The Texas Republican. [volume] (Marshall, Tex.) 1849-1869, 1858-12-03

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| r., calm arr We when passions arr M more
Ny hearers Az never was an old
man in my life, can tell you nothing from
experience, respecting the aspects Of
lifc's afternoon; but ! take II, there is
nothing near SO much gloomcy drapery
hanging about the heavens, a. cast their
duh shadows upon, A. you young people
are apt TO imagine. On the contrary,
suspect at this time Of day mild. happy
light sheds its horizontal beams along
the avenues Of the heart. just ~ you
may have sometimes seen the golden rays
Of declining sun stray in At cottagcr's
open door smiling contentcdly in the
West
True, my friends. old age is not gar
den, filed with pnks, jessamines, peonies,
/ tulips, honcysncklcs, roses. hy-traps.
morn'ng-glorles, jumpup;iohnics, gold
/ bugs, humming. birds, butterflies, ard
humble-lces nevertheless il is patch
not altogether overrun with noxious
weeds, annoying briars, and loa,hsome
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are not quite so CANDY as those that
adorn the pathway Of youth and early
manhood, yet those Of memory still retain
/ their pristine beauty. and mingle their
sweet perfume with the descending dcws
Of lifc's calm evening. Let us walk my
brethren. with him Of silver hair and nm.
silvered cane A holy calmness broods
upon the landscape the birds sing plain.
lively yet soo,hin.,ly pleasing I" the oc-
togcnarian's ear there are no buds but
many blossoms about 10 cas-; their faded
petals upon the sod that gave them birth ,
the streams murmur low, and the gentle
breeze scarcely vets the tips Of its wings
Ms it wanders slowly on The old man
points with his staff to peaceful vale
/ below cnbroidcd with amaranthinc flow
ers, and cxclaims There shall end my
earthly pilgrimage there he, me lie with
my face to heaven and my back to earth !;
and let every incident 10 trail humanity
perish with the body, while its Unborn vlr.
/ tues return for cmbalment to the God
/ who gave them" The old man is com
1 Portable, placid and sensible to the end
| Like pan of milk is he ; when Gndistur-
bed by the jos,ling and Earrings Of world
! " ambition the cream Of true comfort is
sure To rise al last.
Ny brethren: old age and autumn are
mutually cmhlcmatical There is quiet
happy Indian summer atteDdan, upon the
autumnal season Of life. which none Of
you gingcr-pop. soda-water, champagne
youngsters can fully realize until you ex-
pericncc its oily en)oymcn,e. During this
serene Indian Summer certain placid
ity takes up its residence in the bosom.
which YOU would not exchange for all
the unexpected cxtacics and dazzling de-
lights that ever sprang from the hot-bcd
If youth The storms Of passion have
then ceased 10 rage what the old man
planted in early life has been brought To
full fruition. and heaven seems ready To
meet him halfwa upon the short jour
ncy before him.
Perhaps. my young friends, you Ray
think. after 81 that old folks have no
cnioymcnts but such as are stale, juice
less and husky, and that. rather than
live to bc like them, you would commit
suicide by suffering upon pleasures while
they are fresh and new but n this you are
nightly mistake. As cattle chew their
food over second time. 50 old people
rc-partakc Of what they much enjoyed
in their younger days. Grandfather let
me tell you. is high old colt. and feels
his oats while pranc'ng in the still green
pastures Of the past His eyes kindlc
and he feels little # tho DID bliss creep
ing about, a. he rccounts his ancicn; love
affairs--how he caught his h,bhy--'nar-
ricd her, and carried her home. behind
him, upon horse back. And then 10 hear
him talk Of war, Why, every white
hair Of his head becomes electric with
patriotism. and glory swels his heart to
the size cf half-bush.l Grandfather
loves good soup, too, as much as You or
| do and. as for "mnmhling meat in
vain" a. the poet says. he can gum il
mighty hard. let me tell you-bull steaks
that deem themselves impregnablc, are
compelled to surrender at marvclously
short notice. That industrious chin Of
his plies up and down like an under bel
lows-hanilc, to some good purpose, You
may readily believe. Grandfather loves
20 chuck girls under the chin. and call
them wicked rognes;" and am sure il
makes him feel = sort of good. He also
seems nearly a. fond OF kissing a. ever
-, / know grandmother is; but whether
it ia in memory Of AUD lang syne,' or
tina, they really do get foretss,e Of
heaven, as Of yorc, ! never heard them
tell However my brethren, IL You and
| don't slip up before VIC reach the de-
sired yet undcsircd goal, We shall one
day know mere about these matters. and
can then ~pcak for ourselves. so mote
il he !--Saa Fyasctsto Gu&1ea Era.
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