The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1888-02-10
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! where rustics gather 60 the quitting or Nha
\ apple pairing, there is more good cheer
/ than in all the frescoed ice-houses Of the
/ metropolis. We want in all the higher
circles Of society more warmth Of heart
! and naturalness of behavior, and not so
mary refrigerators.
Again: Devotion to wrong fashion is
productive OF physical disease, mental
/ imbecility and spiritual whitening. APP
parel insufficient to keep out the col d and
the rain, or so fitted upon the person that
the functions of life are restrained; late
hours filled with excitement sad fearing;
free draughts OF vino that make one
not beastly intoxicated, but only fashion
ably drunk, and luxurious Incidence
are the instruments by which this unreal
! life pushes it's disciples into vale-
/ tudinarianism and the grave. Along the
walks of prosperous life death goes
amowing such harvests as are reap
ed Materia Medica has been exhausted
to find curatives for those physiological
! devastatons Dropsies, cancers, con-
sumptions, gout and almost every in
/ trinity in all the realm of pathology have
been the penalties paid, To coun teract
the damage, Pharmacy has gone forth
with medicament panacea, elixir embro-
! cation. salve and cataplasm.
Tonight with swollen feet upon cush-
ioned ottoman, and groaning with aches
| innunterabie. will be the votarY OF luxuri-
Gus living, not half so happy as hlH or DOM
or conl-heaver. Wrong fashion is the
worlds undertaken, and drives thousands
/ OF hearses to Greenwood, and Laurel Hit,
and Mount Auburn.
But worse than that, this folly Is an i'm
! toHectual depletion. This endless study
of proprieties and etiquette, patterns and
styles, is bsdwarfing to tho intellect.
never knew woman or a man Of extreme
fashion that knew much How belittling
the study of the cut of a coat or the tic Of
q cravat, or the wrinkle in a sleeve, or the
/ color of a ribboni How they are worried
| IL something gets united or hangs awry,
| or is not nicely adjustedi With a mind
| capable of measuring the height and depth
| of great subjects; able to unravel mys-
teries, to walk through the universe, to
soar up in the infnity of Gods
notwithstanding perpetually over
a new STYLE of cloaki I have
| known men reckless as to their
character and regardless Of interests mo-
menUous and eternal, oxasperated by tho
shape of a vest button. What is the mat
ter with that woman wrought mp in to the
agony of despair Oh her muiE Is out OF
fashion
Worse than all. this folly Is NOT satfs
fed until it has extirpated every moral
sentiment and blasted the soul A ward
robe is the rock upon which many a soul
has been riven. The excitement OF
! luxurious life has been the vortex that has
| swallowed up more souls than the maol-
! storm OF Norway ever destroyed shipse
| What room for elevating themes in a
heart filed with the trivial ana unrealP
In the wild tumult of,the last day--the
mountains falling, the Heavens flying, the
thrones upris ing, the universe assem-
! bling; amid the boom of the last great
| Handicapped, and under the cracking OF
a burning world-what will become Of
the disciple OF unholy fashion,
But watch the career Of one thoroughly
artificial. Through Inheritance, OF per-
| haps his own skill having obtained enough
for purposes Of display, he feels himself
thoroughly established. He sits aloof
from the common herd, and looks out Of
his window upon the poor man and says:
"Put that dirty wretch Off my steps im-
mediately !" On Sabbath days he finds the
church, but mourns the fact that he must
worship with many Of the inelegant,
and says; "They are perfectly nwfulF
''That man that you put in my pew had a
coat on his back that did not cost i've dol
lars"
He struts through life unsympathetic
with trouble and says: 'T can not be
bothered" Is delighted with some doubt
full story of Partisan life, but thinks that
there are some very indecent things IN
the Bible. Walks arm and arm with the
know his own brother. Loves TO be praised
for his splendid house, and when told
that he looks younger than ten years az.
says; "Well, really, do you think sop
But the brief strut Of his life is about
over. Upstairs, he dies. No angel wing
lowering about linn. No Gospel promises
kindling up the darkness; bat exquisite
embroidery, elegant pictures and bust
of Shakespeare on the mantle. The pulseg
stop. Tae minister comes I'm 10 read the
Resurre ction, that day whom the dead
shall come Up--both he that died ON tlG
floor and he that expired under princoly
upholstery. He is carried out to burial.
Only few mourners, but "a great array
of carriages. Not one common man az
the funeral. No befrended orphan 10
weep a tear on his grave. No child of
want pressing through the ranks Of the
| weeping, saying: "Ee is the last fr iend
have and must see him"
What now? he was a great man. Shall
not chariots OF salvation come down 20
the other side Of the Jordan and escort
him up to the palRcel Snail not the
angels exelaim: "rurn out A prince Is
coming?" VIII the bel chime? VIII
there be harpers with their harps and
trumpeters with their trumTots?
mol mol mol There viii bo shudder,
as though calamity bad happened.
Standing on Heavens battlements, q
/
with frey downfall and shrek: "Wan-
dering star-for whom Is reserved the
blackuess Of darkness foroverW
But sadder yet is the closing of woni-
ans life that has been worshipful Of
worldliness all the wealth II life-time's
opportunity ted. What n tragedy. a
woman on her dying pillow, thinking OF
what sire might have doHe foe God and
! humanity, aud yet having done nothing.
! NJ d wi tuE of "a fus.
riet Newell, going down 20 peacefully die
| in the Isle Of France, reviewing her life
time sacrifices fer the redemption Of india;
or the last hours Of Elizabeth Hsrvey,
having exchanged her bright New En-
gland home for life at Bombay amid
stolid heathenisfn, that she might iliumine
| II, saying, in her last moments; "lt this
Is the dark valley il has not a. dark spot
I'm il; all is light, Iehtiv or The exit Of
Mrs Lsnnox, falling under sudden dis
ease at Smyrna, breathing out her soul
with the last words: oh, ho# happy -
or the departure Of Mrs. Sarah ID. Conn
/ stock, spending her lie for the salvation
Of Burmah, giving up her children that
they might come home to America to be
educated and saying as she kissed
them goodbye, never to see them
again: go, Jesus, do this for
Theew or the going of ten thousand
good women, who in lees FesOunding
spheres have lived not Tor themselves, but
for God aud tie ailevlatiou OF human suf-
fering. That was a brilliaut scene whon
in 1875, In the campaign Tor the capture of
Ronda. Queen Elizabeth Of Cattle, on
horseback side by side with King Ferd-
maud, rode out 10 review the troops. As
she, IN bright armor, rode along the lines
Of the Spanish host and waved her jew
eled hand 90 the warriors, and ever and
anon uttered words of cheer 70 the worn
veterans who, far away from their