Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-01-02
OUR NEW A BOy

UUR NEW YEARS bOs
A happy, merry New Year, dear spirit
one and all. Christmas, 18th Its II
festivities and pleasures, has goneand we !
greet you on this New Years mn with i
hearty congratulations, and wishesr your Q
health and prosperity. After a briGecrea- I
ton from the labOrious duties Of anditor's
life, we are again seated in our pctum, g
with joyous heart and happy 81, lady to /
cater to your pleasure and edificati IL Long I
and intimate has been our acquaihfae with
many who will read these lines. G inter-
course has been pleasant and cora;al Long
may we all live to greet each &heon the
anniversary Of a new year, and NY II lives
be crowned with the satisfaction Ia lowing
that the world has been bettsrecby cur
living in it."
We were about indulging in 4 fe grave
reflections over the past wear. wbenhe fol-
lowing article from a fair wound frisd was
handed to us-and we immedi atel7 deter
mined to annex her beautiful tho dkhras the
close fthis article. They are as trraful as
they are chaste and beautiful:
THE GRAVE OF II rEARP
The following poem was first publhed in
one of the \. Y. papers, many vArago.-I
III e who can read it unfclt. ml4 nssess a
sensibility we neither appreciate n desire.
10 US it comes thronging with asa of
the carly thought Of childh,od's eMte,ness.
apd nuritv Tha rnol,d,- &c g..
reached cur heart through tie nrsic If a
fathers voice, and now af,er lie k'e1val of
years, IFS t,Ies Gene lack. like vnes fOm
a haunted dwellinG-asa al echo Of Iedreami-
ness, the JOYS, aid Sorrows u ilt>e wLolaNe
passed away as a shadow, ara whose Race
knoweth them 10 mere.
When Il fen years are cCEae. we too Shall
60 the way waeace We shall nut retura."-
How mourniuI must the reflection lac +, those
who have not the hope of tie better land
within their hearts! The past comes not
back again." but may we carry with us Il
advancing years, a more earnest zeal, Il pu
rerfaith, a more expansive charity, and . tht
smile Of those that live nearer to lae Angels
1.-The principle IF beauty hath no axe.
1t looketh forth even though the eve be dim
The forest frost crowned, yea it looketh fortl
" biANtC hOkII hhCiid ltliAC 1NNts
That in its ehastened cheeriulIess, woult
Sweet charity ON all whom God hath made.
ANNIE.
THE GRAVE OF THE YEAR,
Lines aritten for tie 31&t Of DecemJr.
Be composed ev'ry toll, and each ~turbuler
motion,
That e~ncirclez the heart in LIES treafhel
Gus snaIes;
And the hour thai invites to the cain. d Il
yotion,
Undisturb'd by reg1e:s-unoncambet'
with cares.
How cherries the late blooming face fer
alton
Weary Time seems to pause in his p
? career,
: And fatigucd with the work Of his owl ds
l~ation,
e Looks behind with a smile-on the ga
d of the year.
e Hank the wind whistles rudely-ths ha
ows are closing,
I That enwrap his broad path in the pam
of night;
}. While pleasure,s gay soRs are y aaiigep,
g Undismay'd at tie tracks tIht have nu
Z ber'd his flight.
From your temple where Fasl1n's bright
+ pers are lighted,
~ Her 7ot'ries in crowds deckdfwith garlar
u appear;
b. And las yet their warm hope, BY no spect1
%affrighted,)
a Assemble to dance round The grave of
year.
W, Oh l hate the stale cup which the oilers b;
u tasted
~ When | think on the ilIsof life's conf
less day;
. How the flow rs ofmy CHILDHOOD their yerd-
b. have wasted,
d. And the friends Of my youth have b,
stolen away:
= They think not how fruitless the warmest
" deavor,
Of To recall the kind moments, neglected vi
no When the hours that oblivion has cane,
by Are in;err'i by her hand-in the gray,
ent the year.
ed
en- Since the last solemn reign Of this day q
-, fiction,
What throngs have reIinquish'd life
ulo i>ling breath;
to How many have shed their last lear CT &c
And closed the dim eye IA .ac darkness
death.
for
hts How many have sudden their p;lgrimage
lrt. ded,
vii Beneath the low pail that envelopes t
the And to deaths lonesome valley have &c
Ills, descended,
,ar- And made their cold beds-with,th tile .
al; of the year!
idg- IT'S the year HAT so lac, its new bea,
disclosing,
for Rose bright ON the happy The careless
ar. Who now on their pillow cfdust are repo.
.ook Where the sod presscs lamp on their
i of SONS Of clay.
the -.
- Then talk not Of bliss, while her smile il
piriEg,
Q DO Disappointment still dfowas it in mis-,
In tear;
ssue Reflect an lie wise. for tleday il ret;ri.
CON And tomorrow VII dawa-on the .ra
the year.
lblie Yet awhile-and no seasons around Us