The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1902-05-17

When at table he was totally sbsorbe
In the business of the moment his look
seemed riveted to his plate; nor would be
unless when in very high company, say on
word, or even pay the least attention I
what was said by others, till he had satisfiel
his appetite. which was SO fierce, and in
dulged with such intentness, that while q
the act of eating the veins of his foreheal
swelled. and generally a strong perspiratiol
was visible"
Again Boswell says:
while talking, or even musing as he sa
In his chair, he commonly held his head L
one side, toward his right shoulder, AM
shook 1t in a tremulous manner, moving hi
pody and forward, and rubbint
his left knee in the same direction with thu
palm of his hand. In the intervals of ar
rlculatlns he made various sounds with hi.
mouth; sometimes as If Eliminating, or wha
is called chewing the cud, sometimes giving
a half-whistle, sometimes making hi.
tongue play backward and forward from
the roof Of his mouth. chuckling like a hen
and sometimes protruding 1t against his up
per gums In front, as if p-ronouncing under
his breath, too, too, too, all this accompa'
MED sometimes with a thought look. but
more frequently with a smile. Generally
when he had concluded a period In the
course Of a dispute. by which time he was a
good deal exhausted by vociferatlon, he
used TO blow out his breath like a whale.
Your may be project, and
you may have one of these obnoxious
traits, and yet you may be much less
a real man than Samuel Johnson.
This same DR.. johnson believed in
ghosts and went to many spirit rap
ping performances, hoping to see nj
Yet the streets Of London ere full of
ghosts. All men are really ghosts,
more or less alive.
This life is like a stage. The players
come into the theater, put on their cos
TUNES, act their part, and 60 away. We
enter upon this life, from whence we
know not; we depart we know rot
whittier. While we are here we put on
our costumes of clay, the same old
clay that the red Indians wore who
roamed these prairies in primeval
days, even the same clay that the birds
and animals used. Are we so stupid
as to call this costume-clay, this play
actors makeup. a man? No man hath
seen a man at anytime, Men are invis-
ible, eternal; the things which are
seen are temporal.
All visible things are but symbols of
some unseen reality. There is a build
ing you call a courthouse. 1t is but a
flag, a sign that stands for a certain
idea in the human mind called justice,
or law. Take that idea out of that
mind and before a month is over men
will begin to take down the court
house. stone from stone, and arrange
it to express another idea. Your
church building is but a word of stone
and brick to express the invisible idea
of worship. Your schoolhouse is but
a mark to indicate the idea of educa-
ton. Eliminate the thought of wor-
ship and education from the human
mind and straightway churches and
schoolhouses will be transformed into
livery stables and packing houses,
If this be true of the ordinary things
about us, how much more true it is of
the stupendous framework we call the
universe, The visible universe is also
a sign; God is the reality; stars and
worlds constitute His garment, some
time to be laid aside outworn. Addi-
son sings of the sun, moon and stars,
giving voice to God:
what though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Among the splendid orbs be found?
In reasons ear they all rejoice
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing as they shine:
The and that made US Is divine
How can there be those who say that
this world is without a mind to move
II and control it? How can men not
believe in the sp~iritualities? I would
rather believe all the fables of mythol-
sgy, all the stories in Grimm's fairy
tales. and all the childish crudities of
the superstitious ages past. I would
rather make my soul a highway of
spooks, and suspect the existence of
elves, gnomes. hobgoblins and witches,
than to believe the horrid lie that
there is no reality but mud. or to be-
lieve that dead matter can s~ecrete
ideas of beauty, Of nobility and Of
God.
All true greatness lies in the invisi-
bic world. It is of ideas, not of things.
Your real stature is measured by
what you are and what you think, and
not by what you possess. Ideas alone
are worth while. We sometimes say:
"That is only an idea" as if an idea
were some small thing and the reality
were something greater. A young
man once came to Joseph Pulitzer, of
the New York World, applying for a
position. "What can you do?" said
Mr.. Pulitzer. 81 do not know" an
swered the young man. 81 am a grad
uate of Harvard, I have nothing but
IDEAS" ideas! Ideas!" exclaimed
Mr.. Pulitzer, dropping his pen and
throwing up his hands. THAT is just
what ! am looking for. | will give
you a salary of $1,000 a year if you will
give me one idea by which I can in
crcase the circulation of the World
n hundred thousand copies!" Then
the young man came to himself and
realized that he did not have so many
ideas after all.
II you have something in your mind,
some greatness in your heart. never