Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1858-02-26
sATuRDAY NlGHF.


approach TO Sunday in old times, with lis
threshold made of Saturday night. The
tide of passion and the glow of ambition
went down with Saturdays sun, and lies
fever was followed by sleep. The black
smiths bellows grew breathless, and his
hammer lay silent upon the anvil; the ttfui
tinkling of bell denoted the last wanderer
of the flock safe in the fold; the mills big
wheel" stood still. and the upper and lower
sections. Of its baltened door were closed;
the s.roning'' of the old fashioned mother
was aired and folded and laid away the last
loaf was drawn from the glowing cavern OF
the old brick oven; The boys had come back
from the creek, their brown feet twinking
lighter in the grass, and their damp hair
shade darker than it was; light ghnmers
dimly through the great windows of the
church; young men and maidens go IN oy
pairs, and pretty soon, through the shadowy
air, there float the blended voices that we
used to love, in Windham, Near und Silver
Street, !" Dundee's wild and warbling meas
ures rise,, and sweet old Corinth falls upon
the ear: the moon surmounts the woods: and
rides moment like q ship upon the ieafy
waves. then bears away fer the blue waters
of Gods Egean. and over all that scene and
night it rules The dews grow radiant and
restless in the grass beneath it, as if earth
were our mother and she really breathed;
the mists of grey that with the willows tnnge
the stream, are silver and the memory o.
that hour is gold.
A very beautiful provision ot nature is II
when Death has done his worst with us, and
sealed lips that shall never more be parted;
when the sumner winds have borne away
upon their wan.on wings the dust we have Sc
often clasped, and fancied to be ourselves;
when the hungry moths have devoured the
records we have left, and dreamed to be I'M
mortal; when Time has turned to sands and
,sifted through iis hour-gIass the mansions
we have bnilded. and thought would S'last til
sdooms-days'-a very beautiful provision is it
we saw, that sometimes that second immor
tality we longed to leave is condded to name
IMPATIENCE THE VICE OF THE AGE.
The enger desire to press forward, not sc
much to conquer obstacles as to elude them
that gambling with the solemn destinies 0
life, seeking ever to set success upon tn
chances of die; that Fastening from thu
wish conceived to the end accomplished, tina
thirst after quick returns to the ingenious
toll, and breathless spurrings along short cut
10 the goal, which we see everything aroun
us, from the Mechanics Institute, to the stoc
market-beginning in education with primer
of infancy, deluging us with " PhIlosophle
for the million," and Sciences made easy;
characterzipg the books of onr writer's, til
speeches of our Statesmen, no less than tn
dealings Of our spectators. seem, confess
to constitute very diseased and very genei
al symptom of the times. l hold that th
greatest friend to man is labor; that know
edge without toll, if possible were WORTHLESS:
that toll in the pursuit of knowledge is tn
best knowledge we attain; that the continl
ed effort for fame is fame itself; that it is n,
wealth suddenly acquired whichis DESERVE
OF homage, the virtues which man exercis'
in the slow pursuit Of wealth-the abilities
called forth, the self-denials SO imposed;
a word that Labor and Patience are the trl
schoo.imasters on earth. -BULwER.