The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-08-31

quickly chased away by the golden sun
light, life seems a scene to whose sunny
days the sports and plays of youth viii ever
return, and where the joyous gathering
around the winter hearth viii ever be re-
newed. Life, to the grown up maiden, is
mingled with cloud and sunshine, and her
eyes. to which tears have learned to spring
at the bidding of some startling sorrow.
still see the future tinged with rosy light,
and bright hopes of happy days break thro'
the mists of rising doubt and fear. She has
learned to part with many cherished treas
ures; learned that she cannot bring the
buds Of childhood with her along the jour
ney of life: many are faded, and all are soon
to fade. She turns with tear from the
fading past to emile upon the golden Sam
mer. Life TO the young man grows real,
and rugged path as he feels the supports
to which his early boyhOod clung being
swept from beneath his feet by the onward
| wave Of Time. The sky above him is not
as bright and cloudless to his eye, aud be-
youd the green fields where his boyish
sports were pursued, are revealed outlines
of rugged mountains, dim and grey. But
his strong heart is not dismayed, for he sees
the mountain tops are tinged with rosy
light; siren hope dances before, and promis-
| es rest and ease in bowers on the mountain
side; by-and-by he will scale the frowning
hills, while the lines of pleasure on his
cheek and brow already mingle with the
| lines OF care. Before his earnest and def
ant gaze the thronging array of threatening
forms, the haggard face of poverty, wan
disease, distorted falsehood, gloomy re-
morse, sanguinary passion, are sPectres
that stand not il his way, but anothers.-
As the low cloud in the west, rising there
dsrkly before the summer noon, is yet un-
| needed by the busy reaPers. so the cold,
grey fog of autumn, stealing upward, silent
| ly yet swiftly, gives little warning of COM
ing change.
| Life to the woman is as the full glory Of
the summer noon, when the day is calm and
serene, as rose in perfect beauty, if it
stand In soma sheltered spot. With kind,
protecting care the rose will bloom for many
= day, bur growing on some barren ground,
where the bleak winds chill its tender root,
or where some rude unfeehng hand may
break its tendrils where they seek to cling,
it fades away and it's life is. forever past
Her life flows on like the peaceful river,
supplied By the springs of love and afec-
ton given and received; when the springs
are cast of from which it fed, the stream is
dry and the flowers cease to bloom upon its
| banks.
Life to the man is stage on which the
actor treads with resounding feet, and their
voices thrill through the coming years and
echo in the temple of the past. The cur
tain has fallen upon the fimsy pageant that
fitted before his youthful fancy, and the
smile Of hope grows dim as the shadows
| thicken. He tarns his back upon the fields
of Summer, for her flowers have withered
in his hand. He faces the cold blasts and
struggles for shelter, for the storm is well
nigh overhead.
The flowers of Summer scarcely reach
their bloom when they begin to fads.-
Rude Autumn hardly waits for the poor
queen of beauty to pass from her dim faded
throne ere he strives to eface all traces Of
of her graceful reign. His frosty breath
steals over the fields, and they begin to
don mournful dress; be touches the bright
leaves the triumph of the landscape, and pale
and sere they Goat from their proud heights,
to wave no more in green aud sunny beauty.