Show i from the golden eira lira 1 4 C clear CLEAB QUILL ON FAMILI ait AIl TEXTS I 1 all is not gold that glitters gliders MY DEAR deail FRIENDS coming from my CUin amans today to day with the dickey which I 1 now have an on an idea insinuated itself into my brain like a into a cabbage head that the world was wa like a huge laundry wherein mankind as the shirts are pounded and rolled and jami jammed ped and scrubbed and sloshed about in th the 0 washing ma chines of trouble and grief until often there is nothing left of many of them but a bunch of rags and they are thrown into the rag tag hag bag of perdition some come out cleansed from the dirt of ignorance and vice gleam gleaming rag white with goodness and are dungeon upon the silken line of virtue which leads fo to the happy laud land of canaan others make their appearance latance a apparently perfect in purity IN but t when the tho 0 eye 0 of f examination rests upon them there is found many a stain of wickedness and many pearl buttons of truth torn off and lost in the dirty waters of infamy which litch vir vil can never be found again musing thus my beg rimmed friend friends st as I 1 sauntered slowly along the tour four bi bit side of montgomery street I 1 saw be fore my anxious eyes a female form as slender and alid perfect in shape as a penstock and dressed in all the elegant t of this ultrafashionable ultra fashion fashionable able abie age ge A beautiful damask dress dresa trailed gracefully a few sweet yards behind and a brilliant bombazine cloak cloa k cue cut cuta euta cut a la monkey jacket trimmed with tin half dollars and strips of bf haircloth hair cloth I 1 fluttered in the afternoon zephyr long curls like gutta percha dork corkscrews screws hung from beneath a mass of feathers ribbons lace and gobs of artificial flowers my old heart jumped like an aged kangaroo which has suddenly dropped upon a thorn bush and I 1 felt like a youth again 1 my myo excited friends and wished that I 1 were a handful 0 of f dust to be blown biown into her sweet eyes or to powder those frizzled corkscrews striving to go past this etherial variety store my friends my tu tug boat boata 9 came I 1 down upon her flowing tr trail all ali like a truck horses hoof upon a gunny sack my hat in hand I 1 earnestly asked her pardon but I 1 met only an ill lii mannered frown and as she gave her dress a flirt I 1 saw petticoats and hose that needed soap and with the angry toss of her head came tumbling to the sidewalk side walk that mass of curls ali ah my sympathising sympathizing friends my guileless mind received a cruel shock this lovely shape was waa nearly all false and I 1 bowed my tonsured head and and murmured sadly all is not gold that glitters differs many of you old buffers seated before me this evening can look back to many vivid illustrations of my text you have often met men and women who like ilke soap bubbles were gleaming with rainbow colors but when the outside shell of appearances was punctured nothing was left but the froth of vanity J or a bitter drop or two of deceit and flippancy nian Alan mankind I 1 kind is like a great forest all looks as fair to the eye as the hollow shell I 1 run across a few hours ago but when you wander among the trees and bushes of mortality you find many a green fair shaped leaf leaf covered with nettles of meanness many a guady rose concealing thorns of vanity and vice many a rotten log of selfishness covered by the moss of ostentation and muddy qu quagmires admires of rascality overgrown by graceful vines of smiling fairness which when stepped upon let you rou through to your necks into the filth filth of misplaced confidence and then you discover almost when too late that all is not gold that glitters vve we ive are continually meeting with these rough tough experiences in the forest of humanity as we journey from the baby jumper to our respective holes in the th e ground and they should serve us as gold of discrimination to purchase better stocks of good sense andia we have as much mind as a galvanized mummy my friends we at length learn to pay less attention to gaudy outside aphea appearances ra laces luces which so often deceive look with more favor upon the rough tough looking though firm old oaks of honesty and turn aside from the flower of fashion to cultivate the modest unassuming violet of true worth in a word my dying vines of folly take an honest man or a virtuous good woman by the fil flipper per no m matter atter what garb may cover their death mortgaged forms and kick with the boot of contempt ther well dressed rascal or sim fool who looks with a sneer upon the poverty stricken and the rough palms of honest toil toll all is not gold that glitters friends eo so be careful as you lean over the gilded front yard gate of early affection that your hearts do not fall over and rest at the feet of a mere shell in crinoline all is not gold that glitters my lofty aiming friends of or maturen years and the luring hand of honor and riches for which you are striving may cause you to throw aside many virtues which you now possess and now my uneasy friends as I 1 shut the gate of thought though th 1 let iet et me warn varn you against forgetting t that a t place far from mortal eye where false colors are never unfurled U ra e d and deceit can no mor more e L enter ente r within its t gates than a kin can be dropped through a gimlet hole mr vice will bear in mind as he be passes s the hat that allis ail all is not gold that glitters and distinctly linder understand stand that tin bits and brass pocket pieces wont bassat pass at this counter mr Sch seh lopps will now e execute the closing chant s sometimes a fine long hair Is found sound mong nicest looking fritters illustrating my wenry weary friend friends ml all is it ngo ngit gold that glittre let no man think loi iol it a light that he spend his precious time io in idle words |