The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-06-11

the lad finds out IL a fortune is coming, by
twelve years of age-he finds out there is
no necessity of toll; and he makes no
struggle, and life without struggle goes
into dissipation or into stupidity There
are thousands and tens Of thousands Of
men in our great cities who are toiling on'
denying themselves all luxuries, year after
year toiling and grasping. What forP To
get enough to spoil their children.
The father was fifty years getting the
property together. How long win IL take
the boys to get rid of that property, not
having been brought up in prudent habitsP
Less than five years to undo all the work
of fifty. You see the sons of wealthy par-
ents going out into the world, inane, nerve-
less, dyspeptic, or they are incorrigible
and reckless; while the son Of the porter
that kept the gate learns his trade, gets a
robust physical constitution, achieves high
moral culture, and stands in the front rank
of Church and State. Who are the men
mightiest in our legislatures, and Com
gress, and cabinetsg Did they walk up the
steep of life in silver slippers? OF no. The
mother put him down under the tree In the
shade, while she spread the hay. Many OF
these mighty men ate out of an iron spoon
and drank out of the toughest earthen-
ware-their whole life q forced march.
They never had any luxuries until, after
awhile, God gave them afiuence and use-
fulness and renown as a reward for their
persistence. Remember, then, that though
you may have poor surroundings and small
means for the education of your children,
they are actually starting under better ad.
vantages than though you had fortune TO
give them. Hardship and privation are
not a damage to them, but an advantage.
A clipper likes q stiff breeze. The sledge
hammer does not hurt the iron that 10
knocks into shape. Trouble Is a hone for
sharpening very keen razors. Akensid0
rose to his eminent sphere from his fathers
butcher shop. Robert Burns started as a
shepherd. Prideau used to sweep Exeter
College. Clifford was a shoemaker, and
the son Of every man of toll may rise to
heights of intellectual and moral power, if
he will only trust God and keep busy.
Again, / offer as encourage cement that
you have so many opportunities Of gain
ing information. Plato gave 81 800 for two
books. The Countess of Anjou gave 200
sheep for one volume. Jerome ruined him
self financially by buying one copy OF
Origen. Oh, the contrast. Now there are
tens of thousands of pens gathering up
information. Type-setters are calling for
"copy" All our cities quake with the
rolling cylinders of the Harpers and the
Appletons, and the Lippincots and the
Petersons and the Ticknors, and you now
buy more than Benjamin Franklin ever
knew for fifty cents A Woodworking
man comes along toward his home, and he
looks into the show window of the book
store and sees an elegantly bound volume.
He says:
81 wish had that book; there must be-
great deal of information in it."
A few months pass along, and though
that book which he looked at cost Ave
dollars, it comes now in pamphlet shape
and costs him fifty cents. The high wall
around about the well of knowledge is be-
ing broken down, and people come, some
with porcelain pitchers and some with
pewter mugs, to dip up the living water
for their thirsty lips. There are people
who toll from seven O'Clock in the morning
until six O'Clock at night, who know more
about anatomy than the old Psychologists,
and who know more about astronomy
than the old philosophers. If you should
take the learned men of two hundred
years ago and put them on one bench, aud
take twenty children from the common
schools in Brooklyn, and put them down
on the other bench. the children could ex-
anime the philosophers and the philoBos
piers could not examine the children.
"Ah," says Isaac Newton, coming up
and talking to some intelligent LAD OF
seven years: ''What is that9"
80, that is a rail train"
"What is that2"
"That is telegraph"
"What is that?"
at is a telephone"
"Dear me / think shall go back to my
bed in the dust, for / am bewildered and
my head turns"
o. rejoice that you have all these oppoF.
tunities Of information spread out before
you, and that, seated in your chair at
home, by the evening light, you can look
over all nations and see the descending
morn of a universal day.
One more encouragement: Your tolls in
this world are only intended TO be a disci-
pline by which you shall be prepared for
heaven. "Behold bring you glad tidings
of great joy" and tell you that Christ,
the carpenter, Of Nazareth, Is the work.
ingman's Christ. You get his love once
in your heart, o., workingman, and you
can sing on the wall in the midst Of the
storm, and In the shop amidst the showing
of the plane, and down in the mine amid
the plunge of the crowbar, and on
shipboard while climbing ratlines. If
you belong to the Lord Jesus Christ he
win count the drops of sweat on your
brow. He knows every ache and pain you
have ever suffered In your worldly occu-
patton. Are you weary He will give
you rest. Are you sick2 He will give you
health. Are you cold? He win wrap
around you the warm mantle Of his eter-
nal love. And beside that, my friends, you
must remember that all of this Is only
preparatory preparatory and introduce
tory. see great multitude before the
throne Of God. Who are they2 CO." you
say, "those are princes. They must have
always been In royal family. They
dress like princes; they walk like princes;
they are princes. There are none Of the
common people there-none Of the people
that ever toiled with hand and foot" Alb,
you are mistaken. Who Is that bright
spirit before the throne2 Why, that
was a sewing girl, who, work hard as
she could, could make bnt two shillings
the day. Who is that other iilustrious
soul before the thronel Why, that man
toiled amid the Egyptian brick kilns. Who
is that other illustrious soul before the
thronef Why her drunken father drove
her out on a cold winter night and she
froze into heaven. What are those kings
and queens before the thronel Many OF
them went up from Birmingham mills and
from Lowell carpet factories.
And now I hear sound like the rust-
ling of robes, and now i see a taking up
of harps as though they we're going
TO strike "a Thanksgiving anthem, and
all the children OK the saw, and the
disciples OF the shuttle are In glorious arr
ray, and they lift a song so clear and
sweet, wish you could hear IL. II would
make the pilgrims burden very light, and
the pilgrims journey very short. Not one
weak voice or hoarse throat In that great
asaemblage. The accord Is as perfect as
though they had been all eternity practice
ing, and ask them what Ia the name Of
that song they sing before the throne, and