Connecticut western news., 1891-08-13
HAPPY7 NOl


 stamped it's feet in honor of Charles Lamb, but what does he sayf T walk up and down. thinking an happy. but feeling l am not" Gall the roll, and be quick about it. Samuel John son, the learned Happy No am afraid shall some day get crazy" William Hazlitt, the great essayistl HappyG. No have been for two hours and half going up. and down Paternoster row with a volcano in my breast. Smollet, the witty authorl Happy9 No am sick of praise and blame, and wish to God that had such circumstances around me that could throw my pen into oblivion. Buchanan. the world renowned writ CT, exiled from his own country, ap pealing to Henry VIII for protection! Happy2 No Over mountains GOV cred with snow and through valleys flooded with rain l come fugitive" Moliere. the popular dramatic author Happy2 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 a worldling die. As l went into the hall l saw its> floor was tessellated, and it's wall was picture gallery. I found his death chamber adorned with tapestry until it seemed as if 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 deathbed, and clearing of the vials of bitter medicine. put down. any com pensation9 Oh. nol The world does not like sick and dying people, and leaves them in the ,lurch., It ruined | this man, and then left him. He had magnificent funeral All the ministers wore scarfs, and there were forty-three carriages in a row; but the departed man appreciated not the obsequies, A VERY POOR INVESTMENT.
 | want to persuade my audience that | this world is poor investment; that 1t does not pay ninety per cent. of satis faction, nor eighty per cent, nor twen- | ty per cent, nor two per cent, nor one; that it gives no solace when a dead babe lies on your lap; that it 1 gives no peace when conscience rings it's alarm; that it gives no explanation in the day of dire trouble, and at the time of your decease it takes hold of the pillow case and shakes out the feathers, and then jolts down in the place thereof sighs and groans and ex ecrations, and then makes yon put your head on it. ....t ....t--
 Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a satisfactory portion9 Would you advise your friends to make the invest ment9 No. "Ye have sold yourselves for naught'' Your conscience went Your hope went. Your Bible went Your heaven went. Your God went. When sheriff under a writ from the court sells man out. the officer gen orally leaves few chairs and bed, and few cups and knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the auctioneer's mallet has come down upon body, mind and soul l Goingl Gone "Ye have sold your selves for naught." :, .e. .s.....
 How could you do soY Did you think that your soul was mere trinket which for few pennies you could buy in a toy shop2 Did you think that your soul, if once lost, might l,e found again if you went out with torches and Ian terms? Did you think that your soul was short lived, and that, panting, it would soon lie down for extinction9 Or had you no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your fore fingers on it's eternal pulses2 Have you ever felt the quiver of it's peerless wingY Have you not known that. after leav ing the body, the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and tine next step to the farthest outposts of Gods universe and that it will not die until the day when the everlasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother, what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap9 "Ye have sold yourselves for naught." Fs-. | CARRY THE CAsE TO HEAVENS HIGH | COURT.
 But l have some good news to tell you want to engage in a litigation for the recovery of that soul of yours I want to show that you have been cheated out of it. want to prove, as I will. that you were crazy on that sub feet and that the world, under such cir cumstances, had no right to take the title deed from you, and if you will join me l shall get decree from the high chancery court of heaven rein stating you into the possession of your soul "Oh." you say. ''I am afraid of lawsuits; they are so expensive and cannot pay the cost 7" Then have you forgotten the last half of my text? "Ye have sold yourself for naught; and ye shall be redeemed without money"
 | Money is good for a great many things, but it cannot do anything in this matter of the soul. You cannot buy your way through. Dollars and pounds sterling mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If you could buy your salvation, heaven would be a great speculation, an extension of Wall street Bad men would go up and buy out the place, and leave us to shit tor our selves But as money is not lawful tender, what is2 will answer, Blood Whose2 Are we to go through the slaughter7 0h no. it wants ;riclle, blood than ours It wants a kings blood It must be poured from royal arteries It must be sinless torrent.
 But where is the king2 see a great many thrones and great many occu pants, yet none seem to be coming