Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1854-08-04
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II was arematt made BY Napoleon after bic ex.
10, that no would live only uponthe Phss. That
Imishlywaftiof, Who N the days OF prosperity sun
looked forward with aniicipaiions Of more power
| and more glory was, when misfortune overlook
Thin, content, he said, to think only Of the event,
iul past. But lie found that the sssIless spirit oil
man wonld look forward 10 otherscenss IN the aim
vista Of the futureD and the experience Of every
proves that itisequHlly difficult iot the mind
of man to forget The pas and i've upon its pIessnS
enloyments, and its hopes future ones. ltwllls
wing It's digit back 70 tcenss Of byesg gone years.
end dwell upon some happy l6ne-4i that IKE lone
st0r whichlooks between dark clouds, shining the
more bright and glorious (fali che daEknssss and
gloom which spHopndit ~ q
Hownhl6hi ID fol US tobHng TO on teepllee-
tons, those quiet seems, those happy ~
through which we have passed In our early years.
before We knew what Il was 10 sin and 10 suier,--
How oftsn,ws call up In our minds, outiold
and our happy home Iwet eeour dearold mother
--oprfsteTn, yet kihd, old father And with fsliqt
10y do We enter lhe old sIool house, hallowed by
the dearest assooaI ions OF our ayonthi here We
see the same tow hsadsd boys the same btight-s
eyed, rosy.cheeked little girls, seated upon the
same old brown ,bsnchej. hear the dtowsy
hum Of their voices as they are bending oyetther
lessonsTrwes the bald Ihealed old scfcclmasten
silly looking oyer his srectactes attll9t mlschiey-
Gus little boy In The corner -but alas those hop.
pysdRys ate gone. AhdWe may ask, where now
are thosetow headed boys, those brght-eyed little
glrisH Some II them ore gown up men and woe
men; and like us, buGetinE The storms Of lite.-
olhep Of them are sleeping quietly enough be.
meath the oods OF Tile valley, free ftom tie cares
and anxietles Of a rude yWollls SKI
The doctrihso compensation is cheering one,
The prisoner in his lone and dteary cell, when he
thinks Of IL feels thrill Of pleasure dart through
his fame he feels himself once more at liberty 10
follow the feetng shadows Of this world, Hs
thinks that although the past has been to him but
a scene of wretchedless and woe, there must yet
be Joy instore. The groansof that pale and was
ted form are hushedi and oil that ale "weaTy and
heavy laden" are cheeTed by the consoling belief,
that tile measure oftheit woe is well nigh full.
that they must Of anecesslty, yet enjoy what 9th.
ers haze enjoyed, The wise design " the beneyo.
lent Deity 10 no where more apparent than In this
particular. FoI hc@ few there are who would be
willing 10 liyeoSes tleit liSes-to pass through The
same moments Of Burning shame and deep regret.
Yet allthese rush to live on, buoyed up BY the
hope that brighter days will yet dawn upon the
horizon Of their lives. What would this life be
worth II we could, and would Judge only Of The
future by The pas,l Dteary Indeed is The soul Of
man that can soy, w.
mo moro with Hope the lllue learns, t,.7
My days ofharpineSs are few, isht5 81.
Chilled by misrortunes wlntrY blast. re" 'i
Ny dawn dflife oy6ttAst.a pilf3t
Love, Hope, and Joyalike adleul
Would that could add remembrance tool"
but when we think that II so very much Of happi
ness is gone never never, 10 return, there IS much
lef US yeti, And when we know that "lhereis,
divinity That shSpesoute ends, roul h bew themh how
we VIM we are disposed TO forget the bitterness
Of thepu and liveon in cOntentment.
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