The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1865-01-10 00:00:00

THE DAYS THAT ARE PAST.

BY THE REV. ROBERT MAGUIRE, M.A., INCITEMENT OF

CLHRKENWELL.
I love to reflect on the days that are gone;
They seem to be sacred because they are done.
The freight is delivered which they have amased,
From the time now departed—the days of the past.
Our pleasures, our treasures, our fears and our joys,
The hope that allures us, the pain that alloys,
The evil and good, from the first to the last,
Can only be read in the days of the past.
And when I recall them, 'tis then I would fain
Revisit the past—live it over again;
And bear the fierce storm and the winter's rough blast.
For the summer and sunshine of days that are past.
Oar joys, like the stars of the firmament, shine;
Our sorrows the setting, in which they entwine.
But yet the dark setting is bright at the last,
With the sunshine that beams on the days that are past.
They say "the dead past"—'tis not dead, hut alive,
The fountain froni whence we the present derive.
The purest of days, yea, the best that thou hast ;
No days can be brighter than they that are paid.
Remember the sunrise, the youth of thy clay,
The light of the morning that shone on the way ;
And how the bright noontide descended with haste,
And the night is the and of the day that is past !
Remember the friends and the friendships of yore,
All the fond things recorded in memory's store.
Can such be again—love so firm and so fast,
As that which first loved thee, in days that are past?
The Peet is transacted—its hopes and ite fears •
The Future uncertain—both sunshine and tear.
My soul wouldn't thou grieve if thou wert as thou wait,
In thy life's early morning —the days that are past.
My bark once exposed to the ebb and the flow,
Reads the past fluctuations in memory now.
The needle still trembles, but the anchor is cast
On the fixed and unchangeable days of the past.
I must set sail again, whatsoe'er may betide ;
0 God, be my captain, my compass, my guide;
From the shore they now see but the top of the mast,
And behind me again are the days that are past.
Thus Time glides apace, and " to-morrow" shall soon
Be "to-day;" and the sunrise ere long shall be noon.
As the shadows grow into their substance at last,
So the future is merged in the days that are past.
This all is but one—the time past and to come,
As the steps of the journey conducting me Home.
And then 01%111 PAN from the first to the last,
That there is no Future all Present, no Past.!
--f>tir Own Fireside for January.

Uses or Pernotmem.—Hitbseto, says the Times,
this mineral oil has been almost exclusively spoken of
es an illuminating substance, and as such it has at meat
as many adversaries as it has friends. But it possesses
also other qualities', the value of which is less open to
dispute. We mentioned a few days ago the property it
possesses of deatroying the parasites that prey upon the
human lyely, and we will now add that it may become
one of the most important auxiliaries in the art of dyeing,
in which it is calculated to produce quite a revoletion,
it having just been discovered that it contains the
principles of aniline, the well-known vegetable base
derived from indigo, and which is now no commonly
used for producing splendid rose-coloured staffs.
Aniline has hitherto been obtained by treating indigo with
a concentrated solution of potash, whereby a brownish
oily substance is formed which by diAtillation yields
Pure aniline, a clear colourless liquid, having the smell
of wine, but a corrosive and poisonous taste. The salts
of aniline are also colourless, but rapidly assume a
yellow rose colour by exposure to the sir. White wood
dipped into a solution of a salt of aniline toles a deep
yellow colour. Hydrochloric acid turns these salts green,
blue, or black, according to the concentrated state of
the solutions. For the present, experiments are still
in progress for extra/tine aniline from petroleum at a
cheap cost, and there is every reason to suppose that
these efforts will be crowned with success. Certain
odoriferous ethers may also be extracted from petroleum, ,
and there is even a talk of substituting petroleum for
coal or coke for steam purposes
A WARD= A EPATBTINO A PRISONER TO ESO An.—
At the Bast Sussex Epiphany sessions on Monday the
vis ting justices reporten that an attempt had been
made by one of the female convicts, Catherine Percival,
to escape from the prison it the absence of the matron
of the gaol. On inquiry it was ascertained that she had
been visited in the afternoon by her brother, and that
the visit took place in the irreseeme of Mary Ann homer,
one of the female warders. In the evening the eonvist
was missing from her cell, when it was visited by kl-
Pelling, another female warder. A search was
for the prisoner, who, in the meantime, came
- to the oell. Under the prison wall two ,
found—re— "
'ord.

Ipn

Mrs.
made
back
e.`arPel

ht--P
the

I were

foutd—one

restaip!ei

PPs!r,el.,

211

I);;AtUsbed.

her, they slone hawing power to do so.
dation was adopted.

diaaharge

The reoommpp.

_ wearing
with weight. to
.0 worutr Oyez sae wail. There is endows to sho,
I that tile warder, !fay Ann :ennrer, hid sasissiod her
in tor eedessour to wasps, but u the evideses Vag I
intufßolins ,to oosivisk s winded 431011, tbeeo
. .