Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1844-01-18
g9sliSteCCd1eonS.
DISAPPOINTED HOPES,

| Ply teniOld more time in wishing for what
we have not, than enjoying that which we
have. When we once offer up praise for
benefits received, we twenty times petit
ton the Father of mercles to add TO The
number of gifts he already has bestowed.
There is restless discontent that seems
to cling to US like leprosy. Give child
an apple in each hand, and he will want
the one that remains on the table and
give man thousands of gold and silver,
and tens of thousands will become the OBJ
ject Of his desires. Experience warrants
the belief, that the possession OF Europe
and Asia would excite yearning IN our
hearts for Africa and America and that
If to those the moon could be added, we
should never rest in peace until we had
obtained the sun.
As it was IN our childhood and youth,
so has it been in our manhood. Object
after object has been attained with no bet
ter success. AS he who picks up shells
on the sea shore always has one prelera-
BILE in his eye than in his hand so we ev-
er hope to add to our happiness by some
new acquisition, Tits is the case not
with one only, but with all.
We have never yet attained one earthly
advantage that has given US more than
temporary joy. We have never gained
aught that has satisfied our desires. Is
this your experience? know il is. Its
mine. 1t is the experience Of US ALL
We have all blown our bubbles, aud ran
after butterflies, in our childko God, or youth
and our manhood. The bubble has burst,
and the caught butterfly has been crush
ed, not yielding US half the satisfaction
that they did when in the air.
Who is there among Us who can look
back through the vista of three score
years, without wondering that, being so
frequently deceived, he could so conf
IDENTIFY trust the empty promise Of future
joy? Il is in vain we try 10 deceive our
selves
Fortune may favor, fancy may beguile,
| Hope wave her golden wings, and sweetly smilt
But sad Experience, with a brow o'ercast,
Signing with grief, and pointing 20 the past,
Whispers, the fair Illusion to destroy,
That soy unclouded is not earthly joy"
When we were young, there was some
excuse for US but what excuse have we
now speak to those who have gray
hairs on their heads; and TO those who
have no hair at all.
The homely sdage tells US that cold
birds are not caught with chalT." | this
be true, old birds are riser than oil men
Shame upon US; but we are continuity
forgetting III cool gifts Of God, and pur-
suing objects which are no better Than
chat when they are attained.
Girls BEWARE A late writer has
torclbly and truly said, in ference to tn
holy union OF the sexes, that 1t is a fear
tul sight TO see young con6ding girl,
/ approach the alter with me who loves to
inger round the wine-cup. He mag pass
unscathed through the fiery ordeal, and
the bright hopes OF the bride naav ripen
into fruition. But, fair reader, let not
the splendors Of wealth, nor the allure
ments Of pleasure, nor the promised tri
umphs of ambition, tempt you to a risk so
fraught with DANCE to all you hold dear.
Honest industry, joined with temperance,
may carve a fortune, and all that amb-
ton should covet; but wealth, talents,
fame, can never gid the drunkard's home,
nor soolhe the sorrows of drunkard's
wife.
TIE LAST MILLER SroRY.--A matter
Of fact old Gentleman in New England,
whose wife was thorough. going 'Des-
tructionist, was awakened out OF sleep by
his rib, one cold and stormy March night
WITH
Husband did you hear that noise .
It's the Gabriel coming It's the sound
of his chariot wheels"
ooh psha you old fool = replied the
good man do you 'spose Gabriel ssuch
an ass as to come on wheehs in such good
SFeighing as this tell you It's the wind
and go to sleep'
CArEcHIsM. Whit are the waps to
Providence, y saba Sunday School Teach.
er in this city 10 little boy in his class
the other day.
Railroad 10 Boston and Steamboat to
/ New York, " answered the urchin.