The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-01-09
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WEEKs PAss.-The eyes Of the young mother
are sparkling with hs7lihs and the rose blooms
again on her cheek, and ilie cares Of pleasure and
home angage her attention; and the father is once
more minelinq with ih9 world; yet they iind many
opportunities each day 70 visit the yoUng inheritor
Vi liie 10 Weteh over hls dfeamlees slumbeTs--to
trace each others looks il his eonnienance and IA
ponder upon The felicity, Of which he is the bearer
to them.
MoNrHs PAss.-The cradle Is deserted. Ri,
the chamber floor Is strewn with play things and
there is a little one ioitering among them whose
bali lisped words, and hearty laugh, and sunny
conntenance, ell you that The entrance OF life iB
over pathway Of flowers. The cradle Is empty,
hlit tie last prayers Of the parents are uttered over
the small crib which stands by their own bed side,
ana Their latest attention is given to the peaceful
breathing Of its occupant
YEARS PAss-Chdhood has strengthened into
boyhood; and boyhood has gamboled alone into
manhood. Old connections are broken--parenls
are sleeping in their graves, new iniimaeies are
formed--a new home IS about him new cares dis
tract hli, He S abroad struggling amid the busi-
ness Of life, or resting from il with those whom he
has chosen from his own generation. Time is be-
ginning to Wrinkle his forehead, and thought has
robbed bis looks Of their gayety and study has
dmmed his eyes. Those whe began life after lie
had grown up, are fast eroWding him out Of H. and
there are many claimants upon his industry and
love, for protection and support,
YEARS PAss.--His own children have become
men, and are quitting him. as lie also Quilted the
home Of his fathers His steps have lost their
eiastetiy--his hand has become familiar With his
cane, 70 which be IS obliged to trust in his walks.
lie has left the batils which faligued him He
looks aiziously in each days papers among The
deaths land then ponders over tie name Of an old
friend, and tries 70 persuade himself, that he IS
Younger, and stronger, and has better hold upon
iie than any Of his contemporaries.
MONTHS PAss-He gradually diminisbes she
circle ol bis activity. He dislikes to 20 abroad,
when he tinds 50 many new faces, and he grieves
70 meet his former Companions, after a short
ABSENCE they seem 10 have grown SO old and
.alfn Qmet enloyments only are relished--a
little conversation about old tmes-a sober game
at whist--a religious treatise on his earthly bed.
form for HIM the sum total Of his pleasures
WEEKs PAss.-Infrmty keeps him in his
chamber. His walks limited to the small space
between his easy chair and his bed His swollen
limbs are wrapped in fannels. His sight is falling
Ibis ears refuse their duty and his cup is but hall
filled, since, Otherwise, his shaking hand cannot
carry It to MS shrunken lips, without spilIing its
contents. His powers are weakened-.-his faenlties
are blunted his strength Is lost
DAYS PAss.-Ihe old man does not leave his
bed-ns memory Is failing-he talks but cannot
be understood-he asks questions, but they relate
to The transactions OF former generation-he
speaks Of occurrences, but the recollection Of no
one around him can 60 back to their scepes--hs
seems to commune with comrades, but when ne
names them, II IS found that the waters Of time
and oblivion have long covered their tonabs.
HoURs PAss.-rghe taper grows DINNER and
dimmer-the machinery moves yet more and more
slowly--the sands are fewer as they measure the
allotted sPan-the motion Of those above him IL
unheeded 70 become a vexatiog. Each inquiry
after his health is knel The rpTings Of lie can
no longer force on its wheels-ihe silver chord .
is fast untwisting- pitcher is broken al the
iountain-and time " is a burhen.' His children
are all about him, but he heeds fhrru nof-kis
friends are near, but be does not recognize them.
The circle is completed. The cousse Is run-and
utter weakness brings the cold damp which ushers
in the night Of death
MINUTES PAss.-dis breathing grows softer
and slower--his pulse beats fainter and feebler.
y hose around him are listening, but cannot tell
when they cease. The elnbers are burnt out. and
the blaze flashes not before it expires His thfee
score years and ten are numbered Human liie
is finished" New England Galaxy.