The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1891-12-04

matter now "Adt AEo hShS ""o ~
matter now why he could no longer toll
crate the other Man, and both were Men.
His side of the story presented a plau-
sible condition; his side Of the story
and the relation of his grievance was
enough to exasperate even a younger
man-yet this old man with the wintry
snow upon his head and the grave wait
ing for him just over yonder was cher
ishing that loathsome thing called by
men hatred.
And vet he never thought. He had
eyes and he saw not and he had ears
vet he heard not. Did he remember that
the world was busy and that it was big?
Did he recollect that he was an atom-a
mere wiggling naggot in the great cheese
of the universe-that millions just as
strong and just as intellectual and just
as good had died long years ago-and
| that each solitary one of them held in
his death grasp a grievance-compared
with the one which ne now tried to hold
would loom up like a giant would loom
up beside the smallest creature which
CULVER so cheerfuiiy lied about? Did
he not know hat on the banks of the
other river-that on the other shore Of
time all these hatreds and these griev-
ances had been carried and perhaps adj
iusted? Why should he care? He is
old now-he has but little Of his life to
live-he is getting ready to depart-but
vet he did care. He wanted us to know
that he had malice and hatred in his
heart-not that he would call it sO-nO,
no. But he would have revenge.
One he fancied had done him wrong
one had done those things which to
his way of thinking were repulsive and
not what a gentleman should have done
and he-feeble, tottering-old and de-
crepit-he would have revenge.
1t all seems so silly and yet it is all so
true.
Suppose that we could all have re-
venge? Suppose that we all could reek
that vengence which once was termed
"mine"-and suppose that things always
went just our way?
But there is no use.
Men have their differences and they
are not fools for having them. Were
things properly adjusted there would be
no lawyers-there would be no juries
and there would be no judges.
The tragedy which makes the warp or
the wool of these, our lives which we call
hours would be no more there would be
no pathos and there would be no senti-
ment. There could be no JOY for there
would be no misery and there would be
no love because there would be no hate.
1t takes the bitter and the sWeet-the
clouds and the sunshine and the rain
bow with it's beautiful colors and the
thunderbolt with its destructive force to
make the the harmony Of nature COM
plete-and after all we poor mortals are
but a part and parcel of the humanity
which is nature.
SO let the old man tell his tale of woe
and let us listen with attentive ear;
let the maiden live the hopes of all her
life when the impassioned loyer whis-
pers his VOWS which are false and which
are wild let the mother remember the
ashes which were carried from her door
in the little white hearse-and let us all
get what pleasure we may.
The world is big and wide and hollow
and seltish-if we gather a sweet here
there must be something in the other bud.
1t takes it all to make a life-and the
life which has not tasted it's bitter-well
it can never enjoy its sweets.