Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1846-09-12
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Long will this year be remembered as one
10 which Death has been busy in thinning the
population of our generally healthy region
How inscrutable are the secrets Of The king
of terrors! His legions Of diseases and acct.
dents Turk in ambuscade along all the paths
frequented by man. and none can tell who mex.
shall fall. Even the present s.ason Wisconsin
can scarcely be called sckly. Sticky! No
10 such places-aud there are many such in
the United Siates--whole families lie PROSTATE.
burning up with fever like funeral pile; the
doctors are sick and every body is sick
Where the fever and ague prevail. they act as
a safety valve to 10, of danger; Death gives
the inhabitants lease for a term Of years on
condition they will accommodate and lodge his
friend, the Ague, six months out of the twelve.
Bu, in the mines, diseases are as stout and reso.
Lutte as the constitutions with which they con-
tend. Like Hannibal, shut up in the enemy's
country, hey fgh, with the energy Of desper-
alton, and the presen. season they have
been victorious. visi, Lancaster, Cassville.
Prairie du Chen, and familiar faces, who were
almost necessary TO the identity Of the place,
are no more seen. 10 Prairie du Chen. DR..
Joseph Moore, Joseph Morell. Mr. Hendricks.
Mr.. Ezra Pel,On, and Dr. Day, no longer &C.
their par. 10 the hustle Of life. And, noiwiih'
standing our sympathy for those who are now
dying daily under tho guillotino Of the ballot
box, a stronger feeling prompts us to cast
last glance a, The fading forms of those who
have left "a forever We have buried them
on the shores Of the silent. mighty stream
down which We are floating. Soon we shall
take new tack, torn new angle, and their
graves, and the landscape around them, are
seen no more. The curren. Of time canno, be
nayiga,ed up,cards Who can ascend ils tide,
recall the friends Of his childhood, and com.
mence anew the voyage Of liiel And where
have those gone whose hearts danced so mer.
rily on tho stage of ilmel The great question
Of fuluri,y with them is solved. The partition
between the regions Of life and death is then
as gauas, ye, whose eye can pierce il; not
sound proceeds from the silent world 90 which
they have entered Can we doub, for mo-
men, that they exist II so, what are the
employments. the enjoyments Of lha, existence,
and wha, Ia the medium Of communication be.
tween them and the material world thou
sand enquiries Of This kind gather around the
momen, Of death, and give TO i, fearful inter.
es,. How grand the prospect--'he mis's and
fogs Of time clearing away. and the prospects
OF an endless future spread on, before Us, the
broad rollers Of eternity gently heaving al our
feel-wiih what exultaiion must the freed spl'ii
enter upon its new empirei E" To be or not to
be"-this Is the question, aud |, almost 'empis
a presump,ious curiosity TO force the gates OF
death, TO solve IL. Bot be patient. Time ~
nothing but series Of Impressions, flock Of
ideas, and when we pass score and halt Of
years, they fly like Indian arrows. The mo-
lion Of the sun. Of the seasons, Of the moon
encamping on the broad fields OF ether, impress
upon us consciousness OF Duration, much like
that Of space. Al fifty we feel we have ifav.
enod q 'iong distance from our cradles. But
what acceleraies lime when we commence the
deseen, Of life's hill, All old persons have
observed the fact; bu, what is its philosophy
Simply this. 10 childhood we receive more
pressions--impIession are the measure
:ime--and we have enhanced notions OF 1T
extent. The rafting Of buggy, the fitting
of a butterfly, excite the mind 10 look out Of it
windows TO gaze upon the passing pagean's o
the material world. Object after object samI
their images on the delighted reiina--,ho end
less array Of material things form in procession
and pass this gate OF the soul. and Time be
comes as long as the procession itself. II
after life we retire into ourselves. receive bu
few definite. powerful impressions, aud tint
steals away wiihou, notice. We become
creatures Of one idea--wealih. learning, fame
fas,en our attention. II in scyen days we d.
no, experience but the number Of impression;
we formerly did, in enc day, the consequence
is, ,ha, week Is shriveled into a day. ldeai
serve 10 mark the distance Of our steps. and Il
like mile stones. they become few and far be
tween. we measure a mite Of Time at every
stride we lake--ws could ouIily the arrow o
Death itself IL we could only tura and fuT
the other way,
THE ELEcTIoS.--We have received re-
turns from all the Precincts but three, Museo
day, Cenireville and Plsiieville, and SO close Il
the contest, that we cannot ascertain who viii
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