The Winchester weekly appeal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1856-1856, 1856-12-05

dress. Thus it is in savage or civi
life. To no other tribunal can W,
look with certainty.
No man who has passed the middle
point Of life can sit down to feast uroy
the pleasures Of youth without having
the banquet embittered by the cup o
sorrow. He may revive the memory
Of many pleasing cXtravagancies, Oh
lucky accidents; many days Of harm
less frolic may occur, and many nights
of honest testivity, but sadness will
steal over The heart from the reflection
that they caa ncrer again be reali=ed on
eMrth, and can only live Us GASES in
memory's waste. 1t is a melancholy
reflection that 0ny object that once
gave US delight should depart forever.
As VIC pass ON through the journey OF
life, how often do we recall scenes
which are past, that are never
! 70 return,--but scenes on which re-
membrance will ever dwell with cx-
quiste fondncsS, because they bring
to recollection our juvenile associates,
their words, their thoughts, and the
many thrilling seasons Of pleasure we
enjoyed in their company. How Of
ten, too, arc we reminded Of the most
pure. genuine and disinterestcd ties OF
affection which have been severed by
time and distance!
II is seldom in age that we are per-
mittcd TO enjoy the society of those
who were the companions Of our
youthful days, to whom we were at
tached by all the congcniality Of feel
ing and sentiment. When we have
but Just arrived to the age Of maui
rity, in vain 60 we look around us for
Tic young associates Of our childhood,
---ior those blitlesomc young beings
who participated in our innocent
sports, and mingled in the rounds Of
our childish glcc. But no,D ! where
are they! They are either scattered
in countries distant and unknown TO
to US, or, more likely, have been Or
rested hy the cold hon9 Of death ! All!
where arc those TO whom we were
once bound by every tender feeling
thnt can link harmonious souls" to.
Gothor! They have passed from earth
never to be heard from more. How
melancholy how much to be regret
ed but how true the reflection and
how wise the dspensaton Where,
chen, is our consolation to come from !
10 what source are we to look for re-
consolation! In what direction shah
wc rcposc our confidence for contin.
nifty Of enjoymonts unsuIhed by dcpri-
vatons, unobstructed by difficulties, or
uninterrupted by any of the many evils
"to which flesh is heir!
1t is not on any locality of earth that
freencss from the ills and thousand in
lirmities that have ever attended on
the journey of mortality can be found;
nay, it can'aot be found in the midst Of
imperfcction, sorrows, distregses ard
Disappointment. Then we are OBJ
liged to borrow our enjoyments while |
on earth, from the time to COME
Such is the instability and imperlec-
tjon of all human happiness, that we
are obliged TO look 10 another and a
lovlicr world somewhere in the dis
lance for the full enjoyment Of our
fondest hopes.
By some it may not be thought wise
to call up the vague recoIlections of
pleasurable scenes of
youth, and many charms of earlier life,
because. say they, "there is no good
sense in brooding over scenes that
have been swept away in the advance
of time; but they are sadly mistaken,
for it is improving to look back occa-
slonaily on past joys,-to retrospect
our past lives,-to scan the deeds of
the past,-and if they have been vir-
tuous and good they will afford us
sweet dreams of joy, and give us con-
ISOLATION in the decline of life. But if
we have, on the other hand, strayed in