Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1862-01-04

BE REV. rnEoDoaE L. cUYLEn.
| In many house there is a corpse lying
unburied. It is the remains of the "year
Of grace 1861. just departed with its &C
count TO heaven. The honest verdict over
the wan and wasted corpse is qoiHful mWr-
der.
And what a crime against God aud the
soul is this murder Of human existencel-
Men speak Of 'klling time" as f il we're
the most innocent Of amnsements. Killing
an hour, when dying monarch once offer
ed her kingdom for an hour to prepare iu
for eternityl Killing a dag, when a day
has sometimes decided a mans whole life
and even nations desinyl Killing
aceek, when that short space once suficed
for the creation of globel Killing gear
when only thirty Of them are given to the
average of men to be saved or losil Worse
| than oil to kill lifc--tO dozs il away in
guilty Incidence, or wear it on the rack of
sensual indulgence, or sqnander it on our
lusts, or dream it away in luxurious reve
rie; surely if it be a huge crime to take
another's life, it is but little less monstrous
10 destroy our own.
Time killing is the crime of the fool
| Time keeping is the secret of many d wise
mans success Take care of the pence
and the pounds will take care of them.
selves" And in the time currency, mo-
ments are the gold flings-the precious
| diamond dust that, saved or lost, make or
unmake q life. The miracles of success
that have been wrought by certain men
have been achieved through an economy of
time as close as the miser Elves economy
of farthings. Elihu Burrtt once told me
that that he had acquired his partial know
ledge Of fifty languages during the intervals
of his labors at the blacksmth's anvil.
Minutes were his only fortune.
DR.. Mason Good, the learned English
author, composed his translation of a Latin
work in the streets of London during his
extensive walks aud rides to visit his pa
) tients His practice was to take in his
pocket two or three leaves of the original
, He read this passage over and over as he
, walked along, until he had engraved il on
his retentiVe memory. Then be translated
: the passage in his mind, corrected it, and
when he reached home committed the trans
! lation TO paper. lie thus finished the work
without emitting single professional visit
) Richard Baxter, who wrote more books
preached more diSconrses, and made more
parochial visits, than any minister of bis
, day, was a miser of minutes. His good
example became contagious among bis flock
He Taught the Kidderminster weavers 10
fasten religious books on their looms, and
study their contents while they were throw
ing the shattle. While saving their min
utes they were also saving their souls He
that murders bis moments will probably be
arraigned al the last tribunal for the sui.
eide of bis scul..
We have been set upon this brief train
of thought by looking over the past year,
and finding how much of it we have wan.
tonly kiled-how little of it we have pro-
Gtably kept. Let us just cast up strict
reckoning OF our wasted moments in sin
gle day. The time lost in the morning in
debating whether we shall get up or not
(instead of following the example of sys-
tematic John Wesley, who, when be was
tempted to loiter in bed, was overheard TO
call out, "Well, John Wesley, yOp
may do as you like, but Tam going
to get up)-,he time lost in indeciSon as
10 the days work-in making long talks,
aud long calls, when shorter ones would
achieve more--in idle reveres-in triADg
awhile between each separate engagement
the aggregate of each days loss from
these sources would be astounding. The
losses in ten years might exceed the actual
time that Milton occupied in writing the
Paradise Lost, or Bunyan in writing the
Pilgrims Irogress-the time that Fulton
spent in constructing his irst steamer, or
Newton 10 completing his immortal "Prin-
cipia"
With Christian, tme-killing is one of
the objectionable sins. How can be ever
consent to murder one precious hour Of
such an age as that in which we liyel-
When life grows grander every year-when
so many harvest fields invite the sturdy
arm and praying heart--when such mo-
mentous battles are wagiug against oppres-
sion, infdelity, and intemperauce--wh when
every hour secs hundreds of souls bursting
into eternity to meet their doom-to waste
such hours Of the worlds history that nc
tears can expiate. Truly, as brother
Beecher has nervously said, at is a sin
against heaven to have no pulse that beats
in the palpitations Of an age that tremble!
with the footsteps Of an advancing God
HoME LiFE.-Eyen as the sunbeam Is
, romnosad of milions of tninute rays tn,