Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-12-24
THE PAST AND FUTURE.
1--WE take no note of time

I'VE take no note OF time
But from its loss. To give it then tongue
Is wise i'll man.
There is an old, time fable ola fairy who minis
tered to q wayward genius, ti blessed by her
good gifts, all the treasures of earth were his
Fame power, love, wealth, thronedoms and prin-
cpalities, the pomp and glory of this world, the
brightest flowers of affection and the truest and
gcntest sympathes. lay at his feet. But after
season he forgot the good donor, and her gifts, no
longer regarded as gratuitous blessings, were
looked upon as of small value. Angry at his in
gratitude, in moment his fortune was reversed,
his wealth passed away like the ebb Of ocean, his
fame was forgotten his friends fell of like autumn
leaves, and lone amid his desolation, too late he
learned to appreciate what had passed away for
ever. So it is with Time. The present moment
is little valued until the close OF the year, the
end of some long cycle, like knel of parted
hours, tells us that time is gliding swiftly like an
arrow into eternity. Then it is we pause and
look around, and the Past and Future rush upon
us Up the sombre aisle of memory comes troop
passed away to the dim land of dreams-many a
splendid hope that tlultered gaiy in the heart un.
til blighted like sere and withered leaf-many q
noble aspiration that in the bosom proudly throbbed
till crushed into nothingness-many manly re.
solve that has faded like wreath of snow before
the syren, ease-many a shattered friendship or
dim remembered love, gone never to return.
And it is we'll that these periodical epochs recall
vividly the flight of time. Landmarks on the
infnitude of eternity, they serve alike to bring
up in review retrospective visions, and to limner
out the far-away future
Before we shall greet our readers again from
the editorial sanctum, we will have entered the
threshold of another cycle, and eighteen hundred
and fifty-seven will be "with the years beyond
the food" We pause before the wizard time,
because we feel that youth like river, is flowing
rapidly from US down the declivty of Age. The
buoyant heart is growing more calm and serene,
the locks which twelve months ago were veined
with occasional threads of silver are fast rvalling
the frost of winter; the strong man remembers
the time when he was stronger-the maiden, who
but q short time since rejoiced in the caprcious
freedom of girl-hood, is now enthraled by deeper
pa sions and so it is through all the phases of
life, chudhood is running into boy hood, boy
hood into mdn>hood, manhood into decrepitude,
decrepitude into the>ssaye.
STILL Time stons not in m >tireless flight Gay
and gloomy seasons come anil ~ To morrow
begins the most universal jubilee that coaass with
all the rolling year. The din of labor will cer>~>
the brow will relax its contracted sternness,
| the jubinnt shouts of thoughtess youth will form
the requiem of the dying year, and all will rejoice
in the fullness and careless felicity of the present
In a few weeks the farmer will resume his
cares, the busy preparation for coming crop
will occupy his attention; the merchant with
hope and fear will strike the balance sheets, and
the world will begin anew its annual routine of
business and pleasure 1t is with editors as with