The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-02-12
From the Sunday Me7 cary.
SHORT PATENT SERMON

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Somebody has sent me the following
text, with a request that | would hold
forth thereon:-
Women, like men, must fade away,
| Their teeth fall ont, their hair decay;
Yet, while they draw the vital gale,
'Tis strange their tongues will never fail.
My hearers-Every thing that we see
around us is subject to decay. Decay
that sorrowful word is written upon the
brows Of the everlas ting hills themselves.
The sun, the moon. the stars and the
planets, must all perish when time shall
have ended his career, and chaos comes
again to upset the broad platter Of con-
fusion IN the lap of eternity. The day
must come when the vast universe must
melt and dissolve like lump ofsugar in
cup of hot coffee; and some that inhabit
it at the time will, no doubt, receive such
an electrict shock as must induce them to
search the dark corners Of Tophet for
their toe-nals.
My dear friends-we all see that what
ever appertans to earth is doomed to
perish that the pret,iest plants of spring
do but bud and blossom in summer to de-
cay in autumn and die in winter; ami
that man, in whose insignificant skill is
rolled up the extensive chair of reason
and of thought, is destined to become
prey to that insatiate monster, Death
We see that the lCveliest and the most
beautiful objects of earth are dying daily
around US. Proud, naughty noble Man,
bends his stiff neck to the yoke of time,
and finally falls, as fraiI flower that falls
beneath the Irosts of chill Noyember-
If man then cannot breast the ever rush
ing tide of years without having hi: con-
stitution undermined, and eventually his
whole underpinning swept away; how
can we expect that acomai-tender, deli
cate woman, whose cheek the pure at
mosphere Of Heaven itself will stain, and
whose skin is furnished by almost the
mere sound of the word corruption
how can we expect, ask, that she should
bear the bcatings aud buGctings of Times
tempests, SO well as we, rock ribbed, i
ron-bound, yet weak and indefensible
sons of sin, and subjects of Death and
the devil.
My friends-perhaps you may all have
observed that the fairest is the sooner to
fade; (you need not look particularly at
me and my faded locks and it is for this
reason that women wilt and wither in
the summer of life's seasons, while the
men bear up beneath adverse storms, like
a bunch Of burdocs behind barn yard
wall. Yes, my friends, women like wine,
may grow better as they grow older, but
their beauty evaporates like the morning
dew, and ascends, suppose, to heaven,
where the soul will stand a chance to re-
claim it at the day of general reckoning.
The picture of beautiful, innocent;
seraph like little girl, becomes so soon
blurred and blotted by time, that ] cannot
look at it without feeling a mixture of
sorrow and regret that decay has so sarly
doomed it to destruction. behold her,
as it were to-day, in all the beauty, splen-
dor, joy and glory of youth-her cheeks
tinted with the carmine glow of health
and loveliness-her dark eyes flashing in
the morning sunlight of love-her raven
tressess dangling upon bosom of snow
that conceals a heart in which the bios
SONS of virtue are in their fullest bloom
land tomorrow perhaps | may see her
as destitute of every attraction as a lilac
in winter. Her teeth may have taken
possession of another world while the
rest Of her carcass looks as though it
wanted to 60 and couldn't. Time has
ploughcd deep burrows on her brow
tears of sorrow may have worn cutters on
her chin-her beautiful locks may have
been scattered to the winds or exchang ed
for others which perhaps have been pill
fered from some tenant of the tomb, and
that tempting mouth through which once
passed the fragrant breeze of love, may APP
pear as uncouth as knot-hole in hick-
DRY stump.
Yes. my dear friends-women7 must
decay as well as every. thing else that Is
perishable; but it is astonishing to me
that while their physical and consequent
ly their mental faculties are SO rapidly
; decaying that their tongues hold out so
well as they do. suppose the reason
why their oral clappers do not cease to
operate sooner, is because they never have
been allowed to grow rusty for the want
of use; for women's tongues, like misers'
keys are always kept bright by employ
ment and are never permitted to get out