Weekly Trinity journal., 1858-11-13
Life,s A ut u nm N .


Means too sad TO hear;
Signing, wailing-mournfu creakng-
Winter tones so sadly speaking
Words Of cold despair.
All within their seasons blooming
Blooming but day;
Lighting earth with smiles Of beauty
Smiles that soon decay;
Soon their dropping charms betokcn
That the spell of life is broken,
And they pass away.
Now life's autumn winds are chilling,
AS ne'cr felt before;
And the cup Of life is filling
Soon it will be DER;
This sad soul takes up the warming
Soon twill welcome Heavens morning,
Feeling night no moro.
james b. MQwllan.
FLOWERS NoTE THE HoUEs.-- Did flowers note
the hours how sweet were our ycarsi Were the
earth garden, blooming pcrpetually and hanging
in the perfume of numberess blossoms, the walk
Of existence would extend to the limit Of the
souls desire. Stepping along that passage way
Of beauty, each cchong fOotstep answered by
tinhling voices making melody throughout the
radiant air, we could not wander to where no
odors fingered round, to where no streams, flow
ing from bowers, sparkled with the diamond light
of their sources-the drops Of dew. 'Flowcrs
note the hours? No, they note the irregular
moments that fly away with pleasures; they dot
the journals Of our lives once or twice with their
golden ink, and hasten from the pages, the black
hlottcd pages. Flowers note the hours Do we
live in Eden B? Does primcval grandeur shine
and bloom about us? Have we no toll but that
Of pucking roses, no journeys that are not TO the
violet beds Do we wear garlands, and taste no
food but honey dew Are our homes and our
shrincs in the boughs Of evergreen and do we
sing under the shade Of spice trees 'Fowers
note the hours for inSenSible time, not for man;
they are not the sweet chronclers Of a life that
has its spreading hcnbanc in the vices of youth,
aud its pcrishing balm in the virtues of expiring
agc.-SiTra Citizen.
THE SCHOOL Chilli Away he bounds over bill
and valley as thoughtlcss and free as the lark that
carols in the grove. lie is the true type of nno-
cence and happiness Yet sad TO say, he trcads I
the unguarded and unprotected path Of orphan .
life. No father to direct: no mother to love and /
counsel him. The thorns that lie along the drcary
waste Of undcvelopcd life; the bridge Of sighs |
with its broken arches and yawning chasms below; I
the mountains of toll, and scorchng wastes of /
sorrow through which his journey lies, are all
unhccded or unseen. Every sound is melody; !
every coloris pleasing; every wind fragrant with
the perfume Of flowers; every thought hopeful;
every aspiration terminating at a golden goal
;1is wcll sufficient for the day is the evil there
Of lie will soon enough realize the pangs OF
discovered and buried friendships of unrcquitcd
love; Of cold neglect; Of disappointed ambition;
Of melancholy and rcmorse. Dream on, then,
thou air-harcd prattlcr, whilst the morning lasts
and the heavens are clear; for soon will come
the storm-cloud and the night, and the tempest
will beat upon thee.-San Andreas Iadpcadent.
'PooR, But HONEST One can scarcely read a
hook, or newspaper yarn, without the sentence
born Of poor though honest parents meeting
his vision. Just as though dishonesty and poverty /
were synonymous terms, and honesty and aflu- |
encc OF n similar significance In country |
where wealth rules with a despotic sway, whore
The poor man is compelled to cringe before the
rich, where wealth reycls in gded halls while
poverty worries out dreary life, the doctrine
that afiluence constitutes integrity may find wor.
shippers, but in land like ours, all should he
herecs to the doctrine. Does it follow that the
man who is compelled 10 labor for n living is
dishonest that he should be thus branded, because
fortune has not boqucathcd to him her golden
gifts? Must we incr that woman seated in a
damp, dim-lighted room, the dismal hours drag
ging slowly by as She works at some garment to
bcautify the form of prostitution, all are we to
infer from the sad picture she presents, chat dis
honesty is her besetting sin ?-UoUntain Mcssea-
ger.
JUSTICE SLOW But SURE.-That man never lived
who was not, at some time, wronged by the false +
judgement and erroneous opinions of his neigh
bors. True philosophy teaches those who suffer
in this manner, to bear with patience for time
sets all things right; The clouds that hang over
mans name and fame day are but part of q
temporary probation, trying him in the fire of |
adversely, to demonstrate whether he is made of .
genuine metal, or only the bogus stuff of impos-
ters. The true man smiles at the puny shafts and
silly falsehoods of envy and malice. The inward
knowledge OF rectitudc and worth, though con
ceaed from the eyes Of the world, are souter
than coat Of mail in resisting the barbs shaped
for bis destruction by misrepresentation and false
judgement. Keep up thy heart then, O, true
man be not discomfted by trides perform thy
duty heedless of reward or praise, and bide thy
time, for justice will inevitably seek thee out
and award success proportional to thy merits
Sonora Herald.
Flowers FROM QUR NElGHBoRs' GARDENS
Some of our good brothers OF the press seem to
object to our plucking flowers from our neighbors'
gardens. But with womau's usual perversity, we
shall continue to gather the flowers, loken and
rhere we find them; no matter in whose garden,
nor by how many weeds they may be surrounded.
Entirely regardless of the thorHs which may be
growing near to pierce and wound us, we shall
gather the flowers aud enjoy their periume-not
selishly by shutting them up in the dark TO wther
but we Will carefully tend, and bathe them in
The refreshing dew of kindness; then place them
in the bright warm sunlight of appreciation that
the air may take Of their fragrance and bear it |
forth with its soothing, soflening influence, to
penetrate every heart and subdue every evil pas
son.-Heperian.
INFANT INTERCEssIoN.--W attended the Sab
bath School last Sunday afternoon, and elt, as
we walked away that we had grown purer and
better by an hour in the presence of childish
worship. We have stood beneath the majestic
dome of st. Peters and heard the swelling an
thems echo through the vaulted arches OF many
n grand cathedral in the olden world, but in all
the pomp and pageant of gemmcd allars and
chanting prieste we saw but the mockery of wOr
ship to the Most High. In fact, we were ever
skeptica 10 the purity Of ostenatious piety, and
would sooner have the supplcations of one pure
young heart in our behalf than all the sacerdoal
Influence that has mocked the Eternal since the |
world began Yreha Union.
THE BEASTS APPEAL FOR JCsTcE.-How know |
we that the gentle spirit which looks through the
soft ewes of the horse or OK is not as immortal as