American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1859-02-10
thursday MORNING, FEBRUARY 10, 1859.


very act Of iOuebisg-
How much dp you recall from the green
graveyard? What memories come thence
from that populous city witbouts msgis-
trPte, without law. where all who quar-
relied on earth. are now psacsable dust.
kepiDg excellent neighborbood!
And thus might 60 on. tracing. step
by step yoar entrance upon life--yOuT
early eDdSaTOTs--yOur hrst hopes Of man
hood.
But. Jet us change tho method. and try
the truth ofdescription in another way.
Call up the uuwriten dreams and reve-
ries Of the pas,l They have filed years
in all. You have woven fabrics of every
pattern in the lIOm Of fancy. You have
reared up castles. peoplsd them with be
roes; you have lost and found treasures;
travelled and explored, fought and con-
quered. loved and won. all in airy phsn.
tacies; and thus worn out the watchful
night, or with pain from Consciousness in
the weary sickness. Is that part of your
life gone? All goDsl
Birds gathered for flight in autum, ri.
zing high above snare or shot, and flying
towards equatorial sumper. often chance,
in their course, to catch feather, from
the wing which carries them through the
air--brilliant 10 color, and curved like q
bow--which, wavering and swayiug, tails
into some tbicket, while thsy AoOkOn.--
And when, Abe season chang. they are re-
called. and fly now nOrthward over the
same ranges, they reach the spot where
dropped the spent feather, can they see il
or ind it any more? 1t is lost and hidden
forever! And so our youthful fancies
which carried US far above human life and
reality, are fallen, and like the .doEncas
feather from the wing are lost and forgotten
Ira tale that is told fades, how much rAth
er those untold Iaceries of thought snC
snbtlest evolutions OF inarticulAte fan
cyl,
Where are the a!miraiions which se
the mind all a sparkle? Where is the re-
cord of the wonders, the surprises. tb'
ten thousand oxcitemen,s which broke thI
level ofsIife, and brought ,ipterjections tt
the lips? That dull routiAe should b.
forgotten, is not strange. But where at
the salient experiences Of LIES, the even;
which beet upon the attention like drum
or rouse up your attention like trum
pet? 49,. s,..r >;
Love alone stands with an undiminishe
memory! What we have once really love
we never forget! The friendship Of yout
the warm and generous confidence Of tru
affection, the tender worship. Of a tru
heart. are iinmutable? All,other feeling
write their memories upon glass with cray
ons5-love writea upon a, crystal with
diamond. For OF all the hearts powers
this alone is sovereign And being sovs
reign, God has crowned il with immortal
ity, and given to memory charge to kee
unwasted all its experiencesl And Mem
ory, that is tenacious of nothing else. let
nothing slip of the experience Of true loV
ing.
Another year has passed! ITS month
and its years are already buried. Onl
days and hours remain. These are pas
sing. Once moro sunrise hath this year
The next morning! shall shine upon th
face of new yeail
: Let us turn, and bid farewell to til
, past and the passing! Farewell to il
cares, to its burdens, to its troublesl Fare
well to fears hopes, and grisfs! Farswe
to its yearuings, its aspirations, It's Wrss
liDgs! They are gone. ct,
Farewell TO many WHO walk, the yes
with usl-to the companion. that was
US sD angle Of God, and is now an angI
with Godl Farewell to the babe that wi
ours, and in Gods's, snd therefore NOR
thau ever ours. though beyond the reac
Of our armsl But the heart tends it ye
) and cradles it more 9igilantlf than eVer.-
Farewell to our christian brethren. wh
have beard the trumpet before us. an
gone forwardl Yearl thy march is Ell
> ding! Thy work is done! Passl Disal
!? pearl We shall see the no more. until II
5 ascending we shall behold thy record
the All judging Day!