The Panola lynx. (Panola, Mi. [i.e. Miss.]) 1845-1846, 1845-12-13

The Southern mail failed on Thurs
day night, from the South, by reason
whereof we are left entirely without
news Of any kind.
CoNGREss-To day we expect the
Presidents Message. What it will re-
commend we know not. We hope,
however that President Polk will not
enter rashly into any Of the schemes of
violent partisans, and recommend The
Obstruction Of whig policy now in
operation. He has much to loose and
much to gain, and it all depends upon
his prudence.
Oregon, Texas, and tho Tariff will
occupy most Of the Message.
Winter is upon US again with head
Of snow and beard rafting with icicIes.
careering among us. The oldest set
tiers in this community say, they have
never witnessed as tight weather here
before, and Judging from the accounts
we have seen Of blew looking devils,
who's vocation is to handle types aud
do errends, we are incidentally forced
to the conclusion that other portions Of
the wide universe Of North Mississippi
are suffering as we'll as ourselves. But
serlously y, it is very cold-and keeps a
getting colder ard oh how we do pity
those poor wretches who haven't any
pockets TO put their hands in, but our
pity is still more due 10 those unrortun-
ate wre;ches who have pockets, and
nothing but their hands to put in them.
Last summer, (and it only seems a few
days ago. when we were snuffing dis
ease IN every gale that blew, oh how we
painted for the bleak winds that now
rage so furiously around us! MANY
weary heart lhrobbod with increased
vigor, as the idea Of snow and driving
sleet occurred TO the mind, bowed with
melancholy as it was. In the grisly
.
front of winter it saw the best panacea
for broken down constitution, and all
the ills attendant upon a long and ap-
preSsIve summer. Some lived on 10
witness this bracing weather and feel
new life blooming in them; but Oh how
many, even when hope seemed to pro
mise a speedy restoration TO health nd
happiness, when they should again
mingIe with dear friends, and engage
in the active pursuits of life, bowed
their heads in despair and faded away
from the world forever!
In youth years seem to roll too slow,
ly-the buoyant heart throbs for change
and new delights-but in after years
when thrown upon the broad platform
Of the world TO do or die, we scarce
feel one change before an other is upon
US. The old year is almost wound up,
and its history will be recorded by that
infaliible pen which writes but neveI
cGdSGS. IlOW HUGH VISIT nave we
grown?-how much better have We
grown? Are there bright spots on the
dim scrowl Of the past, that will shin'
down the pathway ofy years and gladdel
us with their distant and still recedin.
glow?-Or have we perverted the objec
OF our presence here, and left our deed
10 rise up as black monuments to GU
depravity, casting shadow upon on
history, and rendering more rugge
the pathway OF others? We ought not {
forget that whatever is past is lost. w
may grieve and lament over our follies
but i; will never change them into &C,
Of wisdom. The only way to counter
act former folIies, is to throw a heav,
preponderance on the side of rectitude
and the only way TO be happy is to min
your own business, and let that Of 9th
er people alone.