Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1855-04-05


dental aspirations are about on the same foot
C- The Laporte Republicans Times comes
to us now, as interesting and enchanting as
memory
The pleasures that waited life's merry mom,''
and bringing wildly before the mind the
faithful friends of another happy home.
The Times, as we have already noticed,
is conducted by DIR. o. EvERTs, who is one of
the best writers in the State. The number
before us has the following article from his
pen, which, as a literary production, is quite
beautiful:
A FAILURE" Ny life has been failure"
said the unfortunate young Poet, North,
short time before he swallowed the fatal
draught which terminated his career on earth,
few days since, in the city of New York.
Nv life has been failure think of it
How sad the rehecton-and vet how few of
us can look back to the starting point ofyouth
reviewing our born capacities our opportuni-
ties the promptings of our own self-consci-
ousness-beholding in clear light the prom
ises which we made to ourselves and TO the
world, and the promises which the world made
to us through its appearances-how few OF us
can answer for ourselves, that ours has not
also been a failure How is it with You, my
friend, who started up the hill of science, with
your hopeful eve forever fixed upon the glow
/ ing temple at the top where Fame stood be-
/ coning-Vou who entered the broad fields of
a profession, promising to adom 1t with your
life, and it promising you honor and renown
how is with you, Brother? Fatigued and
/ disappointed-bu a little way advanced
compelled to turn aside and supply the wants
of poor organic characterization paraliZed
/ by incumbent needs, and the promises of
youth the syren's song, turned into mockery
by the cold realities which glare upon you
from the wavside of your life-the gray hairs
prematurely sprinkling your temples, without
hope, save to struggle on your time out, and
then die-does your life not smack to you
somewhat of failure
And you, my dear sir, who have been toll
ing for half lifetime for the "bauble, repu-
tation "-treading with wary steps the treach-
erous ways of Politics-fathoming to youl
arm pits, if not sometimes clear under, out OF
the sight Of angels, the quagmires of public
/ depravity, and endeavoring to shun the ever
varying quicksands of public sentimental
ter long process of hardening up"-by
virtue of no merit of your own, but circum-
stances fortuitous in their nature, you find
yourself elevated to that pinnacle which evei
t----.f4tifed, and seemed the consummation Of
all human attainment fares it with youi
Are you not in company with i" blackguards
and doughfaces" and designing hypocrites
e. l. -.,-t,,y.
Do not "mean men get Office % Such al
least are some of your companions-and they
have accomplished all that you can boast of
Are you rewarded? Is not such life fail.
IRE?
And YOU madam-once so beautiful p
redOlent of health, and full of rich, warm af
lection loving, hopeful, trusting-your steps
elastic, and your spirits buoyant-admired
courted, won! with all the promises of futur,
bliss which so enchant the heart, and lead III
On-what now? Do we not read it in thost
} hollow eyes-in that voice depressed-
heavy, almost fainting STEP and those deeI
wrinkles on that sallow brow? Are these
not capitals, staring out from underneath
those long-neglected curls-from those wan
cheeks, and pale lips, blanched with pain anc
sorrow? Is there not a strange whisper eve
murmuring i'm your ear, "my life hes been
failure 2"
Such, indeed, would be the experience o
too many of us, were we to stop and calmly
survey our history and were this life all
were there no promises beyond-no other OBJ
jects in our creation, than what are realized il
this life struggle-no other hope, than tina
l which lures toward fame, glory or gold-n'
; other loves than those which too often van
r ish, or deceive, our lives indeed, all our lives
, would be no more nor less than hooking fail
t ures
, But none may know Of this life whether i
, be, or not, a failure There is great beyond
An everlasting onward A perpetual life o
4 which we know so little, and vet know it IS
We did not plan our own existence We die
not altogether plan the features of our preSen
xperiences,-neither know we all the gooC
or evil, of our sufferances our joys, or on
life trials
, Let us not then be too hasty i'm our iudg
ment-tOo limited in our observation, or 20,
= = narrow in our conceptions of the grand sum o
human life-counting by celestial cycles, b.
DAYS and years, that which knows no time
!, limit or extension, but is forever! And if thi
life, this transition state, out of which we shall
, be "bon again. fails to satisfy the anticica
tions ofour youth--the ideal ofour manhood, o
! even the matter-of-fact experiences of other
more seeming foriunate-wait little; by an,
by will come a revelation, and we may lear
that out of our life failures-here, has come
knowledge Of infinite valuablenesS, and tina
- Not in vain
= We the sandal shoon and scaoped SHE'LL
: making what seemed to MS a dreary pilgrim
4 age.
5 THE New RUSSIAN MINISTER OF WAR;
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