Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1862-02-08
ASHTABULA, o., SATURDAY MORNING. FEBRUARY 5, 1862.

ing our children. 1t will make spendthrift,
Of our boys, and silly fashionable dolls o.
our girls II we had never begun this fool
ish plan Of keeping up with our neighbors,
or i could only go back ten years in my
lfel But there's no way Of getting out o.
it now. All our acquaintance would stare
at us, and the children would be perfectly
miserable; and the only way to effect any
change is 10 go of and bury ourselves in
the country, away from all the influences
and stimulants of our present life; and that
can't be thought Of. wish l knew what
20 do, or where to turn. II had only
commenced dIferentlyp
And the wife and mother wrung her
hands, aud the charges, aud the children
committed to her, for good or for evil, went
on in the ways Of folly and vanity, for good
impulses never bring forth good fruits, M
less they harden into fixed principles ol
action; and what rudder to the human soul
adrift on the wild aud stormy waters of life
is an aimless and purposeless If
I'll" !" says the yOHEg man foil Of dream;
aud ardor, II could only have some grand
heroic careerl If could only do some
thing to benefit my race and send my name
spinning down to future ages, great anC
honorable, a benefactor to humanity; q
blessing to my agel II could only see
blessing before mel'
And also the youth docs not look upor
that sweet aud tender face which shines
down to as ocross the slumbering centuries
that Face which, though It came on earll
TO be The one Hope and Healer of our hu
manity, sought no high and honorable stat
ion amongst men, but won It's crown oI
thorns, aud was lifted up only upon Cal
vary
II only had something to do, says the
young girl in the FIRST blossoming years oi
her womanhood, should love to crown my
life with oil which poets and good men say
is sweet and noble, and tender n woman
but dear me-there is nothing can finG
here, and now iD my quiet home, and in
every day life, to do good, or for blessing
to others
And ia the shelter Of that young gin.
quiet home where father aud mother
brother, and sister, upon whose hearts hel
loving deeds would fall, as the summer sun
shine falls upon the earth, welcoming The
birds, calling the flowers.
All around her were souls who needed
hourly her councils and ministrations o
tenderness, and yet she turued away from
the sunshine through lowly duties of thu
present, and whispered to the future be
plaintive, dissatisfied "if."
All, reader, these 'ifs" never accomplish
anything Weak mourning over the past
plaintive regrets for its lost opportunitie
and wasted hours, never make one better
Aud remember, the only way in whic
you can prove to God the lsincerity of YOU
regrets for the past, is to improve the pre-
ent.
No matter how late it is, nor what "
have lost ! SO long as an hour of life 7
mains to you so long you have something
dol Turn steadfastly to the work that lies
hand, no matter how small it may be
you do it in the right spirit it is CRANE
noble, glorious, and shall be the loo
weaving its wedding garment for your so
in the day when it shall go into the MAJ
Iiage supper Of the Lord.
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