The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1858-02-11
THE PROCESS OF THE YEAR.

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PerrceiTest thou not the process Of the yoari
How the four seasons In four forms appear,
Resembling human life in every form they wear
MY HEARERS: | shall preach to you upon ibir
occasion in lacOnic syle-well filed will
meaning, or replete with notning1e8
ever you may choose You are abont 20 perform
another annual round in your mortal existence
or rather take another hitch towards the dark
Silent Valley Of Death, where beggar and king
friend and foe, lie down as costly together as a
couple Of dead foxes Don't be too sure Of moi
slipping up, and receiving fatal fall before you
Preach the milestone upon which is written
January |, 1850" Be careful What road you
take. Consider also well which is the better
mode Of travelling Putting a boiler in your
stomachs, and raising the steam with alcohol. Is
a very unpleasant and dangerous way of getting
along. You are liable TO run Of the the track
aud do Imparlble damage to Your regulations II
not To your carcasses. Because wliv-Reason
is not yonr engineer. II you straddle the high
melted mare Of Fancy, she may kick up her
heels before you know it, aud pitch you head.
long lnto the dust Of sober realty. There is
much beautiful scenery on the road that lea Is
from this year to the next TO see APPRECIATE,
and admire 1t all, advise You to perform the
journey on foet Take the staff Of hope in your
hand--have your knapsa well field with faith
and fortitude. The latter article is first-rate
under shlrt when blow the cold winds Of adver.
sl;y. Put plenty Of the bread and cheese of
charity IN your pOckets-be economical In your
eIpense-and keep scratching the gravel a; in.
dusIriOusly as an old hen with fainilr Of four.
teen chickens. You will 20 slow at the fastest;
Dllt then will laya 81. / IL.
beauties ol the ever. changing landscape, and
Thus lar experience the pleasures Of LIES pill.
grImage. lKnow, however, that you will not
ull 'ake the same road, nor trot along with the
same Jog. Some will 20 one way, and some an.
o'her' some W wander far away from the
pains OF prosperty--rambie through the woods
IN search ol the wild flowers of pleasure. which
are fascinating to the eye, but arc as wanting in
fragrance as the blooms that bloom upoD the
oohnets Ot our city bellies. Some will take
long cuts--some Short cuts-some cut across
lois, and find themselves at last where il il i'm.
possible for them to be found. Nv friends how
many do you suppose Of those around us--soy
take the Whole human live stock of Gotbam..-
will lack the wind to hold out till the fr,t oF
January next! More peahaps, than YOU imaoine.
Ere single month shall have rolled over von
hundreds ot your fellow. citizens will have faI
len BY the waysde. Many and many, who nov
fancy they save got COOL foothoId. and have
physical and mental trength to mold out for :,
tweIvemonlh, viii be compelled to Law them.
selves down to Gle Just as the buds beGin oren.
ing and the bids commence sinuiny ~.
rather hard, but it can't be hel,ed ssibs old
niAld IAN acquaintance Of mine remarked when
'oiu her mat young men generally preferred
external attraction 10 Intrinsic worth,
MY worthy friends! TO come little closer
10 my text, Inc Tour seasons of the year are as
emOlelnatIcal OF human life in its different sta.
yes, as any picture that conld possibly be pain.
'eu Oy the pencil OF Nature Spring, with her
young buds and opening blossoms, is emblem.
atlcal oil youth-when the essamines, yioets
ana other flowers Of joy and happiness sprin,
up as suddenly from the warm, rich soil Of the
heart as toadstooIs after an Aprll shower. sum.
mer, with her green leaves and thick foIia1e, il
IaIr representation Of manhOod--when man
is in The ful prime, vgor and vitality Of bring
ne hhds the lOyelest Of flowers surrounding
nun Wherever he staysi but no new ones start.
'shS 70 oioom ia the garden of Hope. 1t is mid.
summer WIN him, and he must make up his
ninu 10 soon face, as faces the most beautifnIest
laS my friend Shakespear would say of Amer:
can Calico when dipped in a tub of hot soap
suds' Autumn is capital counterfeit, if not
tlue counterpart, OF age. His grey hairs and
frosted whiskers plainly tell to bis contempJ Jra
IleS-'he men oil years--thal the roses in LIES
wIealh are last whitening, and that nothing save
Ihe sun Ol immortality can renew their former
brightness and beauty. Winter whispers of
uea'h and the tomb. The snow flakes that SO
ighly iall, like feathers, upon the graves Of
the SHOWS that gently descend upon the already
hoary head OF extreme old age. But the old man
sooh ules' and goes TO his long home, about
which we living mortals know no more than
caterpillar does ol It's future butterfly existence
my dear friends! A new year is now before
you make the most aud best OF it you can. So
mole 1t be.