The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1858-05-06
TIME.

Few men, at this age of the world, have
better thonghts, or express them better, than
Rev. B. f. Taylor. Listen:
limo is the meekest and mildcst, and vet
the most sandered and abused of all created
things.
They charge him with forgetfulness, while
he is always reminding them Of the past in
his twilights, and his sweet Springs and Au-
tumns. They make him out Vandal,
though he wakens the young treo that lay
asleep at the roots Of the old, and gives the
world young moon in an old moons arms
They say he is foe to the pencil and the
gravcr, though with artist-hand he azures
the hills we have como over, and gilds tho
yesterdays we have expanded, 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 Il blue eye in Violet, "tl,at went
into society" only a morning ago, and smiles
i'll pair Of them, III n willow cradle over
the way. He ripcns the clusters of the old
vintage lie cn,lcars us to old books he
blesscs us with old friends.
They arc not content with the libels, and
SO they paint him rs bald and scy;l,c bear
ing old Harvester.
That inay'ng the checks Of youth with
thn Leaves nf r.J rocoS nc Time ,lo,c ,1,,t
building Il temple with IL handful of acorns,
if you will only havo patlonco to wait for
l'im-t!sat soitening Of tho pulse of age
down to the dying point, ms ho can-that
ripening into diamonds Of to-day, the rude
and smutty coal Of yesterday these are no
work for Il poor, palsed, old husband
man.
Who has not heard in lis time, pair of
lips, that "cLerry ripe themselves did cry,
talk i'll the coolest manner imaginable, Of
killing Time Just us if lie had not been
their owners "ncxt best friend" ever since
she WAS born-clothing her with beauty as
with a garmont and strewing her path with
blessings. Just rs if the hour had not
come with thousands rs fair as size, when
they would have surrendered the roses of
York and Lancaster, only for a little while
with Tme-whcn they would have pleaded
in earnest tones for the rudest Of his moods,
if he would only lingcr.
killing Time! When lie has filled the
heart, and crowned tho brow with jcwelrv
great, noble diamonds Of days, and glori-
GUS circles set around with hours. lie Law
isles upon us from childhood to maturity,
all his treasures Of beauty, and strength,
and opportunity, and lost wo should love
him too much, and cling to him too closely,
he gently takes away from us, almost with.
out our knowing it, gift aftor gift, that we
may not bc cncumbercd with the "Impedi-
mcnta," us Cesar called 1.-THE baggage of
life, oil tue journeys we must, by and by,
be taking. He thins our resscs, and turns
them grey, and silver, and white, and we
come to think it is about rs well as the dark
locks we wore once. lie takes away the
springing step Of youth, the firm tread Of
manhood, and makes us love the sweet re-
pose Of home. We begin to think as much
of the twilghts as we did of the moons.
Then lie 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 VIC are ready to go.
But time, against whom we have plotted,
lives on, and the golden hands upon the
dial of Heaven must stand still, ere his great
missions Of beauty and mercy will be
ended.
tScrmons.-"It amazes me ministers don't
write bettor sermons-I am sick of the dull
prosy AFFAIRS" said a lady in the presence of
parson.
But it is no easy matter, my good wo-
man, to write goood sermons, suggested the
minister.
Yes, replied tho lady, "but you are so
long about it.; could write ono in half the
time if only had the text.
Oh, if textis all you want, said the
parson, will furnish that. Take this one
from Solomon 1t is better to dwell in a
corner OF housetop, than in house with
brawling woman.
DO you mean me, sir ? inquired the lady
quickly.
Oh my good woman, waspthe grave re.
sponse, "you will never make sermonizer:
you are too soon in your application.