Preble County Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1857-1859, 1857-07-16
TIME.

Few men, at this age of the world
have better thoughts, or express them
better, than Rev. B. +. Taylor, Listen
Time is the meekest and mildest, and
yet the most sadly slandered and abused
of all created things.
They charge him with forsetfulness,
while he is always reminding them OF
the past in his twilights, and the sweet
Springs in his Autumns. They make
him out a Vandal, though he wakens
the young tree that lay asleep at the
roots of the old, and gives the world a
young moon in the old moons arms.
They say he is foe to the pencil and
the grayer, though with artist hand he
azures the hills we have come over, and
gilds the yesterdays we have expended,
until those look like curtains let down
from Heaven in a roll, and these like
the days we. dream of in paradise.
They declare him grim, +" though he
opened a blue eye in a Violet, i" that
went into society" only morning ago
and smiles in pair of them. in will
ow cradle over the way. He ripens the
clusters of the old vintage; he endears
us to old books; he blesses US with old
friends.
They are not content with the libels,
and SO they paint him as a bald and
scythe bearing old Harvester.
That inlaying the cheeks of youth
with the leaves of red roses as time does
that building temple with hand
full of acorns, if you will only have pa
tience to wait for him-that softening
Of tho ,,rlco Of la-n 20 tho
point, as he can-that ripening into
diamonds to-day, the rude and smutty
coal of yesterday-these are no work for
poor, palsied old husbandnan.
Who has not heard in his time, pair
of lips, that cherry ripe themselves
did cry" talk in the coolest manner
imaginable, of killing Time? just as
if he had not been their owners next
best friend ever since she was born
clothing her with beauty as with gar
ment, and strewing her path with bles-
sings. just as if the hour had not
come with thousands as fair as she,
when they would have surrendered the
roses of York and Lancaster, only for
little while with Time - when they
would hate pleaded in earnest tones for
the ,roodest of his moods, If only he |
Wouid.1fngcr.
= killing Time When he has filled |
the heart, and crowned the brow with |
noble diamonds Of days
and glorious circlets set around with
hours. He lavishcs upon us from child
hood to maturity, all his treasures of
beauty and strength; and opportunity, |
and lest we should love him too much,
and cling to him too closely, he gently |
takes away from US, almost without our
knowing it, gift after gift, that we may
not be encumbered with the " "impedi-
ments as Caesar called 1.-THE baggage
of life, on the journeys we must, by and
by be taking. He thins out our tresses
and turns them gray, and silver, and
and white, and we come to think it is
about as we'll as the dark locks we wore
once He takes way the springing step
of youth, the firm tread of manhood,
and makes us love the sweet repose of
home We begin to think as much of
the twilights as we did of the moons.
Then he loosens little the silver cords,
and the broken pitcher returns no more
to the fountain, and the wheel is out of
repair at the cistern, and we are ready
to go.
But time, against whom we have plot
ed, lives on, and the golden hands up
On the dial of Heaven must stand still,
ere his great missions of beauty and
mercy will be ended.