Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1851-03-11

In winter, awful Thou with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest DER tempest rolrd.
Majestic darkness On the whiriwini's wing
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore
And humblest nature with Thy northern blast
THoMrsoS
Reader Is not our quotation a beautiful
description Of winter; and does not the de-
cline Of the year remind one of the breyity Of
time. and that soon. ahl4very soon. our
sands Of life may cease By tie msaastc Of
death?
When the past year dawned on Us. how
many who are now inmates Of the tomb, we're
full of health and Of life. buoyant with hcpe,
counting on long years Of pleasure here, and
quite UNFINISHED for the world to come !.
But alas! how changed The scene How un-
certain our transitory hold on existence, and
the ways Of Providence. do they rot appear
wonderful? us there any appointed time
to man on earth Are not lis days also
like the days Of an tirclingf
Time as it rapidly alides on to eternity is
ar emblam Of the swiftness Of human life,
bringing us nearer and still rearcr at each
succeeding hour to the goal Of our fondest
ambition. and to the grand climax of our
most cherished hopes.
5 The seasons as theycomo and 90 are Illus.
tratiye ofthe rapid and various changes Of
life, and should aptly remind us of that APP
preaching hour Of dissolution, Of that dread
moment when e8
"------------The frantic soul fstF
Raves round the walls of her clay tenement
Runs to each avenue, and sArieks for help !;
But shrieks in vain.
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In summer-the most beautiful of all
when nature, ever lovely, is clad in robes OF
granduer, and the birds with joyous hearts,
Overlooking with emotions of gratitude
which seek in vain 70. resting place in the
heart Of man. created in His image and nur.
tured by bis care--chant their Makers praise;
and the glorious orb Of day imparts holy
splendor toall around. lending as it were a
bright and hallowed cncLantincnt to the
scene, and most admirably and powerfully
proclaiming The hand that made us is di
vine, then it is, that we move on With our
ordinary duties. regardless that The time
must come. when the rose and the lily will
lose their freshness, the songsters cease then
charming melody, and the green fields for
sake their smiling aud cheering aspect to ar.
ray themselves in the uncomely par,iiture q
gloom. and to become covered and whitence
with snow.
The lilac bowers are tinged with red h.,
The yellow leaves profusely lying; 49,,
The flowers have dropp'd or droop their head
The latest of the train are dying fss'{F +
iark tits the voice of mate re cries.
shall pride and passion 'vanquish reason1
viii man be never never wise? -
Heaven is his home, and life a season ~
Yet a few days and that same sun whicl
we now behold may gid our tombs, or illun
Inc the path of those who follow our lifeles
remains to the final resting place of the dead
Reader Which of us is prepared for sucl
an event? Are you ready to set out on tha
journey from whence there can be noreturn
Hast so lived as to meet death with tha
calm composnre which should ever wait
readiness of it's approach? Hast tear o
pity, and hand open as day to melting
! charity = Hast communed with God above
and orayed pardon for past transgressions
If not, ali! remember THE ROLLING YEA
will soon be lost in the revolution of time
and you. perhaps beyond its influence. III
well to be ready when, called on to pass th
sphere Of action, and to yield UP life ten
porary lite-without murmur or a groar
for,
~ sfr,e lisa meteor in the sky; .,ts