The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1866-02-01
Tomorrow.

Philosophers and sages tell us tomorrow
never comes. 1t is pity 1t does not. Will
not the next man that makes an almanac put
a few to morrows in / am sure they would
be in great demand. How many little things
would be attended to how many broken
promises fulfilled how many fainting re-
solves revived; how many bright dreams re.
allied; how many sins torsakeu how many
reformations wrought! Ring the bells, light
all the bonfres, when the new holiday ar
rives! Thanksgiving aud New Years hide
their diminished heads before the new rival.
Ali hail the welcome, wlshed-for, gllded and
burdened tomorrow DO not the procrastin-
stors hear it grooming beneath the weight Of
heavy burdens That must be the reason it
never comes. 1t cannot possibly move along,
it has so much to carry. There are not bag
gage trains enough to carry all the baggage.
But IL is coming. Thousands know that
despite the wise. To the young it is grub
wrapped in a shroud, and eagerly they look
to see the covering burst, and the transform
ej creature stand revealed in all the glory of
marvellous perfection and peerless beauty
Youth is the prince of to morrows. Ho 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 q
future OF nlS OWL 10 was SICK bGS OkJSf
oay, and disappointed because he recovered.
Tomorrow to him means heaven, health
youth, and everlasting happiness. His
daughter locates her tomorrow on the earth,
aud though very bright, 1t is very moderate
compared with her decrepit fathers. Mid
die age lives IN the present. yet some OF it's
plans and possibilities leap the limit and
form q fair mirage in the distance. All turn
tomorrow inside out, uuraYel the work, and
possess the secrets
Pity for those who have no to morrow, but
only common next days; whose lives are go
UNMARRIED 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 dread
cd foe. armed with gun and sword, rushing
upon whom he may devour; and for those
whsse painted tomorrow is washed clean BY
to-day-an imitation jewel, very pretty Ia
the dim light of the future, but betrayed in
the clear sun of the present.
Sometimes tomorrow comes like an avail
anche, crushing down with a burden of work;
another time it comes lettering along coquet-
tishly, displaying it's half concealed Joys, and
again il advances freighted with fears and
troubles, bearing storm torn sails, sinking as
1t fills, and running straight on the rocks.
Tomorrow will wrap itself in darkness.
will build on shoals of doubt, will starsle with
surprises. Between that time and to day is
"a boundary wall. If any one dares to pull
1t 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,
ind he is supreme. Yet in some things the
future is the surest thing IN existence The
past is only confused mass of unfinished
work, dissrpointments, mistakes, mortified
pride, crushing grief, fleeing joys, folly, flu
tile attempts, radiant success, intense labors.
long stretches of monotonous nothingness, ali
of which are helped by their different disci.
pline to build the structure of human charac-
ter; one being a hammer, another a saw,
another plane, and the fourth the timber
itself. Their value is forgotten, because they
past, as we never think of the tools in
contemplation of the completed edi6ce, and
the smooth, painted. carved wood could new.
er 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 foundations we
know that brings death. the grave future
life and JOY celestial, when the mist of ito.
morrow" will be burned away by the clear
light of to day.