Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1855-04-26
From the Laporte Times.
4 E7nsss-rC.


My life has been failure" said the
unfortunate young poet. North, a short
time before he swallowed the fatai draught
which terminated his career on earth, a
few days since in the CITY Of New York.
Ny life has been failure! think Of it
How cad the refection-anl yet how
few of US c. lock back TO the starting
point OF youth, reviewing onr-boTn ca
pacities; our opportunities; the prompt
ings O! our self conciousnesS-be hOld.ng
/ in clear light the pioms SOS which we
made 10 ourselves and to the word ond
the promises which the world made
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 pp tho hill
Of science. with your hopeful eye forever
fixed upon the glowing tie n Pic at tie top
where Fam5 stood oechoning--yuu who
entered the broad fields OF profession,
promising to adorn itwith your life. aud
I il promising you honor and reaQwn-how
is it with you brother7 Fatigued and dis
appointed--but little way advanced
compelled to turn os;de an supply the
wants OF poor organic nature--am5ition
paralyzed by incumbent needs, and the
promises of youth, the syfeu's song.
turned into mockery BY the cold realizes
which glare upon You from the waysice
of your liie--,bc gray hairs prematuIely
sprinkiing your temples. without hope,
save TO struggle on your time out, and
then die--does not your life smack some
V hat Of fsilurc?
/ And you my dear sir, who have been
I ;oiling for half life. time foE the "bau-
Bile, reputation threading with wary
steps the treacherous ways Uf Politics.
falhoming. to your arm pits. if not clear
under, out of the sight OF angels, the
quagmire of public depraviiy, and en-
deavering TO shun the ever vavYing quick
sands Of public seniiment--slier a long
+ process of hardening up'-by virtue OF
no merit Of your own, but circumstances
/ lortuitous in their nature. ycu find your.
self eie va:ed to tina: pnnacls which ever
has allured, and seemed the consumaton
! Of human attainmeut--howf fares il with
/ you? Are you not in company with
'blackguards and dough faces and de
+ signing ypocrites?--men OF weak intel.
lect. and weaker virtue? DO not "mean
men get otlice?" Such, 4 least. arc
some of your compartments aud they
have accomplished all that son can boast
Of Are you rewarded, is not such life
failure?
And you. madam-once so beautiful
redolent Of health. and full of rich, warm
ailectis,'s, 49, ,.sssr,-=--s-.l-- 90
step elastic. and vOur spirits buoyant-ad
mired. courted, wonl with all the pro-
misses OF future bliss which so enchant
tie heart. and lead US on--what now
Do we not read it in those hollow eye:
ia that voice depres THAT heavy. aimos
fdintlng step. and those deep wrinkles OF
that sailow brow? Are not these capt.
ais. staring out from underneath these
long neglected curls from those wnr
cheeks, and pale lips. blanched with pair
and sorrow? Is there not strange wits
per ever murmuring in your ear, ''ml
life has been failure?'
Such. indeed, would be The experience
of too many of US. were we TO stop ant
calmly survey our history;-and were thi
life ail--were there no premises beyond
no other objects in our creation. thar
wha. are realized in this life s,ruggle--nc
other hope than that which lures toward
iome. glory or gold--no other loves than
those which too often vanish or deceive
our lives, indeed. all our lives. would b.
no more nor less than hooking failures
But none may know of this life wheth
er ii be or not. IA failure.--The-e is
great beyond, An ever lasting onward
\ perpetual life of which we know s,
little. and yet know il isl We did no
plan our own existence! We did no
, altogether plan the features of prsen
experiences, neither kaow We all the
good or evil, OF our sulerances, our joys
or our life trialsi
, Let US not then be too has.y in GU
Judgement limited in our conserva
, ton. or too narrow in our conceptions o
The grand sum Of human iife--coun;in
by celestial cycles. by days and by years
that which knows no time, limit or ex
tention, but is for everl And if this life
this transition state, out of which w
shall be "born again" fails to satisfy tn
anticipa tons Of our youth--ihe ideal o
our manhood, or even the matter-of-fac
F., experiences of others more seemin
fottunate-wait little; by and by vii
come revelation. and we may learn tina
, cut Of our life failures here, has come
knowledge Of infinite valuableness, an
that
ssNot in vain
5 We wore the sandal shoon and scallope
she'll -
making what seemed 10 US a drear
pilgrimage.
Irish HELP.-Why, Bridget. you bav
, baked this bread to a crisp. An sure, m
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