Eastern times., 1856-04-24

lneSe are tne words
wandered, morning, in youths early hours,
In garden all sparkling with dew-drops and flowers;
There was beauty and sweetness around and above,
And my wild heart throbbng with rapurous love.
paused meath a rose-tree, all blooming and fair,
To pluck bright bud to entwine in my hair,
J But cen as grasped off the frail spray,
Its bright petals misunderstanding away :"
My HEARERS In our daily walks, or
wherever we may happen to wander.-wheth-
er through crowded marts, over flowery fields,
or amid the gray old forests-we behold upon
every side a Thousand truthful emblems of the
frailty of all things pertaining to this transit
tory sphere yet their monition, 'here to-day
and gone tomorrow, is as little needed by US,
momentary monads, as a COW cares for the
warning notice at a railroad crossing-'Look
I Out For The Engine When The Bell Rings =
Evanescent mortals; all the furniture, fix
ings, utensils, and other moveables, animate
and inanimate, belonging to earth, may truly
be said TO be here to-day and gone to-mor-
visit TO the Atlantic States, it may just now
be said, they are gone to day, but here to-
morrow-for 'sartin.'
California-born Winter-grown old in his
boyhood-is now dragging his trail through
seas of mud towards premature grave. He
is passing away, while green-slippered Spring
comes tripping along, strewing garlands upon
the spots made desolate by his blighting tread.
Soon, the baby viole,s will open their little
blue eyes, and almost laugh aloud in their
grass-fringed cradles golden butter-cups will
spangle the dull pastures, and Joyous sister
hood of daisies dot the sunny hll-slopes. But
these. my friends, will all pass quickly away,
and summers bright roses bloom for awhile
upon their silent sepulchres. Anon, and the
downy ghost of the dandeion will be seen
sailing upon the balmy breeze adown the bios
SOM -garnished vale, admonshing the idle gaz-
er, tina, 'all things fair must fade,' and pass
! for ever away.
Passing awayr The flowers whisper it,
as they drop their bright petals and bow them
selves down to the dust. | see it, printed in
italics, wherever go. Even now, the last
run of herring proclaims it. Passing away y
mourntully sighs the night-wind, as it mopes
past the decaying Missions and dilapidated
homes of the good old Padres. Passing
away!' writes Time with his leaden pencil
upon the polished brow of Beauty. l behold
the ominous inscription engraved upon the up
pers Of my weather-battered boots, and mark
the same folded in every fuliginous wreath
that curls upward from my sermon-preaching
pipe,-then Fancy feels sick at the stomach,
and weary Hope contemplates hanging herself
in her garters.
Passing away passing away' is whis-
pered, written, proclaimed, shouted and sung
throughout the whole human empire but
you reckless, care-for-nothings, take no notice
Of the warning, as if you were rooted in an
everlasting soil and nourished by immortaliz-
ing dews, instead of as it were,
"Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade.n
My dear brethren. 'Lo, the poor Indian .
he is passing away at the ingress of superior
order of his fellow man, like winter fashions
at the dawn of spring. His council-fres are
growing dm-his war-whoop resounds with
but feeble echo-his earthly hunt is nearly
over-his pipe will soon be out-and the time
is not far distant, when he, the last Of his race
will lay him down TO die by this still wild Pa
cific shore. with his blanket for his shroud
and no kindred TO howl or let fall the sorrow
ing tear upon the spot where his bones lie
bleaching. Passing away, too, is the rem
nant of those iron-hooped souls, who so brave
ly weathered the memorable leaden storm o.
the Revolution, and afterwards seasoned theil
sun. Most of them are gone 10 where they
will never, never be called upon TO fight agar
for liberty, home, sweethearts and little ones
and now there are but precious 'few more lef
of the same sort,' to relate 10 listening grand
children the eye-peeing and skin-twitching
events of that blood despatched epoch. To
morrow's sun, as it were, will cast its colder
morning beams upon the new-made grave o
the last old soldier of the Revolution, who
when the war-tocsin first sounded in the streets
of Lexington, bucked on his knapsack, shoul
dered his musket, took pull at his canteen
and valiantly swore to
(" As victor exut or in death be laid low,
With his head to the field and his feet to the foe.n
Ay, passing away-passing away is this lit
tie purified patch of patriots, who are now al
gone to seed-ripe and white for the harvest
My friends turn back a few leaves in th'
book of Time, and read what has alread,
passed away. Where now are the marvel
ously expensive edfces of Solomon the great
-and where are the once distinguished inhab
iiants of Herculaneum, Pompeii, Nineveh
: Babylon, Palmyra, Tyre and Sidon. The.
have all emigrated to Eternity, while the won
derful monuments of their skill and ingenuity
! lie buried deep, deep beneath the dust of ages
And where are the once proud-spirited and in
telligent Aztecs, who reared their vast pyra
! mids upon the plains of Cholula, and accom-
J pished their architectural wonders, cycles be
fnre the foot of the r al Man rrassad the soi