, 1842-09-03
From the Sunday Mercury.
A SHORT PATENT SERMON,

- iAANo WIN ~ liS
foundation oil my present discourse;
The hoary fool who many days.
Has struggled with continual sorrow.
Htne"s his hopes, and blindIy lay,
The desperate bet upon Tomorrow.
My hearers-,he ignis fatuus, To
morrow instead of leading us nj of
! The swamps OF trouble, only involves
US IN further difficulties, and the more
we are guided by it the worse we are
on. Ii Is but the Sunlight of hope
gliding the horizon Of the future, which
recedes as we advance. and finally
ladies' INTO the doll realities of TO-DAY.
That delays are dangerous. aad that
PF"cra<tmat'on is the pilterer OF time,
YOU ilve all doubtless re I'd from
books and ascertained by experience:
and vet you Ga On standing stlll, and
weary yourselves in dong nothing
by the job, as though every object to
be accomplished had the innate facuI
~ OF wo:kln- lis " comp3etion.-
Ile golden eggs that lie in the nest
of Tomorrow, hatch nut Il very beau
tl'ul broom of anticipations, but more
thin halt Of them are sure 10 de. lust
as they begin 10 either. and feed up
on the green pastures of our bosomS.
Therefore, nv friends. place 10 con-
Rien c in the MORROW. Tia; which
IS 10 come Is no more yours. to a GER
t'In'y. than the offspring of an I'M
faithful wife. Three cents in the solid
currency OF to-day are preferable by
far TO three hundred in the shin plas-
ter promises If a precari ,us to-mor-
row-tnr the bank of the la,ter is but
4 brittle bubble that looks fascinating
at the fountain of the future, but
bursts aud disappears when tossed
upon the troubled waters of the pres
eut.
Ny dear friends.-that MN is a
fool who wastes his time in cndeav-
curing 10 lag silt on the tail of to.
morrow; for it is 4 shy bird. that sings
swceily in the distant groves, but
never was yet captured: and he too,
Is 4 hoary old fool whose DAYS aud
years have been spent in Il continued
,treggle with sorrow. and still de-
ponds on hope alone for release
Were he to grab the present hour by
the horns. and use every physical and
mental exertIon possible. he would
soon be liberated from thraldnm, and
have the felicity of knowledge that
he is the prncurer of his w peace,
and that industry has made him he
master over manifold mi>eries. New
Ell, my friends, venture rasl,lya bet
upon the color of the chameleon to-
morrow. 1t may exhibit bright and
dazzling hues in the distance, and yet
when approached. how often do they
change to duIInes>. You must be as
green as grasshoppers 10 suppose that
every star which gislens in the fiE-
mament of the future is plated with
silver. or that the rainbow cnlors Of
expectation are permanent and last
mn. Tie flowers that grow IN the
meadows of memory have n rerren-
NAL bloom. but those that bloom in
the garden oihope, for the most part,
squander their fragrance upon the
desert air OF idealItv, and then drOnr
to flourish no more. In a word, II
Won hi. k you can lie and o up
on the couch of carelessnesS. to-day.
in full confidence Of drawing an
abundance from the treasury 10 NOR
row., gu will be rs much mistaken as
the hoy was who underworld 10 light
4 cigar 10y the latter extremity OF a
fire fv.
Nv frionis--ihere ia an immensely
of wealth crowded in The narrow cir
Gle of ,-,dav. All beyond is a sterile
tract or country nvershadnwed by
the dark WINS of dhubt and uncer
tnin,y. The whole Of mans store Is
rent Up in the present moment; and
if this he ncelec ed, the thlevIng I'm
cers Of Time will pick away quarts OF
The seed. which, had it been sown in
season, nigh, have produced bushels.
Be up and doing, We lazy sons OF pro-
c~rasrination. Shake the SIN OF slug
cisbness from off your shoulders, and
die with diligence for the gems that
lie embedded deep in the bowels o!
human capacity. All that you get
~ .dav is sure gain. but that which
Won purchase of TO morrow will be
rnw comes rs empty as a tish's bIad-
der. while yesterday is aoslna'n'a,'ns
with a bag full OF those goinen "ppo,-
tuniries which you so heedlessly neg
lected. When ii does cone VIVA ~
i,e It's morning,-i.ss, s., n ,",d,v af :
highland it's nothing Ou. so,o' S, al.
Ter all. 1t is like all the o'her cay