The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1892-07-29
aTROTwOOD's MISCELLANY.

Low down in the southern sky now
hangs a brilliant, ruddy jewel, coming
with uncomfortable rapidity earthward,
after an absence OF fifteen years, like a
ship-wrecked lover to the home of his
bride. Mars-not the warlike son of
-TuDitcr and Juno, who shook his shin
ing blade full in the face of mighty
Diomed and himself led on the bat
Lalions of Greeks in armOr supernat-
ural-but Mars, the planet, beautiful
world like ours, surrounded with a
light iridescent air, covered with seas
and bays and goodly land, and, for all
we know, filled with the forms OF
mighty men, and, rolling along "with
the music of the spheres" it keeps, per-
chance, time to the intellectual and
moral pendulum or our OW II world!
How wonderful it is! How far be-
yond the narrow grasp of our own
finite minds is the bare fact that it has
WhirlGd around it's circle, supported
only by the power of the Almighty's
viii! Through space of many thou
sands or millions of miles, past other
worlds, some dcserted-white and glaP-
ing under the blaze of light, but dead
with an awful stillness-past echOIess
moons and burning comets and aerOiite
that hiss by it into darkness, it has
passed them all without a waveP or
nod, or the loss of a minute or mo-
ton, and now hangs over our Southern
sky, while we vainly look and wonder,
clutch and yearn, like an infant reach d.
ing for dazzling jewel III its mothers
radiant hair, as she stOops to give it a
goodnight kiss.
Men of science will look and study
and thoOrize; telescopes will face it
like American cannon in well
equipped fort, on beautiful enemy
that faunts hor hostile flag too near;
the busy money-loving or pleasure
seeking world will glance at it, and
hardly pause to say, "What pretty
star ~ poets will ill its shores with d
raee of mighty men and lovely women
and fruitful products AMI towering par
apets. Thon, while wC look aud Won
der, it will whiTl along by us with its
moons and its mysteries, on is long
burning march, leaving orr theories
still theories, our spcculations still
unproynn, our visions still pretty float
fng dreams, our finite minds still
crushing for the infinite; in our'wcak
ness and hrIplrssnesS aud doubts an,
wonder, we can hut lay our hands oil
the only Truth that Iivos and with il
say, "'rha heavens declare the gl0r5
of God and tho armament show eth hi
handiwork."
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"From shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves is
three generations" says the old saw
l.. oil ions a
in them.
When You SEQ a man on mOonllgh
night trying To convince his shadov
that it ought not follow a gentleman
you may know that the temperance 80
ciety has disbanded.
~
\ prosy, tedious Congressman sal
10 Henry Clay: "You speak, sir, for tn
present generatio 1, but speak for poe
terity.v "Yes," replied Clay, "and
looks a. il you were going to keep OF
speaking till your audience arrives"
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NJ IN never IA tened one end of chail
around the neck of his brother tina
Gods own hand did not fasten tn
other end around the neck of the op
presSor.-Lamartine
So
\ mans good breeding is the hos
security against another's bad man
-Chcstortiold.
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Young man of the South, please a
Grover CIevennd's paragraph on IL
Force bill out and paste it on your bc
vilVs fan, SO you will read it every SUI
dav night, Grover was never known
talk for fun.