Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-07-30

".Sic Transit Gloria IMlnd%-(Thus pass
es away the glory of the WORLDLY
Life has its days of innocency and pure
enjoyment-wild and extravagant enjoyments,
but chsste and extatc. 1t has its hours of
romance and poetry--hours in which we glide
smoothly and rapidly along, on halcyon wings
of rainbow hue, onward towards our infinite
and Eternal Home. Such are the days and
hours we spend with the friends of our child
hood and youth Such days we have had
Among the friends of those departed days of
unalloyed happiness, was one who was 40
Bile, talented, great-hearted boy. He was the
very image OF health and strengthen sym
metry as perfect and as beautiful as the stat
ue Of Apollo. Never did any boy give fairer
promise of becoming one of the most brilliant
stars in the galaxy Of fame, and Of his Coun-
trys glory. He was the intimate-one of the
dearest friends-of our youth. We were joy
Gus schoolboys together. We were merry
light-hearted playfellows together. Many
golden hours-bright as the dreams of "the
better land"-we whiled away together
But,
"There is no union here OF hearts,
That finds not here an end"
We parted. Time-years sped rapidly
away. We met. The noble boy bad grown
to nobler man. He had graduated at one
of our best Eastern Colleges, and borne away
in triumph its highest honors.
During this short meeting--our last meet
ing-we were sitting one sunny day beneath
the spacious shade of great old oak, talking
of
eth, smiles, the tears Of boyhood years,
The words OF love then spoken;
The eyes that shone now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now brOken,"-
When in the course of our conversation we
alluded 10 an old chum of ours, whom we
both loved with brothers love, vino was
then dead and in a drunk ards grave, he ex-
claimed, looking steadfast into little brook
that went dancing and sparkling along atthe
foot of the little hill on which we sat, "sic tran
81 gloria mundi." "How like God" be
continued, ais noble man. yet how easy
tempted to turn away ard leave the road to
honor and his native heaven" All how pro-
phetic of his own sad fate
Again we parted-parted for the last time
parted to meet no more on this side of the
"dark cold river" Never shall we forget the
morning of our fnal separation. 1t seems but
yester morn since taking US warmly by the
hand he said rather playfully though sadly,
in one of the most melodious tones of his mu-
sical voice; Farewell my dear old friend,
may heaven take liking for you" -Four
years passed away; and in the mean time our
friend had passed through all the stages Of the
occasional drnker, the moderate drinker, the
fashionable drinker, the habitual drinker, the
fashionable drunkard, the doggery drunkart
and was dead. He died far from the home
and the friends of his youth. As he lay OF
the pavement in one of the streets Of the Ci
ty of P, drunk-dead drunk, he exclaim
ed in feeble inarticulate voice, "This is the
end of the moderate drinker--sic transit glo
ria mundi," and his lips were still-his hear
was still-he was dead All. yes. "this is thu
end of the moderate drinker-thus passes a
way the glory of the world" Young man
beware; take not the first steps, there is tn
fatal error. Remember that "a man witt
the talents of an angel may yet be a fool,
and fall.