The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1859-03-04
THE GREAT CHANGE.

Death Is the universal doom. The flower of
The valley springs up, blooms for a while in
varagated lovrllneSs, bat pprish-s as soon as the
gray livery OF autumn is thrown over the face
of nature. The oak OF the forest, through
whose branches the winds of heaven have
whistled for centuries, and which has alike been
the retreat OF bird aud beast, at last prostra-
led by the resistesS tornado Man himself,
whom God has distinguished above all the
works of His hand, aud who stands the proud
lord OF Great ions realm, has within him the
seeds of death, and finally yields to that stroke
which sewers him from his friends and life, and
consigns hirn to qniet oblivion.
We look around. Everywhere we are al
monished OF our mortality The monumen: Of
The oraFk s'd tf-isIIifz r.TsrE iIaITi, &c S
sigh, we look around ':we sink lamenting, or
Iamented, all the same" How tru-, yet how
beautiful, the language of the inspired writer: :
-"Mln that is born of woman is OF few days,
and fdll OF trouble. He cometh forth like a
flower, aud IS cut down he heeth like as a
shadow, and cometh Man wastrth
away, flea yea man giveth up the ghost and
where is be =" What emblems Of human HE
and human frai!ity have we here and what
monrniui lesson of the uncertainty OF life is
taught Us too !
S'Years following years, steal something every day o.
The ever passing events of this world pro-
claim that mans abiding place is not here
He is journeying to the tomb How often is
his pathway merged by the clouds Of advefSity
How often is he called 10 weep over the loved
and lost, and feel that soon he must go hence
at Is appointed unto man once 10 die, and after
death the Judgment" No man can fol a mo-
mrnt question tn truth of the proposition con-
tanned 10 these words. Denial OF our being -
Revelation, experience, observation. all couSpire
TO enforce this unwecoms declaration upon our
hearts and however much VIZ NAV strive TO
evade lis power, the decree is still, ''Ih0u StaH
surely die"
| There is not spot where human footsteps
tread, that does not, in the llrellng history OF
lis inmates give the lesSoa of mortality. Is it
the household Death enter, spares neither
the bright nor brautlul -nei her the young nor
The fair. Is 1t in the Church They who
promised much, whose lives we're thos= of
purity and usefulness, are first called awav and
others left 10 I'LL the void. Is 1t anywhere /!
Every month, yes every day, we hear Of some
one Of Our fellow mortals, whose pilgrimage is
! finished, whose race is run, and whose names
are teStlnrd ere long, TO fade from the remem-
bTance OF all living. Yet, men 1--we as though
they were 10 live here forrver. They carry
on their designs, and are so intent in their pro-
! jects, that death seldom seems TO intrudr itself
upon their thoughts. The stream of time still
hrIIirs onward, but where are the inhabitants
OF its Banks
We have towns and Ciies-we have works
of genius and art, but where are the founders of
the fo-mrr, or the founders or the designers of
the latter Our fathers, where are they; and
the prophets, do they live forever Where is
the glowing cheek, The open brow, the eagle
eye of youth Where their busy hands their
burning hearts, their melting voices Alas
that manly brow has mouldered IN the dust,
tha, freslened cheek is cold and pallid, that
eagle eye is quelled those hands those hearts,
those voices, bave ceased TO move, TO burn, to
melt.
"They're gone but where! All pause and see
Gone TO long eternity -
Lovers OF pleasure more than lovers Of God,
you are seeking your chief enjoyments in the
poor pelshing objects of this world. Do you
expect 10 be prepared for that which is to come
Do you enjoy happiness here Happiness !; it
may have semblance, but it has not the sub
stance Then repent now, do not wait for
sick. or dying bed, 'sfor in such an hour as
We think not the Son of Man cometh."
MRs. Partington has bought horse so spir-
tous that he always goes Of in decanter.