The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-08-30
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SOME "REMINISCENCES.

 culpepper Revels in Events of the
 Fast.
 Editor The Advertiser:
 reckon every one of us who realizes the lengthening shadow of that great coming event which. sooner or later. over takes us all, yields more and more to reminiscence. It Is like one gathering his goods preparatory to journey to far of country.
 "Oft in the stilly night
 Ere slumber's chain has bound me Fond memory brings the light
 Of other days around me"
 Memory is the energetic treasure of the mind, ever gathering present impressions and storing them away to 9dorn the Magical isle in the River of Time
 Where softest of echoes are straying, "And the name of this isle is the Beau
 tiful Past
 And we bury our treasure all there; There are beings Of beauty too iovely 10
 last;
 There are blossoms of snow. with the
 dust OCT them cast;
 There are tresses and ringlets of hair. '.In the stiffness of night, hands are And. with joy that is almost pain. We delight to turn back, and in wander
 ing there,
 Through the shadowy halls of the islands
 so fair,
 We behold our lost treasures again."
 An, perhaps, Benefcent Providence gave us memory as a recompense for the rude shocks of disappointment that swal- low up the glittering prospects of young life's Journey and, may be so, we gather from memory's span as much pleasure as from the lengthening bow of hope. Hope brightens the future. memory enlivens the past. both servants of the present, con- tributing to it's pleasure.
 Perhaps memory Is the kodak of the mind taking impressions which each sense brings and recollection Is the artist that develps the negative at pleasure And, sometimes 1t looks like just for fun, he borders beautiful picture with all sorts of incongruities.
 Now. only yesterday I fell into reverie and was in the full enjoyment of a vaca- tion on the isle of the Beautiful Past when I had a glimpse of Brother Adams. to be a Priest. We Baptists are very sensitive about certain words and gen enrally show disposition to eschew Priest" and Bishop" as applied to those who minister in holy things. However, occasionally if not oftener. 1t is becoming the custom to apply Bishop" to the Baptist preacher. At first the habit was confined to the young preacher and the swell head" The older heads thought time would cure. in the first case, but death alone would be effective in the latter. The Lord only knows. The Bishop of 'Possum Trot scores a point when he writes up the Bishop of Lousy Level as "the right man in the right place.
 don't want to injure Bro. Adams with the brethren. q have frequently heard this of a man. "He is his worst enemy'O. don't want anybody to think Bro. Adams has embraced the Catholic faith In becoming a Priest. Nor do I want anybody to think he has fallen into idolatry in officiating at the Altar of Hymen. That was his business in these "dggins." He was assisting in making others happy and I hope the young man, in the case. may be worthy of the ex- cellence to which Bro. Adams joined him. Bro Adams didn't see me and I'm glad. for his sake, he did not I have an idea that sometimes the presence or appear ance of an old friend is torture to the mind. Some of 'em just can't stand 1t. and there is one notable incident of rope retreat to ease a troubled mind. A long time ago a Professor Schmidt taught music in our neighborhood. He abused the confidence of his many creditors by decamping in the sweet, small hours or the night and failed to leave his future address. In the first excursion to Fen sacola on the new railroad his merchant, his landlord, his doctor ct i'd omne genus went to see the Sandy City. Schmidt was there and came face to face with the solid array of creditors. After shak- ing hands all round he assumed the penitential attitude of one taken in a fault and said, "I feelzt mean, l feelzt means. 1 feelzt like 1 steal somtdings.' May be its natural. l don't like to arouse such feelings and kindly, con siderately rejoice when some of my old | associates don't see me. Bro. Adams didn't appear so rotund about the stomach as when I last saw him. have heard that since he played the final part of 'the SOW that was washed, his ser vices in the ministry suffered blight. If this be true 1t may account for his shortage of gtrth.
 It's sad thing when chicken, a great 1 Creature comfort all fails.'
 I was not surprised that Bro. Adams arms have grown out for
 Mature ripens fast
 | Opening every hour
 l The arms burned off have grown apace And may be burned some more."
 as the poet says. It must be innate virtue that grows arms ruthlesSly burn. | ed. That young Roman who burned hiS arm off to show that torture was inef 1 fectual against rectitude never had the | luck to sprout another arm. The ingra titude of Nature and Republics to tru, l patriotism is sometimes shown in the | armless sleeve of a man Who knows the right, and knowing, dare maintain"
 But no sooner dld 1 see Bro. Adam! than this nimble Artist, Recollection tool a plate from Memory and began, as h' has often done, to develop the Brundidg, Meeting of 1891. There was d host of ui | there, from Scott to Carlisle. (Scott haC been a Consul or Something and nad as pirations seeking Alliance qualification. Clements was there scenting the battle afar off. like the war horse. Kolb wa. there. CWe can never forget Kolb) 4 fellow named Wood was there with tht stereotyped denunciation of The AdVer tiser. which went through with whoop Oh, there were lots of fellows there witl | axes to gring. Macune was there and mad, a speech in three sections-one in tho 1 open air when the Lord routed him witt | q most copious shower-the second, In tho Jagged Democratic Deacon put him to flight the third in the Seat of learning Wher, Carlisle taught the young idea now tC shoot" and gaze on him as he dreamed 1 the happy hours away,
 And still they gazed and then began tt
 hint
 A good sized head but nothing ,n it''
 I recollect the triumphal march through | Brundidge. Bro. Adams was the centra 1 figure in the Triumphal Car; the littl' | steer was next. Bro Adams was sittinI near the dashboard so he could touch tho steer now and then and whisper encOur l looked knowing and chewed his cud | While he chewed his cud and said noth | Ing he appeared to be inspired with in l telligence to appreciate his importance l as. like Atlas, he carried such wondrou load. l think he had a spot on his rum l Iah tha efz nf {