Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-08-10

for little while tnat he was making
flne thing out OF this world, and yet be
fore he came to bis grave he wrote out
this pItiful epitaph for his monument
II am Cyrus occupied the Persian
empire. ! was king over Asia Be
grudge me not this monument. But
the world In after years plowed up hi;
sepulcher
HAPPY7 mol
The world clapped its hands and
stamped its feet in honor Of Charles
Lamb, but what does he sayl 81 walk
up and down, thinking l am happy,
but feeling ! am not" Call the roll,
and be quick about II, Samuel John
son, the learnedl Happyi mo. am
afraid ! shall some day get crazy" !"
William Hazlitt the great essayistl
Happy1 "No. l have been for two
hours and half going up and down
Paternoster row with volcano in my
breast" smoIlet the witty authoFI
Happy2 mo. ! am sick of praise
and blame, and / wish to God that !
had such circumstances around me that
could throw my pen into oblivion. y
Buchanan, the world renowned writ
er, exiled from his own country, ap
pealing TO Henry VIII for protection i
Happy1 mo. Over mountains Gov
cred with snow and through valleys
flooded with rain | come fugitive"
Molere. the popular dramatic authorl
Happyi "No. That wretch of an actor
Just now recited four of my lines with
out the proper accent and gesture. To
have the children Of my brain so hung,
drawn and quartered tortures me like
"A condemned spirit"
| went to see wording die. As !
went into the hall | saw It's floor was
tessellated. and its wall was picture
gallery. | found his death chamber
with tapestry until It seemed
as II the clouds of the setting sun had
settled In the room. The man had |
given forty years to the world-his wit,
his time, his genius, his talent, his soul.
Did the world come in to stand by his
ieathbed, and clearing off the walls of
bitter medicine, put down any COM
Densation9 Oh, mol The world does
lot like sick and dying people, and
caves them In the lurch. 1t ruined
his man. and then left him. He had a
funeral. All the ministers
yore scarfs, and there were forty-three
arriages in a row. but the departed
nan appreciated not the obsequies
VERY POOR INVESTMENT.
want to persuade my audience that {
his world is n poor investment; that it
Ioes not pay ninety per cent. of salts
action, nor eighty per cent, nor twen-
y per cent, nor two per cent, nor
me; that il gives no solace when a
lead babe lies on your lap; that it
ives no peace when conscience rings
Is alarm; that 1t gives no explanation .
n the day of dire trouble, and at the ,
ime of your decease X takes hold of
he pillow case and shakes out the
gathers, and then jolts down in the [
lace thereof signs and groans and ex-
crations, and then makes you put |
our head on 1t.
Oh, ye who have tried this world, is
satisfactory portionf Would you
dvise your friends to make the invest
lent1 No "Ye have sold yourselves {
Or naught." Your conscience went.
our hope went. Your Bible went
our heaven went. Your God went
yhen a sheriff under writ from the
ourt sells man out, the officer gen.
rally leaves few chairs and bed,
nd few cups and knives; but in this
wful vendue In which you have been
ngaged the auctioneer's mallet has
ome down upon body, mind and soul.
ioingl Gonel "Ye have sold your
elves for naught."
How could you do sol Did you think
hat your soul was mere trinket which
or few pennies you could buy in
oy shopl Did you think that your
ioul, II once lost, might be found again
1 you went out with torches and Ian
iernsl Did you think that your soul
was short lived, and that, painting, il |
would soon lie down for extinctionl Or |
had you no idea what your soul was
worthl Did you ever put your fore
fingers on its eternal pulsesi Have you
ever felt the quiver of its peerless wingl
Have you not known that, after leav-
ing the body, tho first step OF your soul
reaches 10 the stars, and the next step to
the farthest outposts OF Gods universe,
and that il will not die until the day
when the everlasting Jehovah eNpiresl
Oh, my brother, what possessed you
that you should part with your soul so
eheapi "Ye have sold yourselves for
naught'
CARRY THK CAsR TO HRAvRN's mGH
COURT
Bot | have some good news to tell
you. | want TO engage In a litigation
for the recovery OF that soul OF yours.
want to show that you have been
cheated out Of H. want TO prove, as
will, that YOU were crazy ON that sub
lect and that tho world, under such cir
cunstances, had no right 10 take the
title deed from you, and II YOU win
Join me shall set a decree from the
high chancery court Of heaven rein-
stating YOU into the possession Of your
soul "Oh," you say, II am afraid OF
lawsuits they are 80 expensive, and |
cannot pay the cost" Then have YOU
forgotten the last half of my TEXT 'lo
have SOLD yourself Tor nanght and 70
shall be redeemed without money"
Money Is good for a great many
things but Il cannot do anything In
this matter of the soul You cannot
buy your way through. Dollars and