The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-11-06

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There are other generations of oak
leaves to take the place of those which
this autumn perish. Next May the
cradle of the wind will rock the young
buds. The woods will be all ahum
with the chorus of lesfy voices. If
the tree in front of your house, like
Elijah, takes chariot of fire, its man
tie will fall upon Elisha. If, in the
blast of these autumnal batteries, so
many ranks fail, there are reserve
forces to take their place to defend
the fortress of the hills. The heaters
of gold leaf VIII have more gold leaf to
beat. The crown that drops to-day
from the head of the oak will be
picked up and handed down for other
kings to wear. Let the blasts come.
They only make room for other life.
So, when we 20, others take our
spheres. We do not grudge the fu-
ture generations their places. We will
have had our good time. There is no
signing among these leaevs to-day, be-
cause other leaves are to follow them.
After a lifetime of preaching, DOCTOR
ing, selling, sewing or digging, let us
cheerfully give way for those who
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ing, sewing and digging. God grant
that their life may be brighter than
ours has beenl AS we get older, do not
let us be affronted If young men and
women crowds us a little. We viii
have had our day, and we must
let them have theirs. When our
voices get cracked, let us not
snarl at those who can MARBLE. When
our knees are stiffened, let us have
patience with those who go feet as the
deer. Because our leaf is fading, do
not let us despise the unfrosted.
Autumn must not envy the spring.
Old men must be patient with boys.
DIR. Guthrie stood up in Scotland and
said: "You need not think l am old
because my hair is white; never was
so young as am now" look back to
my childhood days, and remember
when, in winter nights, in the sitting
room, the children played, the blithest
and the gayest of all the company was
father and mother. Although reach
ing fourscore years of age, they never
got old
Do not be disturbed as you see good
and great men die. People worry when
some important parsonage passes off
the stage and say: "His place will
never be taken" But neither the
church nor the state will suffer for it.
There will be others to take the places.
When God takes one man away He
has another right back of Him. God
is so rich in resources that lie
could spare 5000 Summerfelds and
Saurins, if there were so many.
There will be other leaves as green.
as exquisitely veined, as grace
fully etched. as well pointed. How
ever prominent the place we fill, our
death will not jar the world. One fall
ing leaf does not shake the Adiron-
dacks. A ship is not we'll manned I'M
less there be an extra supply of
hands; some working on deck; some
sound asleep in their hammocks. God
has manned this world very well.
There will be other seamen on deck
when you and are down in the ca bin,
sound asleep in the hammocks.
Again: AS with the leaves, we fade
and fall and myriads of others. One
can not count the number of pIumes
which these frosts are plucking from
the hills. They will strew all the
streams; they will drift into the cav
ems; they will soften the wild beasts
lair, and fill the eagles eyrie.
All the aisles of the forest will be
covered with their carpet, and the
steps of the hills glow with a wealth
of color and shape that will defy the
looms of Administer What urn could
hold the ashes of all these dead leaves?
Who could count the hosts that burn
on this funeral pyre of the mountains?
So we die in concert. The clock that
strikes the hour of our gong will
sound the going of many thousands.
Keeping step with the feet of those
who carry us out will be the tramp of
hundreds doing the same errand. Be-
down in Greenwood. That place has
over two hundred thousand of the
dead. / said to the man at the gate:
''Then If there are so many here,
you must have the largest ceme
terry" He said there were two
Roman Catholic cemeteries in the city,
each of which had more than this. We
are all dying. London and Pekin are
not the greatest cities of the world.
The grave is the great city. It hath
mightier population, longer streets,
brighter lights, thicker harnesses.
Caesar is there, and all his subjects.
Nero is there, and all his vic
tins City of kings and paupers!
1t has swallowed up in it's inn
migrations. Thebes, and Tyre and
Babylon, and will swallow all our
cities. Yet, City Of Silence. No voice.
No hoof. No wheel. No clash. No
shifting of hammer. No clack of fly
ing loom. No jar. No whisper. Great
City of Silence! OF all it's million mill
lion hands, not one of them is lifted.
OF all its million million eyes, not one
of them sparkles. OF all its million
million hearts, not one pulsates. The
| living are in small minority.
If, in the movement of time, some
great question between the living and
the dead should be put, and God called
up all the dead and the living to decide
| it, as we lifted our hands, and from all
the resting places of the dead they
| lifted their hands, the dead would out
vote us. Why, the multitude of the
dying and the dead are as these au-
tumnal leaves drifting under our feet
to-day. We march on toward eternity,
not by companies of 100, or regiments
of / 900, or brigades of 10, 900, but $780,
900, 900 abreastl Marching on! March
/ ing onl
Again: As with variety of appear
ance the leaves depart, so do we. You
have noticed that some trees, at the
| frst tOuch of the frost lose all their