Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1865-11-16
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/ Philosophers and sages tell us tomorrow
never COMES 1t is acpity it does not. Will
not the next man that makes an almanac
put few to-morrows in? lam sure they
would be In great demand. How many
little things would be attended to; how
| many broken promises iulflled; how many
fainting resolves revived; how many bright
dreams realized; how many air castles oc-
cupied; how many sins forsaken; how many
reformations wrought! Ring the bells,
light all the bonfires, when the new holiday
arrives! Thanksgiving and New Years
hide, their diminished heads before the new
rival, All hail the welcome, wished-for,
gilded and burdehed Tomorrow! DO mot
the iproorastin yiiear ii groaning be-
| meath the weight of heavy burdens? That
must be the reason it never comes. 1t can
| not possibly move along, it has so much to
carry. There are not baggage trains enough
to carry all the baggage. But it is coming.
Thousands know that despite the wise. 10
the young it is grub wrapped in a shroud,
and eagerly they look to see the covering
burst, and the transformed creature stand
revealed in all the glory of marvellous per-
lection and peerless beauty. Youth is the
prince of to-mOrrows. He has no past and
little present; Tomorrow holds all the
wonders and pleasures. Talk to old age Of
the past, but that old man, blind and lame,
bending under weight of years, has a
bright future of his own. He was sick the
other day, and disappointed because lie
recovered. Tomorrow to him means
heaven, health, youth, and everlasting
happiness. His daughter locates her to-,
morrow. on the earth, and though very
bright, it is very moderate compared with
her decrept fathers. Mlddle-age lives in
tho nt Of 70 ,Nln md mr.
sibilities leap the limit and form a fair
mirage in the distance. All turn tomorrow
inside out, unravel the work, and possess
the secrets.
Pity for those who have no tomorrow, but
only common neNt-days; whose lives are
SO uDraried that all their days are blended
in one dull mass. Some days are needed to
stand out above the rest, clothed in a golden
halo so bright and high that hope saw them
and memory still sees them. ....-
Signs for those whose tomorrow is
dreaded foe, armed with gun and sword,
rushing upon whom he may devour; and
forthose whose painted Tomorrow is wash
ed clean by 'to-day-an imitation jewel,
very pretty in the dim light of the future,
but betrayed in the clear sun of the pres
ent. a... ......-
Sometimes. tomorrow comes like an av-
work; anothert time it comes lettering along
coquettshly, displaying its half-concealed
joys, and again il advances freighted with
fears and troubles, bearing stOrm-torn sails,
sinking as it fills, and running straight on
the rocks. .. .....'r ..-- ......r......- .
Tomorrow will wrap itself in darkness,
will build on shoals of doubt, will startle
with surprises. Between that time and to-
day is boundary wall. If any one dares
to pull it down and project his building to
the other side, that part is likely to fall
Subtle and varying tomorrow eludes the
| power of the mightiest monarch. 1t obeys
but one ruler, and he is Supreme. Yet in
some things the future is the surest thing
in existence. The past is only confused
mass of'unfinised work, disappOintments.
mistakes. mortified pride, crushing grief,
tieeting joys, folly, futile attempts, radiant
success, intense labors, long stretches of
monotonous nothingness, all Of which help
ed by their different discipline to build the
structure of human character; one be-
ing hammer, another saw, another a
plane, and the fourth the timberitself, Their
value is forgotten, because they are past, as
we never think of the tools in contempla-
tiOn of the completed edifice, and the
smooth, painted, carved wood could never
be recognized as that unhewn obstacle or
piercing sorrow. The present is only dis
solving view, half of every second being
past, and half future, but the future proves
some air castles are built on rock founda-
tions; we know that brings death, the
grave, future life and joy celestial, when
the mist of " Tomorrow " will be burned
away by the clear light of to-day. ..