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WfitlnHg 9 Thomas NJ oure esurs aa f1lows.--.
M hon / remember oil
The friends so linked together.
= I've seen around me fall
Like leaves IN wintry weather,
9vsses j feel Ike one
Who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted
Whose lights are fed,
Whose RarIandss dead.
And all but He deserted!
Ny hearefs---when, with the telescope o.
Memory, we take survey oil the scenes ol
our childhood, and endeavor to look alor the
companions Of our youth, once 50 firmly knit
together by the needles of friendship and see
how sadly Time has unravelled the whole
beautiful fabric, we cannot but feel as wet
and soggy about the heart as q water-soaked
log. No matter how far away we may have
been borne upon the railroad car of Time, or
IN what ever remote parts we may be, Memory
viii stick as close to the home Of our child
hood and the companions of our youth, as
wool sticks to the sheep p-skin. It fills me with
the sour milk Of melancholy TO recall 10
mind the once bright chain Of former friends,
and TO reflect that | must now be numbered
among its broken Inks. feel, in truth, like
one who treads alone some banquet hall deser-
ted-whose lights are hed. whose garlands
are dead. whose corners are filed with spi-
ders' wehs-and where q few moaning half.
starved Echoes alone remain. You may let
the colt of fancy loose, and It viii gallop, kick
up its heels, and cut capefs all over the pas
lures Of ideality; but Memory trots as steadily
home to earlier scenes as stray sucking pig
TO tue SOW returning soons however, SICK,
pale tired and spirit worn.
NY hlends-call over the list of those who
joined you IN the sports of childhood, and see
how many respond TO the summons. Where
are theys Echo answers s'do7a'' k'ao TO-"
Aye they are among the missing. Some
q them are sleeping in their graves unmindful
OF tue jar and tumult OF aInoisy world min
ghng mortality with its mai i've Troublesome
nave wandered like stray lambs away from the
parental fold, and are scattered over the broad
Iace oitne earth. never more to meet again IN
me warm glow of youth, some, perchanee,
may CHING around those neglected bowers
winch they once built in friendship, love and
but the green wreaths ofchildhood
no longer are entwined upon their brOws, the
Iosts Z oi age are settling on their heads; and
ne'r nre OF youthful enthusiasm has long since
become extinct. For the most part, they are
'catlered hlther and thither and you can
loe eau tnem together any more than you
,ah go INTO the woods in November, and re-
'iace each fallen and wind-driven lea, upon its
'"n parent tree Separated, as we all are |
rom our former friends, our thoughts are often
''rrought to focus at that sgreenest spot on
uemorys waste where the happiest mo-
nents OF our lives were passed; land where |
WIN tne sllken net that Fancy knis, we drag |
acn otner IN to join Us i'll repetition ofthose |
nlidish sports, which crowned our earliest days |
'In ~ the dIadem of happiness.
11y dear bearers there is bewitchng
connected with early associa-
ons. that is difficult to overcome. Images of
pc past dressed in lovely, and yet soul-sad-
,Gnlng habIiments, will rise rp before US IN
linost every step we take on our journeys to
1e !7 tomo. While we sigh over the sepulchre
Oy- -goneJoYs, and mourn for the loss of ab-
cut irieAds, We feel for the moment as though
~ surIs OF sorrow were about to sweep over
: &c SOUL and carry away our strongest bulwarks
corstian fcrtitude; and then we eat, drink,
'sk and froilc with our companions PRO TEN as
lougn we had mono to rememher, or to be
:, ,'neHDreed by. This is curious world IN
nich We I've; aud yet, If had the power and
le privilege, doubt whether / could manu-
cture letter one, it is world full of vIcissi-
lne' VIiiany and variation. The scenes that
;curred yesterday do not haPPru tU.day; ana
hat happens to day can never take place to-
orrow. What is past is past-what Is pre-
1T we reaiiZe-and, what is to come MUST
ome. Therefore, repine, ye, not for former =
Us, now forever swallowed in the vortex of !,
We, not that old associates have !
andered away from the, fold Of paternal friend
up, because all these things must be. To n
INK otherwise, you might as well suppose n
at you can 60 aboard ola steam boat hereat +,
YORK, and arrive in Boston, without leav-
Hell Gate or Buttermilk Channel behind a
ou- Time unsodders the frmest fastenings +
affection. When [ consider how many .
Tetty girls have loved with sperfect loose
ess, and reflect upon what a splendid chance .
had Tor either or the othtr of them, feel as !,
| hadn't done any good, p myself, and to the
male sex IN general utshank heaven! there
|. time enough yet; and although my fourth or L
fth love may not be equal ii caloric to the first
Ill there is just heat enoufh left IN the oven
my bosom to take without burning, connubi
lily speaking. First love, former friendship
nd future glory are all tehpercd BY time. Il G
he day win shortly come, when most or all !
fyou; my young friends vii look back upon
ne original objects of your Elections, and the r
ACS AAt~AOS tUoS iOu N1otAAT OP0A LdtSAsS hi
wan and melancholy visio and full as ifyou u
'od salone some banquet ha deserted. e,
My friends-wasve not -FOUR tears around :,
1e monuments of the past, nor gather fuel e
ON the uncertain future 10 hild brushwood n
re of enthusiasm upon the aItrs your hearts
Ut provide for the present Those compan-
us of old who have been compelled to forsake az az
n never again participate Sith you in the pl
ch enloymens OF youth, ari as for relying - -
Don the future TO bring yor1new and more q
sloved associates, you mlghts well depend T.
1on PRAYER for a pocket full IF eagles. Be ~ ~
,ntented with your lots--lead poral and in- =, u,
,strious Iivea-dwel neither upon Ihe past tnor s"'
j future, but push ahead for tb-dass and you q
FL soon find that you are not quite Alch mis- -
able nortals as you might mike Yourselves.
) mote it be! In
AN EAGLE SHOT
The editor of the PittsbnSg Chronicle, has
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