American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1858-07-08
ESTABLISHED IN 1926
BeautIfaI THOUGHTS.

Few msn, at this age Of the world. have
better thoughts. or express them better,
Than the Rev. B. F. Taylor. Listen:
b. Time is the meekest and mildest. and
got the most sadly slandered and abused
OF all created things.
They charge him with forgetfulness.
while be is always reminding them Of the
past in his twiligbts. and the sweet Spring"
in his Autumus. They make him out =
Vandai, though he awakeus the young
1rees that lay asleep at the roots Of the old.
and gives the world a young moon in an
old moons arms. They say he is foe 10
the pencil and the graver. though with ar
list hand he azures the hills we have come
over, and gilds the yesterdays we have ex-
pended. until tiruse look like curtains let
down from Heaven in roll, and these like
the days we dream Of in Paradise.
They declare him grim" though he
opened blue eye in violet, "tbat went
into society" only morning ago. and
smiles in pair Of them. in willow cradle
over the way. He ripens the clusters Of
the old vintage; he eudearS US to old books;
he blesses US with old friends.
They are not content with the libels and
so they paint him as bald and sythe-bear-
ing Harvester.
That in Iajing The checks Of y; nth with
the leaves Of red roses, as Time does--thas
| building a temple with handful Of acorns,
if you will only have patience to wait for
him-that softeniDg Of the pulse Of age
down to the dying point, ao he can, that
ripeuing into diamonds Of to-day. the rude
and smuty coal Of yesierday-these are no
work for a poor, palsied old husbsndman.
Who has mot heard in his time--a pair
OF lips, that "cherry ripe themselves did
cry" talk in the coolest manner imagina-
Gle, o!Eilling Time? Just as il he had not
, been their owners "next Rest friend" ever
, since she was born-clolh;ng her with
beauty as with garment, and sIrewing
; her path with blessings. Just as il the
, hour had come with thousands AZ lair As
she; when they would have surrendered
] the roses OF York and Lancaster. only for a
: little while with me-wher they would
e have pleaded in earnest tones for the ru-
S dest Of his moods, If he would only lingsr.
d Killing Timel When he has filed the
e heart, and crowned the brow with jewelry
great, noble diamonds Of days. and glo.
rious circles set round with hours. BE
o lavishes upon US from childhood to matu
:, rity, all bis treasures Of beauty and strength
:, and opportunity; and lest we should love
him too much. and cling to him 10 closely
I. he gently takes away from us, almost with
Ie ont our knowing it, gi after gift, that wt
a may not be eucumbered with the 'Impsdi
ments, as Cesar called it. the baggage o.
life---on the j,urneys we must, by and by
be taking. He thins out our tressss, ant
turns them gray. and silver. and white
II and we come to think it is about as well Al
g the dark locks he wore once. He take!
away the springing step Of youth. the frn
tread Of manhood. and makes US love tn
lie sweet repose of home. We begin to thinI
IN as much Of the ,wihghts as we did OF tn
a moons. Then he loosens little the Rive
Ie cords, and the broken pitcher returns n
ID more to the fountain. and the wheel is ou
Il Of repair at the cisteru, and we are read.
to go.
But Time, against whom we have plot
en- ted. lives on. and the golden hands upo
e. the dial Of Heaven must stand still, er
"a, "a, his mission of beauty and mercy will b
III ended.