The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1864-06-01
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W ~ IL -i.l The wsfd always !"
means from everlasting to everlasting.
through all eternity" and clear into the
middle of forever and ever. IF you can I
put on sufficient cogitative steam to carry
the car Of Imagination through this long
journey, you can find out easily enough
by little. reflection that it is no short
distance, frem one end Of "alwaysn to
the other. 1t is such an eternal jaunt
that before We got half through it, we
should grow weary Of pleasure, and sigh
for the privilege of committing suicide
But man is never contented; he is a fret
full babe Of trouble, and care will continue
to worry and fret. no matter how pretty
arc the playthings, or how sweet the lul-
iabies, with which Heaven essays to please
him. ! He willgsometimes fret merely hes
cause he can fnd nothing to fret about.
If he were boundto live hereiforever, he
would fret because he could not die and
go to the other world, just for change;
and now, seeing he has got to die, and ne
two way about it; he frsts like Gagged
porcapine, and thinks nhe would like to
live afNays.7o In fact, he don't know what
he wants, no more than Love did when
he FIRST felt the tender. passion, left his
Toseate bower, and went to eating through
wort, thinking he had touch Of the
ehsleraa morbus New my frieads, If we
had been made up and warranted time
proof and made of genuine never decay
ing materials, We should consequently
have, been forever free from the wear and
tear of the Thousand and ono petty per-
plexities that rub off the yarnish from
JOY, and knocks 80 many oogs cut of the
vast wheel of life. We should then have
no occasion for clocks, watches and other
time pieces, for our days would be regis
tered in the same book with our Creator
our years rsckoncd with his. and his with
ours; tho sands in our glasses would run
through all eternity without the necessi-
ty of changing their position, and the
stream of existence would flow on, with
the same pure waters at the fountain as
when they FIRST gushed forth from the
embryo of chaos. Centuries might then
be numbered with the, sands upon the
sea-shore, passing away, as single grains
are washed off with the tide, and buried
in the oblivious wave To live always,
then, You may see is no joke; unless we
were we'll provided for, both in spirit and
body. it would be worse than to live for
ever digesting in the bowels of mother
earth. sased Iots.ia1 .qlx sau4sfsi. s
My dear friends, we are perishing NOR
tails, and, therefore, can have NO reason
able desire to live always--especislly as
our souls garments must grow worse and
worse rapidly, like shirt washed with
potash, and soon arrive at that state when
all attempts at patching are useless.
When that caterpillar, infancy, has just
eaten through theRlarvie of nonentity, it
doesn't know but this world is its abiding
place forever; and even after il becomes
the youthful butterfly, it 10 so full of fond
anticipations of delight. that 0 sublunary
eternity. would hardly recompense its
longings. Yes, the youth, know, would
like to live always, and surfeit on. the
sickening sweets Of this world but ah |
perhaps he don't know how soon the fair
flowers that bloom in the garden of chill.
hood will "waste their perfume upon .
Jesert air"--how their sweetness is borne
upwith the morning dew, or waited away
in the gale to return no morsl Perhaps
he dont't know how soon the autumn
winds will strew their green leaves .upen
the ground, or send them rustling along
the yellow paths of agel Perhaps he
don't know that while gathering sweets,
he may imbibe a few drops Of poison.
which may in after years ulcerate upon
his virtues. and perchance render him q
sore eyed sucker through life. Perhaps
too, he isn't aware that the wings of Joy
may become SO laden with the honey
of early dissipation, as to be wholly in
capable of fight through manhood---that
Beauty may, prematurely, cease to- nour-
lish her roses, and the lily overspread the
wan cheek of despair. Then, 1 ask,
would he like to live alwaysf No-nor
within q thousand years of it. He'd
say--let me crawl through the grave
leave all folhss and vexations behind
me--emergs iutosa better world--take .
bottle Of experience along with me, and
ttry the world over again.
I My friends--I have seen about enough
of this world, myself. For scores Of
Years have been searching eyefy nook
land corner for some perennial spring oi
Happiness, instead Of which, I only found
Ia few food swollen .streamlsts, bearing
upon ths;r surface innumersble bubbles
[of vanity, and along by their margins
nests of .yopng humbuga are contlnpallJ
being hstched. / have drank Of these
watsfs nigh untos bursting, and always
departed - thirsty as ever, for = drapgh'
.Eof this worlds pleasure, like glass o
'tgroa only vhets the appetite for stiffsl
horn next time 7 vopldn't life foreysl
! upon this dirty planet, for . nprtgags, or
all the. revenue of the land and . prom
lissory note for everlasting g peace. and hap
piness-unlsss I could hscems younl
i again, and have nothing 70 do but icl
molassss and gather bosuets, Of Joy il