The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1888-03-02

acqualntanceShlp viii not give you the
ten-thousandth part of a grain of solid
satisfaction. An English lord, moving
in the very highest sphere, was one day
found seated with his chin on his hand
and his elbow on the window-sill, looking
out and saying;
"Oh, 1 wish 1 could exchange places
with that dogl"
Mere social position viii never give
happiness to a woman's soul. have had
wide and continuous observation, and
tell the young women that they who
build on mere social position their SOULS
immortal happiness are building on the
sand.
Suppose that young woman expends
the brightness of her early life in this un-
satisfactory struggle and omits the pres
ent opportunity of usefulness in the home
circles what a mistake
So surely as the years roll around, that
home in which you now dwell will become
extinct. The parents will be gone, the
property will be turned over into other
possession, you yourself will be in other
relationships, and that home which, only
a year ago, was fun of congratulation,
will be extinguished. When that period
comes you will look back to see what you
did or what you neglected to do in the
way of making home happy. If you did
not smooth the path of your pa
rents toward the tomb; if you did
not make their last days bright
and happy; if you allowed your
younger brother to go out into
the world unhallowed by Christian and
sisterly influences; if you allowed the
younger sisters of your family to come
up without feeling that there had been a
Christian example set them on your part,
there Will be nothing but bitterness OF
lamentation. That bitterness will be In
creased by all the surroundings of that
home; by every char, by every picture,
by the old-time mantel ornaments, by
every thing you can think Of as connected
with that home. All these things will
rouse up agonizing memories. Young
women, have you any thing to do in the
way of making your fathers home hap
pY? Now is the time to attend TO
it, or leave it forever undone. Time is
flying very quickly away. / suppose you
notice the wrinkles are gathering and
accommodating on those kindly faces
that have so long looked upon you;
there is frost in the locks; the
foot is not as firm in it's step as it used to
be; and they viii soon be gone. The
heaviest clod that ever falls on a parents
coffin-lid is the memory of an ungrateful
daughter. o, make their last days bright
and beautiful. Do not act as though they
were in the way. Ask their counsel, seek
their pray ers and, after long years have
passed and you go out to see the grave
where they sleep, you will find growing
all over the mound something lovlier
than cypress, something sweeter than the
sweet rose, something chaster that the
lily-the bright and beautiful memories
of filial kindness performed ere the dying
hand dropped on you a benediction.
and you closed the lids over the weary
eyes of the worn out pilgrim.
go further, and advise you not to de-
pend for enjoyment upon mere personal
attractions. 1t would be heer hypocrisy,
because we may not have it ourselves, to
despise or affect to despise, beauty in
others. When God gives it he gives II as
q blessing and a means of usefulness.
David and his army were coming down
from the mountains to destroy Nabal and
his docks and viney ards. The beautiful
Abigail, the wife of Nabal, went out TO
arrest him when he came down from the
mountains, and she succeeded. Coming
to the foot of the hill, she knelt David
with his army of sworn men came
down over the cliffs, and when he
saw her kneeling at the foot of
the hill he cried ''Halt" to his men,
and the caves echoed it: ''Halti
baltp That one beautiful woman kneel-
ing at the foot of the cliff had arrested all
those armed troops. A dewdrop dashed
back Niagara. The Bible sets before US
the portraits of Sarah, and Rebecca, and
Abishag, Absalom's sister, and Jobs
daughters, and saws: ''They we're fair to
look upon" BY outdoor exercise, and by
skillfu arrangement of apparel, let wom-
en- make thems elves attractive. The
sloven has only one mission, and that to
excite our loathing and disgust. But alas !
for those who depend upon personal
charms for their happiness. Beauty is
such a subtle thing. it docs not seem to de-
pend upon facial proportions, or upon
the sparkle of the eve, upon the flush
of the cheek You sometimes find
It among irregular features. It is
the soul shining through the face
that makes one beautiful. But alas for
those who depend upon mere personal
charms. They will come to disappoint-
ment and to great fret. There are so
many different opinions about what are
personal charms; and then sickness, and
trouble, and age, do make such ravages.
The poorest god that a woman ever wor~
ships is her own face. The saddest sight
in all the world is a woman who has built
every thing on good looks, when the
charms begin to vanish. O, how they try
to cover the wrinkles and hide the raw
ages of timel When time, with iron-shod
feet, steps on a face, the hoof-marks re-
main, and You can not hide them. 1t is
silly to try to hide them. I think the
most repulsiye fool in the world is an old
foolI
Why, my friends, should you be ashamed
to be getting old? 1t is a stgn--it is prima
facie evidence that you have behaved tol-
erablY we'll. or you would not have lived
to this time. The grandest thing, I think,
is eternity, and that is made up Of count
| less years. When the r Bible would set
R,,- !, ha rF foE
| It says; ''His hair was white as snow"
| Bnt when the color goes from the cheek
| and the luster from the eve, and the spring
! from the step, and the gracefulness from
! the gait, alasl for those who have built
! their time and their eternity upon good
| looks. But all the passage of years can
| not take out of ones face benignity, and
| kindness, and compassion, and faith.
/ Culture your heart and you culture your
| face. The brightest glory that ever
beamed from a woman's face is the religion
/ of Jesus Christ. In the last war two hum
| dred wounded soldiers came TO Philadel-
] phia one night, and came unheraled, and
| they had to extemporize hospital for
| them, and the Christian women Of my
| church and Of other churches went out
| that night to take care of the poor wound.
ed fellows. That night ] saw Christian
woman go through the wards Of the hos
| pital, her sleeves rolled up, ready for hard
| work, her hair disheveled in the excite
| ment Of the hour. Her face was plain
very plain; but after the wounds were
| washed and the new bandages were put
round the splintered limbs, and the sx
| hausted boy fell of into his first pleasan
sleep, she put her hand on his brow, and
| he started in his dream and said; 'Oh,
| thought an angel touched me-"
There may have been no classic ole
| gance in the features Of Mrs. Harris, VIII
| came into the hospital after the ''sevel
/ daysn awful fight. she sat down by
/ wounded drummer toy and heard hin
| soliloquize:
"a ball through m body. and nv poo