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He Has Enemies

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Parent Issue
Day
21
Month
April
Year
1848
Copyright
Public Domain
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We never hear the remark made of a man "that he has enemies," without feeling desirous of his acquaintance. We are sure to find him in many respects a sterling character. - A man who plods along in the same track of his forefathers - who never breaks away from the traces of expediency, and who thinks and writes with the same pen, and from the same mode that his grandfather used, seldom if ever gains an enemy. But he who thinks for himself, is something of a genius, and his talents of a high order, is sure to find enemies at every corner. A truthful paragraph that he has written, darling vice that he has denounced, or sense even of his superiority over themselves, induce many to say severe things of him and bring his good name in contempt. - When lived the energetic, active, talented man who had no enemies. Even perfection itself in the life of Christ was ridiculed, spoken against, abused, spit upon and cast away! A man who has enemies need not relax his efforts, nor presume that he is the worse person that ever lived. If he is upright in his dealings and benevolent in his disposition, obliging and accommodating to all classes, he must have the approbation of a good conscience, and his sleep will be refreshing. We would not give a farthing for the man who has no enemies - who panders to the depraved appetite of the bad, and pretends to uncommon sanctity among the religious - who never denounces sin for fear of a frown, or expresses himself as a friend to virtue lest he be ridiculed. No - gie use the faithful individual who sustains the right at fearful odds, and speaks out boldly when vice comes in like a flood. Such a man is honored and approved by Heaven, and we will always extend to him the right hand of fellowship. [Philadelphia Saturday Courier.] The oppression of the body may be endurable but that of the spirit is, indeed death! E. M. Chandler. "Woe for those who trample o'er a mind A deathless thing! - They know not what they do, Or what they deal with - Man perchance may bind The flower his step hath bruised; or light anew The torch he quenches: or to music wind Again the lyrestring from his touch that flew - Bat for the soul! - Oh! tremble and beware To lay rude hand upon God's mysteries there!"