The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1844-11-28
TIE TIME TO DIE.

positio6 BY The TfhAses ottbg Albany Female Acad
envy, at their last annual eIaTniralionl
s's as TaE TIME TO DIE
pY MISS MARTHA A. wIsvALL OF albany.
Il was winter. Before a cheerful fire sat an aged
nan In lonely meditation The curtains fell in heavy
iods to ihe door casting an air Of comioi over III
room, excluding The piercing ecld Yet itemOr pass
I'd over the frame OF the old man, the Storm without
fell upon his ear al am thankful have shelter on
uch night This, said he, drawing his easy chaiI
nearer TO the fire :sn Wo To the wretch that roam,
broad In such storm p then musihg Ior some time
ne began pacing The room and eter aud anon Pausins
deep thought, which at length found expression
(" Death is fearful thing TO contemplate at any time
1ut m such season as this mehnrs would struggle
hard forli be placed deep in the cold and iozer
earh no. she herself seems osrve 10 prevent The act
md winds her robe of snow over her breast 10 preve
adBiuance within her bos6m When die, may it be
in the bright and joyous spring time, when alnature is
fresh and gray.-But bark surelyI did not hear
knock, for who would venture out on such nightT
and opening lhe door, be saw before him young girl
who begged for shelter in accenso excite pity in the
hardest heart The appeal was enough for the kind
gave her aseat near the re and tried to revive hel
,lrooping frame Alter she had so far recovered as
answer bis Inquiries, she told him she was lonely
creature with no friend in The world; she had roameo
about from place to place living on chariy she has
never known father, or mother, or relative.
The old man sill dwelling upen The subject which
had fop some time occupied him, asked her III death
would not he welcome messenger 10 her, would she
not be willing to die anG be atrest2
"Oh, ask ne not to give up my fe, it is sometimes
bright and Joyous. In the lovely summer, the flowers
are my friends the birds speak to me from the trees
and The bee winds his tiny horn for me- and then wan
der forth 10 the green woods and life is all sweetness
Obi no. youth is no time TO dier''
Wears roledo thesprng appeared gradually brighl
the brsr eoiced every bough and all nature smiled
TO welcome the bl,he Goddess of Spring. But The old
man had found new ties 10 bind him to the earth the
houseless one was row as daughter to him; his in
teres in her was TOO strong bond to be easily hrok
en Ii was hard to leave lhe world as in The cold
land dreay winer age seemdd to strengthen the love ol
life alhoueh youth was withered and nature dying,
Eyet . life lie only was his DESIRE" a1
| Sprny passed, and Summer with It's mild and balmy
air visited the earth; the maiden smiled in gladness
hear and the old reoced in her happiness, for
she threw bliss and joy around herhappy laugh runs
np m his ear in wild and merry peals as she watched
the flight of the gay butterfly and her sweet song arose
upon the air as she tended her birds and watched The
openiug Of each budto the light. Time flew swiftly
by vet the old man and The maiden were as fondy al
,ached to the earth as in is Spring time. Death
gained new horrors as the seasons advanced; thei'
Esummer paths were strewn with flowers 81 1t was nc
time to die" q 'ir
+ Autumn, with its purple grape and downy peach
and pleasant nutng time, took the place of summer
and brought with iI the ghness and joyousness OF COO
air and freedom Of the oppressive heat tie little madeI
ripped through the dry leaves and chased The squire
with almost its own swifness; then throwing bacl
her sunny curs she bounded the side OF the old man
as he sat unler the vines at his door making glad hi
eyes with her bright and happy face, and his hear
grew Young again in her lightsome joyous irth ;botl
little thought of Death The earth had clothed her
self in rebe of brown and dry leaves, and hid hersel
from the eye of man--she seemed not to wish for hu
man company in this het!time Of change. M
Winter again returned; again we see the old mar
sitting in his easy chair before the brghtan CLOWN;
fire but he is not the solitary bring that he was before
tor beside him is one in the first blush o! yonth ant
grace she is no longer the gay noisy chd she is nj
less lovely, no less happy but deeper thought steal
over her face, and heavenly radiance sits upon he
features, as she bends over the book from which, in
cents OF deepreveence, she reads the word OF God tt
| the old man: = g it.t 81 Il z.Ft'} 49, ....
What think they now of death Z The faces Of boil
look more restrained the Holy Spirit sheds its light up
on the way that leadeth to the grave noonger seem
dark and lonely The old man received the hsaFeD
guest nlo heart which had always been the residenc
Of kindness and Of charity The maiden now droope
Idaiy, but she no onger.hought hardio give uPkfs
nd when ihe cold blast swept over the earth, and tn
robe of snow envelpped it, with robes no less white sh
was received into its bosom, Then asked the OIL
lman, when is The time to die :" e..... ID. 4.
| "a holy calm was on his brow -..~ ,-.
r. And peaceful wac ti' breath; ..,...,.
| as5 And sweesly DER bis features stole ,,3
| Bee A smile, a lCok divine;a asa s.. 80
! He spoke the language of his SOUL ..4
,-,.a,- : My masters time isminep F."
THE HUMAN VoIUk There is something very a,
surfing III tie. gay ZONES Dc The human voice TIE
seem inthe hour Of despondency ann gloom, to assuf
as that all Is not sadness in The World that there
truly such thing as no; e; thatthere are moments {
enjoyment, and mat the heart is not aogetheriorbidde
to be happy; all matters upon which we enleral
any doubts when The clouds OF sorrow first la! upo
US, and hides the brighter hirgs Of life from ourfyt