The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1859-02-17

before they were finished They fell
upon your dissolving ear as fakes Of
snow upon water, and we're gone in the
very act Of touching.
How much do you recall from the
green graveyard What memories come
thence, from that populous city without
a magistrate, without q law, where all
who quarrelod on earth, are now peacea.
Bile dust, keeping excellent neighbor-
| hoodl
And thus might go on, tracing, step
| by stop, your entrance upon life-your
early endeavors--your frst hopes Of
manhood,
But, let us change the method, and
try the truth Of this description in an.
other way.
Call up the unwritten dreams and
memories Of the past! They have filled
years in ALL You have woven fabrics
Of every pattern in the loom of fancy.
You have reared up castles, and peopled
them with heroes; you have lost and
found treasures travelled and explored,
fought and conquered, loved and won,
all in airy phantasios; aud thus worn out
the watchful night, or with pain from
consciousness in the weary sicknoss.--
Is that part Of your life gomez All
gone'
Birds gathered for flight in autumn,
rising high above snare or shot, and
flying toward equatorial summer, often
chance, in their course, to cast a feather
from the wing which carries them
through the air-brilliant in color, and
curved like q bow--which, wavering
and swaying, falls into some thicket,
while they Aock on. And when, the
seasons changing, they are recalled,
and fly now northward over the same
ranges, they reach the spot where drop
ped the spent feather can they SEQ it or
lind it any more? 1t is lost and hidden
forcyerl And 80 our youthful fanaies,
which carried us far above the human
life and reality, are fallen, and like the
downcast feather from the wing, are lost
and forgotten IF a tale that is told
fades, how much rather those untold
traccries Of thought aud subtlost evoIu.
uons Of inarticulate fancyl
Where are the admirations which set
the mind all a-sparkle? Where is the
record Of the wonders, the surprises, the
ten thousand excitements which broke
the level of life, and brought iuteriec-
tions to the lips2 That a dull routine
should be forgotten, is not strange
But where are the salient experiences
Of life, the events which beat upon the
attention like drum, or reused up your
passions like a trumpet?
Love, alone, stands with an undi-
ninished memoryI What we have once
really loved, wo never forget The
Of youth, the warm and
generous confidence Of true affection.
he tender worship Of true heart, are
All other feelings write
heir memories upon glass with crayons
Love writes upon crystal with a dia-
nond. For, Of all the hearts powers
his alone is sovereign And, being
sovereign, God has crowned it with i'm
mortality, and given to memory charge /
o keep unwasted all its experiencesI--
And Memory that is tenacious of moth
ng else, lets nothing slip of the ezper-
cncos Of true loving
Another year has passed. Its months
md its weeks already are buried. Only
lays and hours remain. These are pass
ng. Only one more sunrise hath this
earl The next morning shall shine
Ipon the face Of new year!
Let us turn, and bid farewell to the
'ast and the passingl Farewell to its ,
ares, to its burdens, to its troubles!--
Farewell to fears, and hopes, aud griefs! :
Farewell to its yearnings, its aspirations, +
is wrestlingsl They are goneI
Farewell to many who walked the
ear with usI--to the companion, that +
'as to us an angel of God, and is now :
n angel with God Farewell to the !
abe that was ours, and is Gods, and +
therefore, more than ever ours, though 8
eyond the reach Of our armsl Butthe q
cart tends it yet, and cradles it more I
igorously than ever. Farewell to our
hristian brethren, who have heard tho
'umpet before US, and gone Forward
earl thy march is ending Thy work !
donel Passl Disappearl We shall /
3e thee no more, until, reasceuding, we q
hall behold thy record in tho all ll-judg- i
IS Dayl