifyou cannot see the suffering
and wants of the poor, feel for them /;
feel for them with your heart; feel
for them in your breaches pockets,
and lay hold of that which has pow
er to comfort the widow and the or
phan Tin their want and afflic-
ton; feel all over for them; feel all
around, and, Oh, feel that you are
in duty bound to aid in alternating
the distresses of those who have
been less fortunate than yeu in
gathering up those bounties which
heaven shakes from her lap for us
all. My friend, during the reign
of this colo winter endeavor to
make the poor around you com
Portable by the bestowment of a
few loose pennies which otherwise
might slip through your fingers for
whiskey and cigars. At least place
the same estimate upon your broth
er in blood whose hopes apd ambi-
tions have been paralyzed by penu-
ry and misfortune that you do up
on the brute creation whose wants
are ever supplied by the charitable
hand of either God or man. Many
had rather scatter dollars to the
four winds of foolishness than to
place copper in the frostbitten
hand of the mendicant who extends
it in the name of heaven and hui
manity. Some people are mean
enough to allow poor beggar, yet
mortal like them, to have a bone
with their dog or corner of their
stable with their horses. Were he
to die on your door steps your only
trouble would be to roll him into
the gutter, there to lie till the care
less verdict of the coroner's jury is
rendered Found dead" Oh this
is a queer world. am SO glad
never had any hand in populatlng
it. The souls of some people could
dance jig on a ohigQr and have
room for the fiddler, And they
flourish like hop vine in a hog
pen. 1 tell you real, unadulterated,
charitable men are as scarce as dol
ars in the pockets of a pauper.
My friend, while we sit at our own
iresides with mirth, contentment
and abundance smiling upon US,
while we hear the young demons of
Of the storm squealing at the win
low easement, while the messengers
Of death ride astride of the blasts
and shoot their frosty ar
lows hither and thither, 1 beg you
let US remember the poor. Send |
them your pity and with that pity |
extend crust and a copper. Isn't |
It strange that we mertals should be
so attached to this mundane sphere |
IF ours when we consider how emp
~ and vain are the things that be-
ong to it?
1 tell you with all of its frauds,de
captions and wrongs and annoy
ances, we cling to it when it turLs
lpon it's axis like tumble bug to
Is ball when it accidentally rolls
down hill. So I'm going to quit
finding fault with the world. If
We wish to discover objects fair and
lnfading through time and the
beauties of which are other than
'alse, We must turn our eyes from
earth and look towards heaven.
The sun, the moon and the stars
shine on with the same lustre that
hey did thousands of years ago,
us of the splendors of
world to come into which deceit,