Preble County Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1857-1859, 1858-07-15
killing Time.
BY REV. Z. +. TAYLOR.

Time is the meekcst and mildest, and
yet the most slandered 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 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 la young
moon in an old moons arms. They
say he is a foe to the pencil and the
graver, though with artist hand he as
ures the hills we have come over, and
guilds the yesterday we have expanded
until these look like curtains let down
from heaven in roll, nd these like
the days we dream of in Paradise.
They declared him ''grim," though
he opened blue eye in Violet. "that
went into society only morning ago,
and smiles in pair of them, in will
low cradle over the way. He ripens
the clusters of the old vintage; he en-
dears US to old books; he blesses US with
old friends.
They are not content with the libels,
and so they paint him as bald scythe-
bearing old harvester.
That inlaying the cheeks of youth
with the leaves of red roses, as time does
that building a temple with hand
full of acorns, if you will only have pa
tience to wait for him-that softeniug
of the pulse hfage down to the dying
point, as he can-that ripening into
diamonds of to day, the rude and smut
tu oO,1 pf ynSfar1 thnSo pn yuOrl-
for poor, palsisted, old husbandman.
Who has not heard in his time, pair
oflips that "cherry ripe themselves did
cry" talk in the coolest manner imagin-
able, 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 a garment, and
strewing her path with blessings. just
as if the hour had not come with thou
sands as fair as she, when they would
have surrendered the roses of Y ork and
Lancaster, only for little while with
Time-whcn they would have placed in
earnest tones for the rudcst Of his moods,
if he would only linger.
Killing TimeL--M hen -he-has filed
the heart, and crowned the brow with
lJeWclry-Srcat, hopIe ulalnouuS VI oay >
and glorious circles set around with
hours. He lavishes 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 to closely, he gently
takes away from US, almost without our
knowing it, gift after gift, that we may
not be encountered with the "Impedi-
ments," as Cscsor called 1.-THE baggage
of life, on the Journeys we must, by
and by, be taking. lie thins our tres
ses and turns them gray and silver and
white, and we come TO think it is about
as we'll as the dark locks we wore once.
He takes away the springing steps ol
youth, the sweet repose of home. We
begin to think as much of the twilights
as we did of the moons. Then he loos
ems 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
plotted, lives on, and the golden hands
upon the dial of heaven must still ere
his great missions of beauty and mercy
will be ended