The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1892-07-19
TROTWO0D's MISCELLANY.
Viewed From the Grand stand.

the view looking westward from the
upper balcony of the grand stand at the
| Driving Park.
! CHANGING over the great track, glitter
ing like a golden serpent in the sum
mer sun, and beyond the white-washed
stables filled with equine beauty, the
eye goes over the gentle swell of the
fields-all green, but dark or light, in
mottled spots-as they fall under the
shadow of the lazy floating summer
clouds, or glow with brightness in the
July sun. A little beyond, rolls the
siI r-plashing Bigby; and beyond that,
puff of slowly rising smoke, spread
ing like a murky cloud Ofscandal in the
pure air of truth, follows in the wake
OF a fast-rushing train, the smoke
stack of whose engine, from our three
mile post of observation, crawls along
the foot of the rising hills like giant
twenty-pounder, with its muzZle to the
sky, pouring out it's black breath to the
smiling heavens!
Further South, and sparkling from
solid mass OF deeper green-the tops OF
giant trees-which seem to have rallied
| in a cluster to protect it, high above
them and almost lost in the pale pur-
pie heavens, is the shining white flag
staff of the Arsenal, floating our starry
constellation to its kinfolk in the sky!
Beyond and to the right, the Mt.
Pleasant pike creeps over the hill to
town, cleaning like the white-chalked
| cliffs Of Britony, where the English race
first settled and learned of Freedom
and the love of God. Then come the
hills, the blessed heaven-lifted hills,
emblems of Gods infinite strength and
mans infinite weakness, and away
they roll in dark or purpling lines, to
the South, the East, the NOrth--their
knobs like sentinel giants guarding
the quiet vallies. Parnassus heads the
list three miles away; then Oft to the
left in girdling chains they Creep until
the furthest, ten miles away up the
valley of Rutherford Creek, is so near
the color OF the faded sky as to be hard
ly distinguishable from it!
Bright green, light green, dark and
darker green! Silver-maples, millet
fields, forest leaves! The purpling sky,
the airy clouds, the sparkling water,
the azure zone! These the cOlOrs; these
their representatives! These make the
picture; the landscape the canvas; the
sky above the light, and God himself,
the painter.
~
Sidney Smith was the wittiest preach
er that ever lived. His deacOns held
: meeting to devise way to put wood
, en- walk of blocks around the church
l door. THAT is easy enough, gentlemen
= he said. "Put your heads together and
the work is done"
#x#
Let us all call a halt on John 81. Nc
= Doweu. Why weep over a spot in the
r ocean where a man went down twelve
t months ago?
Z Some papers suggest that Judge Tur
: new now give away and let some thlrC
o man be nominated since he has VOL
f and NAV afford to be generous. Sucl
o talk IS silly. AS man reaps the con
e sequence of his own wrong acts, shall
he not enjoy the reward OF his owl
honest worth and endeavor?
~
L, Life is a span at most, but deep in
telligence makes it longer, just as ignor
: ance makes it shorter. Life with
+ savage is but a summer day and wer
z be as old as Methuselah he could re
; member but the last few he spent
= With man of intelligence life is meas
', ured by the deeds he has done-good
:, bad.
~ Therefore, we think it was Shelle
1t who said that one could turn a minut
II into an eternity if he could think OF on
d thing with sufficient intensity durln
l. the minute.
i "Recollect you cannot die but once
- Patrick said the priest to Pat-"Fait
i an, that is what's worryin' me you
n worship. If knowed could die 1e'
more times wouldn't mind this one 5
;. much"
e 1t is a fact and lamentablY true tha
: the greater development we are maxim
q in our live stock the less the stat
n seems to be making in her publ
lie schools. 1t looks like the State Is fo
- legs over brains, at present.
~ ~
E. ais this the front or the rear OF I'M
;e courthouse" asked stranger last wee
f of a darby, concerning that adequate
r structure that adOrns our town
N prominently as to appear to be the oni
Il building in it. "Boss Use been hea
a. forty year, but l never thought OF ola
Of question; but it strikes me dis hea
front side heah am de rear"
u -
Is Memory is the cabinet of Imagination
the treasury of reason, the registry
s. conscience and the council chamber
e. thOught.-BurtOn.
y ~
Our lives are rivers, gliding free
To that unfathomed, boundless sea,
The silent grave!
Il, Thither all earthly pomp and boast
TO Roll. to be swallowed up and lost
IN In one dark wave. -LongleLo"'
n, -
st Tho minds of men are like dittere